Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The melee weapons research and development team demonstrated amazing efficiency.

Perhaps it was because the dwarves and elves who worked together were dissatisfied with each other that they got involved.

It took only three days to complete the production of samples of the thermal sword and vibration sword, and to design a preliminary mass production plan.

Effective involution!

No, this kind of really useful thing cannot be called competition, it should be called healthy competition.

They even made a chainsaw sword prototype.

It turns out that it has no practical value.

Not only is it prone to malfunction, it is also extremely heavy. Only ordinary people can use it with one hand.

Moreover, its battery life is only 20 minutes, so it needs to carry a backpack-type magic energy pool to be able to rotate for two hours. The magic energy pool is a magic energy storage device developed by the Drogo Group. It is not small in size and is heavier than the chainsaw sword itself.

So in the end, only Drogo was having a lot of fun, and he really didn't mind the heavy weight.

In the process of developing the vibration sword, some incidental inventions were also made.

The vibration greatly inspired the dwarves whose heads were full of clever ideas.

They built on this to create something amazing.

Drogo held a small purple ball in his two paws. The ball was vibrating at a high frequency, making a buzzing sound.

"Ahem, this, uh," Drogo looked embarrassed, "What is this?"

"Toys," the dwarf craftsman replied proudly.

"Toys?" This answer undoubtedly confirmed Drogo's guess, "I didn't expect that you dwarves with thick eyebrows and big eyes could make such things!
"But it's well done. Although this thing doesn't sound good, it has a huge market. Not only is the market huge, but the profits are also high. It's just that it's too powerful. It may be suitable for dwarves, but not for humans."

Zhuo Ge has already started thinking about how to set up a new company specifically responsible for selling this.

This thing definitely can't be sold in the Drogo toy product line, it's still a bit too radical for little kids.

The dwarf craftsman scratched his head in confusion, "Ah? Why is the market for arm wrestling balls so big?"

"Wristball?"

"Yes, wrist strength ball. Wrist strength is the basic skill of dwarf craftsmen. Grabbing the rapidly vibrating ball can exercise wrist strength." The dwarf craftsman explained as a matter of course.

Drogo was confused. "Wrist, wrist power ball, should it be this small?"

"That's the size of a dwarf's hand."

That makes sense.

Yes, dwarves have small hands.

That's why it's so powerful, because it's used to train wrist strength.

"No, then, why did you make it purple?"

“I like purple.”

"Oh, I like it. I like purple. Purple is good. Purple has charm."

Drogo scratched his nose awkwardly. "I thought, I thought it was..."

"Thought it was?"

"I thought it was for relaxing muscles, haha, for relaxing muscles."

Drogo said as he picked up the purple ball and rolled it over his forearm muscles.

Then he changed the subject very abruptly, "Ahem, since the first version has been developed, let's verify which solution, the thermal sword or the vibration sword, is more suitable."

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

To determine which sword is more useful, it is simple. Just give it to the armed personnel in the police station to try it out.

The beast tide attracted by the devil has basically subsided, but in the area outside Waterdeep City, there are still several teams responsible for dealing with monsters.

They are the perfect place to test new melee weapons.

"That's it. We'll produce a batch of both weapons first, let the police forces outside the city try them out and compare them, and then decide which one to put into mass production."

After saying this, Drogo left the Weapons Research Institute.

In addition to accepting research and development results, I have been busy recently. The closing ceremony of the Magic Film Festival will begin in two days. Various awards that have been preheated for a long time will also be presented at the closing ceremony.

The ceremony was the climax of the entire festival, and was broadcast live simultaneously on Magic Vision cameras and the Internet across the continent.

Drogo is definitely the most important character at the awards ceremony, no doubt about it.

I am not only the organizer, but also one of the judges, and I have to receive awards, several awards.

Like the original, Flynn's version of "The Silence of the Lambs" will also be stocked at the awards ceremony.

For this purpose, Drogo also had to design the look. Although no one cared whether the dragon ran on the stage naked or not, Drogo still had some idol baggage and went to the royal city to find the best costume design team.

Designing dresses for dragons might be the strangest job these experienced tailors have ever taken on in their careers.

As soon as he walked out of the institute's gate, Zhuogo met a familiar face.

The president of the Mages Guild, the most powerful person in magic theory alive today, the elf El.

The research institute has become the place where Old El appears most frequently, and it can be called the refresh point for the legendary elf wizard.

Perhaps it was because he particularly liked the research atmosphere here, he moved many things from his mage tower to the laboratory here, and began to formally teach students again after many years.

Drogo was naturally welcome.

But old El has been a little unhappy recently. He found that Drogo is strongly supporting the team that is developing weapons.

As a wizard with some pacifist tendencies, although he did not object to the use of spells in war, he really did not like researching spells specifically for war.

"Did your new weapon work?" El asked.

“Basically.”

"Sigh..." El sighed weakly. He knew very well that the iteration of weapons meant that the efficiency of taking lives was improved.

"No, why are you sighing?"

"I am just sad that many more lives will be taken by new weapons."

Drogo hadn't expected that El would have such rich emotions when he was old. When he was young, he was a very violent wizard.

"You can't think that way. Why can't new weapons be used to protect lives?" Drogo asked back, "And weapons can also prevent wars."

"Stop the war?" Old El thought Drogo was going to use his usual sophistry again.

"Yes, let's assume that suddenly there is such a weapon with extremely strong destructive power, so strong that no force can bear the loss of being attacked, and at the same time, this weapon is in the hands of multiple forces. Then, will large-scale wars break out because no one can accept such losses?" said Drogo.

He simply doesn't believe that moral qualities and a desire for peace can prevent the world from experiencing large-scale wars.

It is more feasible to have the damage so high that no one can afford to hit it.

Hearing what Drogo said, El wanted to refute, but after thinking carefully, he stood there in a daze.

"Let all forces be unable to bear the losses caused by being attacked, let all..."

El kept repeating what Drogo had said, until Drogo began to feel a little uneasy, fearing that the old elf had gone insane.

It was not until a few minutes later that ecstasy suddenly appeared on El's face. Time had made his appearance no longer as smooth as that of a young elf. A lot of wrinkles piled up together, making him look even a little hideous.

"You are right, you may be right, no, you should be right, you are a genius, oh, I have to be busy now, time waits for no elves, goodbye, goodbye, for peace, for the peace of weapons, and the weapons of peace..."

El rushed into the research institute frantically, it seemed that there must be some important research going on.

In his opinion, he had found a way for his fellow elves, who had no motivation, to survive in this world with an increasingly fast pace.

As long as every race is given the same terrifying weapons, no race will dare to launch an extinction-level war. The elves do not need the ability to win, they only need the ability to die together.

It must work. Drogo looked at El's back as he left, puzzled.

I hope he won't go crazy. I don't know if elves suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

I also hope that he will supervise some graduate students at Hogwarts in the last days of his life.

Although this "last time of life" sounds a bit like exploiting the old elves, according to Drogo's judgment, El's last time is at least a few decades, and it would be a waste if he doesn't make use of his remaining energy.

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Brand new weapons were quickly distributed to the patrol teams.

A six-man team, carrying magic guns and newly-made thermal cutting swords, is heading deep into the wasteland outside Waterdeep.

The area they patrolled was already much larger than when they first started defending against the invasion of Warcraft.

Now it is no longer the monsters chasing people, but people chasing the monsters.

The mission of the Waterdeep Police Patrol is to gradually compress the space occupied by the monsters in preparation for the future expansion of the city. This city will definitely become bigger and bigger.

So they can only compete with Warcraft for living space.

It sounds a bit cruel, but this is the reality. Warcraft has not provoked anyone, it is just blocking the road of development and cannot escape the fate of being eliminated.

But Drogo still designated a wild nature reserve as the last survival area for the unfortunate monsters.

Therefore, the patrol's primary goal is not to kill all the monsters it encounters, but to drive them to a designated area.

The intelligence of the monsters is not too low. After seeing the power of the weapons in the patrol's hands, although they don't understand what they are, they basically realize that they can't afford to offend them.

The first reaction when seeing the patrol team is to run. Only a very few people panic and rush towards the team members, which requires extreme measures to be taken.

These monsters will be the first to experience the power of the thermal sword.

Going deep into the wilderness is a tough job, dangerous and tiring, but the patrol leader enjoys the job.

Before joining the police station, he was a hunter and was used to running in the wild. He was more comfortable in the woodland wilderness environment than in the city.

Moreover, there are subsidies for working in the wild, which is 20% more than what you can earn in the city.

He takes pride in his profession and does a good job.

Since the establishment of the team led by him, there has not been a single casualty, let alone a death.

The mobile red flag of the best patrol team was almost nailed to their squad dormitory.

That is why the latest equipment is given to the best teams for trial use.

The captain led his five team members, maintaining a standard tactical formation, and shuttled through the woods.

As an experienced hunter, the captain took the initiative to take the lead.

The fog is a bit heavy today, with visibility less than 20 meters, which makes the danger much higher.

For safety reasons, the captain decided not to advance deeper today, but to check the old route.

The footsteps stepped on the dead branches and moss, making a rustling sound.

"Stop!" The captain suddenly raised his hand and signaled the team members, "There is movement."

After saying that, he immediately lay down and put his ear to the ground. The soil serves as a medium and transmits sound better than air.

The captain was not clear about the physics principles involved; it was all based on experience accumulated during his hunter career.

After listening for a few seconds with bated breath, he came to a conclusion.

"There are footsteps, but not many. They are coming in our direction. They are in defensive formation."

The team members who cooperated well immediately changed their formation and waited for the source of the footsteps to appear.

A few minutes later, the noisy and dense footsteps could be heard by all the team members. They had their fingers on the trigger, waiting for the order to attack.

Waiting for the unknown is inevitably painful.

Finally, a sturdy figure emerged from the fog.

The captain took a closer look and then relaxed. It was just a snake-chicken beast, a rather insignificant monster. There was no need to be afraid of it when they didn't have guns, not to mention that they were fully armed now.

The first chicken-eating beast that rushed out of the fog was also stunned, staring at the patrol team. Soon, more chicken-eating beasts came out of the fog, probably a small group.

Instead of giving a direct order to attack, the captain opened his arms and let out a howl.

This is a common method to expel monsters.

Make yourself look taller and add some weird noises.

Normally speaking, a weak chicken beast would run away if frightened like this.

But today is an exception.

The leading chicken-eating beast hesitated for a long time, as if it was thinking hard with its small brain capacity.

Finally, it made its choice and rushed towards the captain, screaming.

The captain was not panicked at all and did not shoot. Instead, he drew out his newly equipped heat sword.

With a slight swerve, the sword blade sank into the body of the snake-cockatoo. The resistance was so small that the captain wondered if he had missed the target, and no blood splattered.

Finally, it was the fragrant smell of barbecue that confirmed to the captain that he had not made any mistakes.

The snake-chicken beast, which was almost completely split in half, fell to the ground and was no longer moving.

Tears of sympathy flowed uncontrollably from the captain's mouth.

It smells really good, I will eat it later.

But the work must be done first.

He just thought that these snake-chicken beasts had never seen the patrol team before and didn't know how powerful they were, so scare them didn't work.

Now, in front of them, I killed their leader with one sword. Even the dumbest monsters should understand the difference in strength.

So the captain repeated his previous threat.

However, contrary to his expectations, the group of snake-cockaded beasts did not escape, but were determined to run towards Waterdeep City.

"shooting!"

At the captain's command, the swarms of snake-chicken beasts were wiped out in just thirty seconds.

The goal was achieved, but the captain was still not relieved.

He was very confused as to why these monsters were running out into the wilderness regardless of the danger.

Bending down, he first checked the corpse's eyes. There was no discoloration, so it was not affected by the devil.

why?
If they don't turn back when faced with the patrol, it is very likely that there is something more terrifying than them in the depths of the wilderness.

Such a guess popped into the captain's mind.

That's the only way it can be explained.

What could scare a cockatrice so much?

According to previous investigations, there shouldn't be any monsters of that level.

The captain looked into the fog, thoughtfully.

After hesitating for five minutes, he gave the order, "Retreat!"

He chose not to investigate, report it, and let someone more powerful come.

The team has not suffered any casualties so far. In addition to their excellent qualities and rich experience, there is another very important point.

Don't let curiosity kill you, do the work that suits your level. (End of this chapter)