You are too extreme

Dawei was left gaping at the squirming fire sac.

"what happened?"

Rambo and the dwarves looked at the wriggling fire sac with confusion in their eyes.

Obviously, because of the filter, they didn't think the scene just now was scary.

"He called me the Lord of Humanity and said I was his brother, so when I asked him for the fire sac fluid, he just took it out."

Dawei walked near the fire bag.

This thing is seven meters wide, like a sac-like organ filled with liquid, and the two stomachs next to it are connected to the fire sac with terrifying tubes.

The smell of blood in the air kept Dawei thinking effectively.

That thing is going to die. There is not much information. He doesn't understand it at all. He can think about it later.

"Khan, what happened?"

The guards from the base camp ran out on war horses, and other drunk psychics also rushed out with weapons to check.

"It's nothing, I just met a friend."

Think about death later.

The fire sac in front of us needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. It cannot be broken directly. Try to see if it can be raised.

Although there are no organs such as a heart, this thing is still squirming after being separated from the body for so long.

It doesn't look like a normal thing.

I gently stretched out my hand and touched the fire bag. There was no rejection reaction or explosion.

It can be seen that this thing is not a magical creation, but an even more peculiar item.

"Let's move back together and try to see if we can use it as gunpowder."

"And these snake people!"

"The invisibility is very strong. You can hide it through the protective color just by lying on the ground. I will definitely have people clear the vacuum zone of the plant grass early tomorrow morning, and then arrange an outpost for observation."

Chapter 144 Determination

Didn't wait until daylight.

Dawei, who transformed into an extreme warrior, began to process.

The squirming organ exuded a large amount of fire sac fluid. Dawei, who already knew how to make it, expertly processed it according to the proportions.

He quickly got the gunpowder.

The dripping fire-sac fluid mixes well with the other two ingredients.

Through Blake's rune power, he quickly dried and dehydrated, and obtained granular gunpowder.

The impatient Dawei and the curious people came to the shooting range. Dawei opened the medicine pool and added a small amount of new gunpowder into it.

Started loading quickly again.

When the egg-sized bullet was pushed into the barrel by the rod, Dawei immediately aimed at the target within a 50-meter range.

The trigger was pulled and the flintlock device ignited the gunpowder.

In an instant, the entire gunpowder burned, and the violent force pushed the bullet out. Even Dawei felt a slight vibration from the gun in his hand.

boom! ! !

The sound was louder than the previous two times, causing everyone present to cover their ears.

The egg-sized projectile directly penetrated the target and flew 200 meters before hitting the wall hard, leaving obvious marks on the top.

The power of the new gunpowder is more than a star and a half stronger than the dragon's breath gunpowder.

All the dwarves who saw it began to feel happy, and Blake was even more ecstatic, in order to protect this hard-won fire sac.

Carry out sustainable development.

The master blacksmiths in the tribe gathered together and built a steel shell overnight to accommodate the entire fire sac and the two stomachs. They also vacated the exit and entrance, and pulled out a section of those intestine-like things.

To ensure the safety of this baby.

A team of five people was also set up to be responsible for the fire bag. They would collect the black liquid flowing out of the fire bag.

Then stuff the stomach with meat every once in a while.

"Now that the gunpowder problem is solved, we can build cannons!"

Rambo was very happy to feel that the tribe's strength had grown and that he could weather the difficulties peacefully.

Cannons are different from muskets. Cannons are controlled items. Even if a high-level magician is prepared, he will die without a burial place if he is hit by a salvo of cannons.

"Don't worry."

Several dwarves sat with Dawei, drinking strange black water that smelled of strong medicine.

Seeing Rambo dancing, Brad poured a bowl and handed it over.

"Making a cannon requires a long time of preparation, and with the capacity of the fire bag, we can only make five or six tons at most."

"what is this?"

"Herbal soup, for detoxification."

Rambo swallowed, picked up the bowl and took a sip. A strong bitter taste and a strange grassy smell filled his mouth.

"too bitter."

"Drink it. You just had a close encounter with Earth Dragon. If you don't drink the herbal medicine, you will get a rash when you get up tomorrow."

Blake's words made Rambo drink heavily.

"Master Roach, you should have experience in making muskets. Can you make cannons next?"

"There might not have been a way before, but now that there are giants, this kind of thing is pretty simple to make."

"Very good, then just follow the drawings. Rambo, you don't have to go to the boss to work recently. Come to the blacksmith shop to help."

Dawei recruited all the newly arrived dwarves who had better craftsmanship and skills to form a cannon-casting battalion with Roach.

A total of twenty dwarves, plus Rambo who knew the structure of artillery, ensured nothing went wrong.

After arranging their work, it was time for them to go back to sleep.

But Dawei himself had no such plan. He needed to deal with the snake man's affairs and arrange for others to clean up the leftovers of the banquet.

Even though he is only 15 years old.

But including his age in his previous life, his mental age is at least 30 years old.

So, after taking care of all the things that needed to be managed within the camp, he stretched and walked towards his room.

As the master here, the leader of the tribe, everyone’s hope.

His house is quite big and can accommodate many people

There is no key on the door, because there is a ferocious monster inside. If you are not a great person, you will have a high probability of becoming a delicacy if you dare to go in.

The griffon got its own name after four months of raising it.

Originally I wanted to call him Chunsheng, but the pronunciation of this name was a bit unclear, so in the end I had to give him a more barbaric name based on local customs.

"Carl."

After Dawei shouted, a response came from inside the room. The door was opened, and what came into view was the big head of the griffon cub.

This guy has grown as big as a horse. The down on the entire body has fallen off and many adult feathers have grown.

If Dawei's room hadn't been built to fit his size, this griffon probably wouldn't be able to live in this house.

"hold head high!"

After confirming that it was Dawei, the griffon named Carl yawned, and the whole bird lay straight in its nest and slept like a cat.

He waved his hands, arranged his things and lay down directly on the bed.

But Dawei did not fall asleep. He took a sip of blood wine and recalled what the earth dragon said.

What is dying?

Dawei, who was not too bright, entered into deeper thinking.

I am a son of the sky. The first two failed, and now I am the third one.

The double-headed eagle flying in the sky is one of my own, and the earth dragon underground is also one of my own.

Because he called me brother. With this relationship, if you think about it again, you can quickly think of other things.

Rambo said about the plot. In the plot, the goddess will rise after I die, and then those dirty and filthy creatures will appear in the world.

But now they can't see those filthy creatures.

The first two times, people like us appeared to stop the goddess. The double-headed eagle did not appear for a long time.

Dilong also said that he wanted me to hide.

Consider the number of clips, and two clips that appear early... that is.

"The world?"

It should be the world.

Thinking of this, Dawei sat up. Even the stupidest person in this situation would realize the seriousness of the problem.

Although he despises the gods, the premise of this contempt is that there is someone behind him.

And when the person behind the scenes is gone and he himself becomes much weaker, the danger will be magnified several times.

A god who can fight against the world can defeat him no matter how weak he is.

Not to mention the gadgets under his hands, even the Valkyries in the hands of the goddess are enough to make the current great forces drink a pot.

"Because of the editing, I am not a little bug now and will be ignored by others."

Now he is definitely a big cockroach in the eyes of the goddess, the kind that she wants to kill.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my situation was quite dangerous.

"People die and birds turn to the sky! I have lived for so long. Although it is not exciting, it is still long enough!"

"To die is to die!"

"But before you die, you must do something big!"

I will first unite all the barbarian tribes to kill all the aliens in the desolate plains!

Chapter 145 The power of editing

The barren plains in summer are like spring elsewhere.

The wind was cool and the temperature reached an extremely beautiful level. Wugli looked at the flat land.

Inner thoughts.

Many plants grow here and animals are everywhere. Although there are terrifying predators, it can be called a fertile grassland.

The cold wind blew by, making those around him feel cool.

The climate here is so beautiful.

It's like it was born to fight in heavy armor.

Ugli turned his head and looked back. The cavalry unit composed of Kusais was slowly advancing.

They have three horses each.

Wearing terrifying heavy armor and spear bones.

The horses are all six-legged Bingxin war horses, and their strength and endurance are not comparable to those of ordinary horses.

There are about three thousand elite heavy cavalry alone. Although they are all humans, they have reached a level that even the mages dare not look down upon during six years of training.

Following these Mamluks were more than 500 dark elf dragoons riding desert dragon lizards.

These people wore fine armor, all knew magic, and lived for another 300 years.