"Then follow the manufacturing method of Glory's Wrath to make a super bomb!"
"Making Wrath of Glory?" After Nalant's explanation, Goblin Lumba finally reacted.
That's right, my lord also has a terrifying weapon like the Fury of Glory.
"Sir, how many Wrath of Glory do you need to make? I'll get it done right away!" Goblin Lumba also replied in an extremely thin voice.
"Just one!" Nalant stretched out his hand.
"Just one?" Goblin Lumba's eyes widened.
He pursed his lips for a moment and then said cautiously: "Sir, when we come here this time, we brought hundreds of magic crystals."
"Well, put all the magic energy crystals in, don't save, sir, I will turn these spiny-haired gray rats into dead rats!"
Nalant nodded.
"Yes, your honorable sir!" Then, Lumba said no more and immediately directed the goblin craftsmen who had previously excavated to withdraw.
Nalant, on the other hand, still stayed where he was.
The surrounding aliens were a little confused about Nalant's reaction.
If he can win, then Narant should act quickly.
If it is impossible to defeat, then he should quickly evacuate with his subordinates.
"What's the use of guarding this open space now?"
"Does Baron Nalant still want to kill the Spiny Gray Rats?"
As for the thoughts of these onlookers, Nalant naturally had no idea.
He waited calmly and calmly. About half an hour later, Goblin Lumba arrived late.
In fact, during this period, the leader of the Spiny Gray Rat Clan did not rest at all, and continued to verbally provoke Nalant.
Especially seeing that Nalant neither retreated nor attacked, this made him more and more excited as he became more sarcastic.
"Sir, the things you arranged have been taken care of!"
At this time, Goblin Lumba had already arrived in front of Nalant.
At the same time, he also brought a dozen magic carriages.
And these carriages were loaded with loads of wood.
Of course, one of them had very thick wood, a large tree stump with a diameter of at least two meters.
This wooden pile is a very conspicuous presence among these woods.
It's called the iron tree, and it's one of the hardest trees in wood.
It's a pity that the texture of this iron tree is really ugly.
The smell is also a bit unpleasant, so it is not a precious tree.
Seeing Goblin Lumba coming with such a large iron tree stump, everyone was a little confused.
After all, other small pieces of wood can also be understood as Nalant preparing to set fire to deal with the spiny squirrel.
But this big wooden pile is not easy to light.
But Narant saw the key at a glance.
On one end of the iron tree stump, there is a hole mark the size of a fist.
This is the opening for loading gunpowder and mana crystals.
Of course, the material opening has been resealed at this moment and is very strong.
And next to the resealed material opening, there is a gray-white thread the size of a flaxen string.
This is naturally the lead.
Since the spiny-haired squirrel tribe was hiding underground and refused to come out, Nalant didn't mind giving them a large firework.
The hundreds of magic crystals Nalant had previously asked the goblin Lumba to collect were prepared for this purpose.
"Sir, all the magic crystals have been put into the wooden pile, and the wooden pile can be used at any time!" Lumba reminded Nalant.
"Very good, let's start as planned!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Immediately, Lumba moved quickly and ordered more than a hundred goblin coolies to start unloading the trees from the carriage.
Those small branches were moved to several squirrel holes.
Only the big wooden stake was placed in the hole dug earlier.
Then, the goblins began to light the wood placed at the entrance of the cave in order.
Only the big wooden pile was not set on fire, but was buried again.
Only a thin line was left exposed above the ground.
"Baron Narante is indeed preparing to smoke the squirrel."
"This method won't work. Baron Narante is a waste of time!"
When the onlookers saw the wood being set alight, they all thought Nalant wanted to attack with fire.
Many foreigners shook their heads.
But they didn't notice that at this time, the Storm Riders and Goblins quietly retreated to their vicinity.
It is more than 400 meters away from where the big wooden pile was buried previously.
Of course, the only one who remained in place at this time was Narant.
"Haha, Baron Nalant, did you hear those comments? Fire attack won't work."
"Stop being stubborn and agree to my conditions. Then this forest will have peace from now on!"
This was a very appropriate time for the leader of the Spiny Squirrel to continue taunting.
"You are arrogant enough, and you are considered worthy enough!"
"Remember, be smarter in your next life and never mess with people you shouldn't mess with!"
Facing the ridicule, Narant showed a look of pity.
The leader of the Spiny-haired Squirrel was stunned and frowned, feeling as if there was something uneasy about him.
At this moment, Nalant suddenly squatted on the ground, and a flame lit up in his hand.
"What are you planning to do?"
The leader of the Spiny-haired Gray Rat clan was puzzled.
Perhaps seeing his doubts, Nalant said: "Don't worry, you may not be very peaceful when you go there later, but you have earned it by experiencing the world's largest 'fireworks'!"
Bah ba ba ba!
After Nalant finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of breathing and sputtering in front of him, and the fuse had been ignited.
This fuse is of a fast-burning specification, so it only spreads underground in an instant.
"Goodbye, Squirrel, I hope to see you again soon!"
Chapter completed!