Chapter 1914 Retrograde of Technology

I have seen the enchanted stone before.

Including obsidian, blood drop stone, aquamarine, purple agate, diamond, etc., I have seen them all with my own eyes.

However, the enchanted stones I saw did not glow.

"That's because you haven't seen this type of enchanted stone before" Odachi said.

"Don't think that you can fool me because I don't have enough education." I threw the obsidian back into the stone and said, "Whether it is the original enchanted stone, the way it looks after polishing, or even the cut section, I have seen it all. However, all enchanted stones have the same characteristic, that is, they do not emit light on their own, let alone shine like this!"

Odachi let out a full of mocking sneer.

I frowned: "Why are you laughing?"

"I laugh. Poverty limits your imagination, but you don't know it." Odachi clicked his tongue.

"What's the meaning?"

"You should know that before I was stolen, I was buried deep in the ground as a sacrifice."

I said 'hmm': "So what?"

"During the years when I lay quietly in the treasure room of the mausoleum, the only things that accompanied me were hundreds of soulless cold weapons and enchanted stones scattered on the ground. The specifications of those enchanted stones are different from what you see now. Exactly the same.”

"Why do you think that what you saw is an enchanted stone?" I asked more seriously: "What if it is just an ordinary ore that I have never seen before?"

"Well," Odachi thought for a while and said, "I can't explain this thing to you clearly. In short, I must know more about ores than you do, because I am made of ores."

I was speechless for a moment.

If we go by this standard, what Odachi said is absolutely correct. It is made of compressed and condensed metal ores. But why do I always find this reason so difficult to convince me?

"Okay, don't hesitate," Odachi urged: "There are no traps in this mausoleum anyway. All you have to do is move forward, rush into the main tomb chamber, and bring out the remains of the memory body. It's done."

"That's right. Hey, wait a minute, although Alexander said that there will be no traps in the tomb passage, he never said anything like 'there are no traps in the tomb chamber'!"

"Ah? Ah" After a short period of contemplation, Odachi said in a cautious tone: "It seems to be exactly what you said."

Just to be sure, I called Master Dewey again.

Through Master Dewey, I contacted Fred Alexander, and I asked: "Your Highness Alexander, I want to ask you something. You said before that there are no traps in the tomb passage, is that right?"

"That's right."

"Then may I ask, Your Highness Alexander, are there any traps in the tomb?"

"Yes," Fred Alexander said without hesitation, "and it is a very difficult organization."

"Huh?" I was startled.

On the other side of the crystal, Master Dewey was also shocked. He hurriedly asked: "Your Highness, I am just such an adopted son!"

"Be patient," Fred Alexander said in a very relaxed tone: "This kind of organization may be quite difficult for others, but for An Xiaoyi, it is useless."

"Ah?" I was confused and didn't understand what he meant at all.

Master Dewey didn't seem to understand. He said respectfully in a low voice: "Your Highness, please clarify."

"Actually, it's not that mysterious," Alexander said, "It's just blood. Only humans with my family's blood can come to the main tomb door without activating the mechanism. As for other humans, they can only pass through the tomb passage at most. It is a luxury to hope to cross the first sub-chamber."

I thought about it and asked cautiously: "Can't the national power also do it?"

"National power. You have to look at the level of national power. If it is a relatively weak one, it will definitely not be enough, but if it is a high-level, strong one, it may be reasonable."

"Can you please give me an example?" I asked, "so I can have a comparison."

"Examples. Well, I can give examples. I'm afraid you won't know it if you listen to them. After all, they are all people of my era."

"Uh, okay" I said with a bitter smile: "I almost understand. In other words, this agency is very powerful, so powerful that even if the national power encounters it, it will fall into a hard fight. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes, that's it. Your understanding is correct," Alexander said excitedly.

"Then can you tell me what kind of mechanism this is?" I rubbed my temples and changed the topic: "Is it a rolling stone, a rain of arrows, or a fire-breathing cannon?"

"None of them," Alexander said, "It's a puppet knight."

On the other side of the crystal, Master Dewey’s exclamations started again. Although it seemed rude to make a sudden exclamation, I was not surprised.

The research and improvement of puppets has always been the unceasing pursuit of the goblins. For them who are weak and vulnerable, puppets are the key to changing their destiny.

The puppets they usually make are bulky and not durable, and the firepower they can assemble is extremely limited. When encountering an agility adventurer of level six or above, or an ordinary adventurer of level eight or above, they will basically be beaten. .

The goblins were extremely unwilling to accept this, and the self-improvement faction represented by Master Dewey shouted the slogan: Use technology to catch up with personal force.

Although the words were shouted out, the puppet's strength was still unable to increase.

Either the material strength cannot support the heavy fire load, or the material is strong enough and the fire power is strong enough, but there is not enough energy to drive it to operate.

In short, the design of the puppet has never been able to meet the requirements of Master Dewey and other goblin scholars.

Initially, Master Dewey placed the blame on the goblin royal family who did not pass down the ancient texts, but soon he shifted his complaints to the selected materials.

With the appearance of Fred Alexander, he once again shifted his complaints to his own technical level, believing that the organization was not sophisticated enough and therefore could not create puppets with sufficient strength.

After observing the goblin technology, Philed Alexander agreed very much with Master Dewey's self-criticism. He said that the technology his country had at that time was much more sophisticated than it is now. Take the leading artillery as an example. Certain precision components that even the most advanced goblin technology in the world could not reproduce could be produced by any large workshop in the early days of the melee.

There is no doubt that in just a few thousand years, technological regression has reached an astonishing level.

In contrast, personal force, which has attracted much attention, rarely highlights its brilliance.

Especially after being empowered with the title of National Power, many strong people began to feel complacent, thinking that they were strong enough to despise all living beings, and even used the excuse of training newcomers to wantonly torture newcomer adventurers who were making progress.