Chapter 3407 Making Friends

A group of ragged thugs armed with sharp knives surrounded a cylindrical platform.

Following the order from the adventurer behind them, the murderers were silent for a few seconds, and then their eyes flashed fiercely. They all raised their weapons high and slashed at the platform.

However, a quarter of an hour passed, but the platform was not damaged at all. On the contrary, the assailants were shocked to the point where their arms were numb and blood was pouring from their mouths.

"Can't it be broken?" Simmons Locke frowned: "How is that possible? Those are weapons mixed with mithril powder!"

"Try switching to mithril weapons."

I suggested.

Upon hearing this, Simmons Locke waved his hand, and the subordinate officer immediately prepared to leave.

After finding weapons, they launched a fierce attack for another quarter of an hour, but still couldn't cause any damage to the platform.

"Change to adamantine weapons!" I directly ordered the officer.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment and then obeyed the order.

No fool who can achieve this position can still see the relationship between me and Simmons Locke?

Moreover, I can be involved in such secret matters, and we still attack and retreat with his master. You know that my relationship with his master is unusual.

Not long after, the adamantine weapon was in place and he slashed hard again. It finally had an effect, but the effect was not obvious.

"It can be cut," Simmons Locke said excitedly.

"With this degree of damage, even if it is cut for another month, nothing underneath may be able to see the light of day."

I whispered.

"What should we do?" Simmons Locke was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

"Change to enchanted weapons!"

"Your Majesty, this..." The subordinate officer was a little confused.

You must know that in any country, only two people are qualified to use enchanted weapons and weapons above them. One is the powerful minister in charge of the military and the other is the king of the country.

Now, if an outsider like me issues such an order, how can he dare to execute it without authorization?

Simmons Locke pondered for a moment and asked me: "Is this really the case?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

He nodded, glanced at the subordinate officer, and said, "Do as he says."

The subordinate officer looked surprised, but said nothing and continued to act as ordered.

Not long after, the enchanted weapon was taken and handed over to the murderer.

The criminals looked at the enchanted weapons in their hands, but rarely did they do anything rebellious. Instead, they continued to attack the cylindrical platform under the orders of the adventurer.

There was another fierce attack, and there were more and deeper marks on the platform.

Simmons Locke was delighted, and before I could say anything, he ordered: "Change to magic weapons!"

After the murderers took the magic weapons, some finally showed their fangs. Several of them showed ferocious faces, burst out with the power of transformation, brandished the magic weapons, and killed the nearest adventurer.

However, what they didn't expect was that none of the adventurers looked shocked, but instead they all sneered.

What followed was a massacre without any suspense.

Even if they already have the power of transformation, even if they hold magic weapons in their hands, the gap in strength is a flaw, because they are facing a group of national forces, and those who supervise their work are national forces that have just stepped into the threshold. , and surrounding Simmons Locke and I are a group of extremely powerful superior national forces.

But I believe that there must be a group of extremely powerful top national forces hidden somewhere that I haven't noticed yet, but because Simmons Locke has not yet fallen into an uncontrollable danger, they don't have to show up.

After killing the resisting thugs, the remaining thugs became much more honest. At Simmons Locke's request, they had to release the power of transformation, and then use magic weapons to attack the platform violently.

After a full hour, the group of people collapsed from exhaustion, and a huge gap was finally cut out of the platform.

The objects inside the platform also see the light of day again because of this.

As a monarch, Simmons Locke would naturally not break his promise and immediately reduced the collapsed prisoner's prison time by half.

The prisoners grinned and weakly shouted, "Long live your Majesty."

Subsequent actions also do not require Simons Locke and me to take action. The national forces will complete the follow-up work.

Under the continuous high-intensity attacks by state forces, the platform was finally completely opened.

Later, a national force took the lead to go down with the lighting crystal.

About ten minutes later, he was pulled up again holding the rope and reported the situation below to Simmons Locke.

Because the platform was extremely well sealed, many things were well preserved. However, due to the sudden exposure to light, many things began to oxidize.

Thinking of this, I nodded and said to Simmons Locke: "I'll go down too and take a look at the situation."

"Let's go down together," Simmons Locke said.

"But you are the monarch of York and Han, if anything happens."

"I don't want to be resented by my grandniece."

Simmons Locke patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

After landing on the ground, under the light of the crystal, I began to look around.

This place looks like a small combat base, with many documents and even weapons neatly placed on the desk.

There are dense and clear words on the document.

I didn't pick it up because I had a feeling that once I picked it up, maybe the papers would turn into dust.

"Find some cultural relic conservators, professional ones, preferably ones who can separate these documents one by one."

When the subordinate officer heard the words, he nodded in agreement and immediately executed it.

"What's written on it?" Simmons Locke curiously looked at a piece of paper filled with strange words and asked.

"Combat plan" I said: "A battle plan for a sneak attack on the enemy country. Unfortunately, this battle plan was buried before it was sent out and became a relic."

"It turns out it's just a battle plan," Simmons Locke was disappointed.

"Don't be disappointed," I said: "If we can analyze the ownership of this combat base from the documents, maybe we will be able to use these weapons."

"You mean using these weapons?"

Simmons Locke stared at one of the strange-looking things, but at first glance it was a weapon, and said solemnly.

"It's possible," I said, "You also know that in ancient times, almost every country had its own weapons, and the methods of using these weapons were different, but none of them were less powerful."

"You can take back some of the weapons," Simmons Locke said suddenly, "give them to Master Dewey and let him study them."

"Are you planning to take this opportunity to deepen your relationship with Master Dewey?" I asked with a smile.

"That's what I mean," Simmons Locke said: "After all, he is the financial backer of the entire continent. Since we can't move his heart with money, we can only use technology."