Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 39: Dwarf Trapping Plan
"Snapped!"

Fulin slapped the magic device.

Drogo was so frightened that he quickly stopped him and said, "Don't break it with one slap. This is the only one we have."

"Why can a one-dollar orc huntress stab me to death?"

Flynn looked at herself on the screen. She had just accumulated enough mana and transformed into a golden dragon. She thought she was going to kill everyone, but she was killed by two javelins from a female hunter named "Ned Leopardtail" on Drogo's chessboard.

"Because she's 3 stars, and has the bonus of the bond with the orc and hunter, and her equipment is maxed out. If she doesn't kill you with a javelin, it's already a failure for her to be naked."

"Why? Aren't three stars only nine? Even if you send ninety Neds and give her thirty magical equipment, she still can't beat me."

"Games, sister, games must have values."

"What did you say?"

“Games need numbers.”

"No, the last one."

"Um, sister?" Drogo said with a little confusion.

"Okay," Fulin said, looking very happy. "Since I am your elder, I ask you to play Fulin next time and I will play Ned. You are not allowed to block my card!"

"Huh? How much older than me do you have to be to be considered an elder?"

"One day bigger is still bigger, huh!"

Twenty minutes later.

"why?"

Just as Fulin was about to hit the magic device, it suddenly braked in mid-air, turned around and hit her own thigh, causing her tight muscles to tremble slightly.

"Why can't my Nedza kill me? Yours spit all my people to death in one gulp!"

In other words, Drogo and Flynn have known each other for a long time, and ordinary people would not understand what this sentence means.

In the scene, Flynn transformed into a golden dragon and cleared out Ned and her seven pendants with three breaths.

"It won't work without the front row. Do you want to learn how to play the game? I'll accept you as my apprentice." Drogo's expression of winking was extremely mean.

"No!" Fulin was so angry that her pupils were almost popping out of her eyes.

"What about you, what about you in this game?" Fulin had to kill Drogo a few times in the game.

"You'll see it soon." Drogo pointed to the scene in front of him.

At stage 5-7, a dark red dragon appeared in the arena and was beaten up by eight heroes. It dropped some equipment before dying.

"Yes, I."

If it is the final blow delivered by Furin, it will also trigger the Golden Dragon's Roar easter egg, but unfortunately there is no dubbing yet.

"How about it, isn't it interesting?"

The current version of Auto Chess is still quite primitive. Many icons are still simple drawings, many special effects are missing, and bugs are triggered at any time...

But Fulin had to admit that it was really interesting, more interesting than ever before, and in her heart it had already threatened the status of mahjong.

After the excitement, she began to study the huge magic device in front of her.

She was not familiar with the mechanical structure, but the illusions running on it were exactly what she was looking for.

She soon realized that the purpose of this magic device was to be used by ordinary people who didn't even know magic.

So Drogo wanted to bring illusions to thousands of households, and illusionists naturally became important.

A great goal that no one has ever attempted.

This is quite consistent with Drogo's usual style.

Some spells were stored in the magic device, but the functions were not complete. She guessed that the other part was in the divine bones. It was a wonderful idea. She didn't expect that the spells that were once regarded as waste could be used in this way.

So Yufei proposed that plan to solve the problem that eight people had to play on the same machine. That would definitely make it easier to popularize, and she is worthy of being her student.

As for how the illusion model is done, it can only be said to be a mixture of excellent and rubbish.

It's excellent in that there has never been such a complex and huge illusion model, but it's rubbish in that the details are too specific and the efficiency of using inscriptions is simply appalling.

"I can help you revise it..." Before she could finish her words, Fulin found that Drogo was looking at her with shining eyes, as if he was looking at a mountain of gold coins, which made her feel creepy.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at my future chief architect."

"I'm just helping you because you can promote illusions. I'm not giving you a job."

Fulin changed the subject, "Since you needed an illusionist, why didn't you come to me earlier?"

"Yes, you said at the time that you had touched the threshold of a new realm in painting art, and asked everyone not to disturb you from studying art. I couldn't get everyone together to play cards those days, or it was because of Xin 104's lack of top."

Studying art? Fulin thought about it and it seemed to be true. At that time, she thought she was a very good painter. When she calmed down and looked at it again, she filled the fireplace with it.

"But then again, the materials used in this magic device are too luxurious. How can most people use it?"

A large amount of precious materials such as mithril, refined gold, rose quartz, cat's eye, ruby, etc. were used in the manufacturing process of the prototype. Not to mention the common people, even the ordinary nobles could not afford it.

"Indeed, when developing it, we spared no expense in order to achieve its functions. It will take a long time to optimize it, but our magic device team has limited capabilities and can only rely on trial and error."

"I do have someone to recommend me."

Fulynn is indeed the local boss of the Twin Towers, and her network of contacts is even richer than Drogo's.

"The dwarf Barn Forge is the third dwarf in his clan's history to be awarded the title of Forge. He is probably the best craftsman in the southern part of the kingdom in the past two hundred years. However, there is a problem. He has not started working for nearly fifty years and only makes things that he likes. The Craig family once offered him tens of thousands of gold coins to help repair the family heirloom, but was turned down."

No, the unfortunate Craig family hasn’t finished repairing the big figure he’s set his eyes on. What’s wrong with these descendants? They want to borrow it to play with it when it’s finished.

"So what does he like?" Drogo asked, putting the figurines aside for the time being, now the most important thing is auto chess.

"Drinking, gambling, fighting, having fun, for the glory of the clan, proving that he is the most powerful dwarf, picking on those pointy-eared ones, a very traditional dwarf. In short, whatever other dwarves like, he will like more."

"interesting……"

Drogo rubbed his chin, his lava eyes rolling around.

"How about this, you first make a voice for yourself, and just roar like the one when you snatched food from me when we were kids."

"what?"

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Barn Forge's great-grandfather was a craftsman, his grandfather was a craftsman, his father was a craftsman, and so was he.

But he is different. He is the best craftsman in the clan's history, so he inherited the name of the Forge from the famous dwarf hero Sat Forge.

Putting the family name Rodel in the middle, the honor of the clan and the family are more important than his life.

I took off my glasses and stretched my muscles. I’m old and my body is not as good as before. I used to be able to work for three days in a row without sleeping.

The train engine in front of him was torn to pieces. It was a new toy he had recently found.

After he was 300 years old, he had no shortage of money and fame, and no longer needed recognition from others. He was already at the top of the industry, and the rest of his time was spent challenging himself and studying one emerging technology after another.

The train engine was pretty good, and it gave him some excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time, but it wasn't enough.

"Let's go to the old place to have a drink!" He called a few apprentices and assistants.

He used to be very strict with his apprentices, but now that he is old, he has come to understand things more clearly. Not all dwarves have his innate talents, so it is good enough to do what you can.

Coming to the Twin Towers City, I have to admit that although humans cannot drink a lot, their winemaking skills are pretty good, and all kinds of drinks are delicious.

But the thing called Coke is an exception. It tastes like medicine, is very sweet, and keeps bubbling. I don’t know who likes it.

When he arrived at the pub he frequented most, it seemed that the sign had changed, but he didn't care, as long as the wine was still as good.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed the huge magic device that took up a quarter of the store.

what is that?
A new gadget invented by humans.

It looks like the workmanship is crude. If he had done this job, he would have smashed it.

He picked up a large glass of wine and was about to drink it all when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the magic device.

"The furnace never extinguishes, and honor lasts forever!"

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)