Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 110 The Shocking Female Shaman

Wu Ronghui personally stepped forward to begin the demonstration.

The first item is the steel-armed crossbow.

One hundred and twenty paces away, an old leather armor hangs.

Strike the bow, aim, fire.

"Bang—Thud!" The leather armor was pierced through, and the crossbow bolt, still powerful, embedded itself deeply in the earthen slope behind.

With a crisp tearing sound, the arrow struck the left breastplate of the leather armor precisely—a spot usually protected by an extra breastplate or thick leather—but the powerful thrust of the improved steel crossbow and the triangular arrowhead pierced through it as easily as a sheet of paper.

The arrowhead emerged from behind the leather armor, its momentum undiminished, and plunged deep into the earthen slope behind it, the fletching still trembling rapidly and emitting a soft "humming" sound.

"Whoosh—"

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A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd of onlookers at Baihegu.

Their own bows and arrows were difficult to aim accurately from fifty paces away, let alone penetrate the tanned leather armor. Several veterans' eyes lit up, and they stood on tiptoe, staring wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"It actually penetrated!" a young soldier with a fresh scar on his face exclaimed.

An old hunter with a white beard and missing three fingers on his right hand gestured tremblingly with his remaining thumb and forefinger, his voice hoarse: "One hundred and twenty paces—no, maybe even further. If we had this, those wolf cubs would fall before they even get close!"

"Judging by how deep the arrow went in, even those quartermasters in their iron vests probably couldn't withstand it!" Another middle-aged soldier rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming with a long-lost fighting spirit.

Sharna's pale golden pupils contracted slightly, like a startled feline.

Her gaze was fixed on the leather armor that had been pierced, then slowly moved to the earthen mound where the crossbow bolt had embedded itself, and finally returned to the intricately designed steel crossbow in the big goblin's hand, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

She didn't speak, but the way she looked at Matthew again had changed considerably.

The middle-aged elder beside her, who had been frowning and looking worried, also forgot his anxiety at this moment, his mouth slightly open and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Eleanor, standing behind Matthew, was not too surprised. In her opinion, it was probably some kind of enchanted crossbow bolt.

"This prince is indeed an alchemist!" she thought to herself, as if she had a definite answer.

After the first soldier completed the demonstration of the steel crossbow, Wu Ronghui immediately signaled to begin the second demonstration of the hand grenade.

The target was replaced with a more dilapidated but still sturdy old wagon plank, half-buried in the ground, to simulate a makeshift shelter.

A human summoning unit picked up a grenade, briefly demonstrated the pin to the crowd, and then stepped back thirty paces to stand still.

He looked at Matthew, who nodded slightly.

"laugh--

—"

The fuse was lit, producing a short burst of sparks and white smoke.

Lei Hu made no fancy moves; with a powerful swing of his arm, the dark, round ball traced a slightly straight arc and landed precisely on the panel.

Time seemed to slow down as it fell.

All the people of Baihe Valley followed that black dot with their eyes, holding their breath.

"boom-

""

A deafening roar, closer and more violent than thunder, exploded in the open space!

Wood chips mixed with dirt shot into the sky, the thick plank was blasted into pieces, and a charred crater was emitting smoke.

The powerful blast wave overturned several empty wooden barrels nearby.

This time, the gasp turned into a horrified gasp.

Many soldiers instinctively took a half step back, their faces drained of color.

The elders' eyes widened suddenly, their lips trembling as they looked at the still-smoking pit and then at the other black spheres lying quietly on the ground, their expressions a mixture of horror and delight.

If this power were to fall into the enemy ranks—what a magnificent sight that would be.

Sharna's body trembled slightly. Her back, which had been straight as if bearing the weight of the entire tribe, leaned forward slightly at this moment, as if to see more clearly.

Her pale golden eyes held shock, disbelief, but even more so, surprise—the radiant glow of hope shining through despair.

She seemed to finally understand what Matthew meant by the weapon that could bring victory to their tribe and defeat the Titans.

This is indeed an incredible weapon.

This time, Eleanor couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in her eyes, also quite taken aback by the weapons from Emberstone Ridge.

She finally understood where Matthew's confidence came from, and why Emberstone Ridge could develop in that dangerous and desolate place.

This prince indeed possesses incredible alchemy skills, even surpassing any alchemy master in the kingdom.

Because this was the first time she had ever heard of or seen such a weapon, and judging from the quantity Matthew and his group brought, it was not an expensive magical weapon.

"It seems I really made the right bet. He really does have the power to change the world!" After the initial surprise, Eleanor felt more joy and even a renewed sense of admiration for Matthew.

"Baron Matthew!" Sharna looked at Matthew with some excitement, her voice trembling slightly, but each word was enunciated clearly, as if confirming something, "This weapon, can it reach far?"

"A single-soldier throw, for those with strong arms, about forty to fifty paces. It is most effective for close-quarters defense, blocking in narrow spaces, or attacking enemies behind makeshift cover," Matthew said in a loud voice.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still-shocked White River Valley warriors, and added, "But we have others, for further, for dealing with denser enemies, or their camps."

Matthew raised his hand, signaling Wu Ronghui to proceed with the next demonstration.

Everyone's curiosity was heightened when two Ember Ridge warriors carried the "large slingshot," whose structure was clearly far more complex than that of a crossbow or a grenade, off the carriage and began to assemble it rapidly.

A sturdy wooden base, a torsion rib bundle as thick as a child's arm, a complex winch and trigger structure, and that heavy-looking square package tightly bound with multiple layers of tarpaulin and hemp rope.

"This is... a catapult? It's so small?" the knowledgeable veteran murmured in confusion.

"Doesn't seem like it, I don't see any counterweight—is it relying on those few tendons?"

The two well-trained soldiers quickly set up the projectile and adjusted the firing angle.

They carefully placed the square explosive charge into the leather bag.

Then they began to work together to turn the winch, the thick tendons emitting a teeth-grinding "creak" as they were slowly tightened, accumulating terrifying power.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have subsided.

Everyone stared intently, afraid of missing a single detail.

Sharna had somehow moved to the very front, just a dozen steps from the demonstration area, her eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

Her elders and guards followed closely behind, their eyes also fixed on the mysterious device with curiosity.

"Target, 180 paces ahead, abandoned rubble pile." Wu Ronghui's voice was exceptionally clear in the silence.

"put!"

A soldier swung his mallet down hard, knocking open the trigger catch.

"Boom!"

The loud bang of the tendons snapping back was even louder than the sound of the fuse being cocked. The heavy explosive charge was thrown out with tremendous force, accompanied by a clear whooshing sound.

"call out-

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It drew a full and powerful parabola in the air, flying towards the pile of rocks half a person's height in the distance.

Its flight path was much slower than that of an arrow, clearly visible to the naked eye, which made the heavy sense of oppression even stronger.

Time was stretched out again.

All eyes followed the flying black dot, and hearts seemed to leap into their throats.

The explosive charge landed precisely in the center of the pile of rocks.

A brief silence, less than a heartbeat's worth.

"Boom!"

The explosion, deeper and more resonant than a hand grenade, sounded as if the earth itself was roaring!

The ground beneath their feet trembled noticeably. The pile of rubble in the distance seemed to have been struck by an invisible, massive hammer, or as if a giant of earth element was tumbling wildly within it.

Countless fragments of stone, dust, and thick smoke mixed together to form a swollen, grayish-yellow cloud that violently sprayed and tumbled in all directions.

Large and small stones rained down on the area within a radius of several dozen paces, making a crackling sound.

Once the suffocating smoke and dust had been dispersed by the wind, a shocking crater was revealed in the center of the pile of stones. Several of the largest rocks had been overturned, displaced, and even developed obvious cracks due to the force of the explosion.

The area around the crater was a mess, as if it had been trampled by the foot of a giant beast.

silence!

Everyone seemed to stop breathing, with only the sound of their throats moving.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable cry of alarm, like a monstrous wave, swept over the entire tribe.

"Ancestors! This...this is the power of thunder!"

"One hundred and eighty paces! A full one hundred and eighty paces! This range, this power, it's unbelievable!"

"The stones were shattered; if they had landed in a crowd, in the formation of charging cavalry—"

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"Hahaha, we have a chance! We really have a chance to defeat the Giant God Tribe!"

The soldiers were so excited that their faces turned red. They waved their fists, patted each other on the shoulder, and some even jumped up excitedly. Their eyes were filled with an almost fanatical fighting spirit and hope.

The elders, disregarding their composure, gathered together, pointing at the distant pile of stones. Their fingers trembled as they argued rapidly about how to use the weapon and where to ambush it, their faces displaying a complex mix of ecstasy and tears.

Sharna stood quietly in place, not joining the cheers, as if she were stunned, or perhaps some complex emotion overwhelmed her in an instant.

She simply looked up, gazing at the lingering smoke in the distance, at the land reshaped by "Thunder".

Sunlight pierced through the thinning smoke and dust, casting dappled shadows on her sharply defined profile.

She, being able to lead the tribe, naturally understood what this meant—the White River Valley finally possessed a ranged means to effectively and efficiently kill the Giant God tribe's cluster targets on the front lines.

No longer can we only fill the gap with the lives of warriors!

After a long while, she took a deep breath, as if a mountain weighing on her heart had disappeared, as if the dark clouds obscuring her vision had vanished.

A surge of hopeful passion welled up within him, and tears of relief welled up in his eyes.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Those were not tears of weakness, but tears shed for seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, for finding a foothold under immense pressure, for finding a haven in fear, and for her dead and living people.

When she opened her eyes again, her pale golden eyes were like pure gold tempered by fire, bright, firm, and without a trace of gloom.

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the excited and jubilant tribespeople, finally settling on Matthew's face.

Her face no longer held only a forced coldness, but also a touch of feminine gentleness and a bright smile that should belong to her age.