Chapter 128 Sir, this way

"Wilbur, since all the jackals' fighting power has been exhausted, you should continue to persuade the jackals in the village to surrender."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

The cobbler once again led a small team and continued to shout to the surviving gnolls.

After a while, the jackals whose psychological defenses collapsed all chose to surrender.

After all, at least some of each family's property is left, and the jackals who don't have nothing don't want to fight against the rat people.

When it comes to disposing of the Jackal's property, Ict allows them to take all their most valuable items with them.

In addition, most of the Gnoll prisoners will have to bear the responsibility of carrying the captured ones.

The wealth of the Iron Fist tribe is beyond imagination, but the location of some of the supplies cannot be known by the rescued humans alone.

Fortunately, at this time, spies appeared among the jackals at the right time.

These gnolls, who were angrily called "treacherous jackals" by their companions, stepped forward in time and pointed out the direction of the plunder for the rat people.

There are also twenty magic crystals, one high-quality gemstone, twenty gemstones containing impurities, and various daily necessities."

Iket also had some headaches. He couldn't have his cake and eat it too. This time, the Yuanshi bullet was easy to use, but the pollution was too great.

The "Warrior of God" is quite capable of being used as a decisive battle weapon. For this unit with thick armor and difficulty in causing damage, Iket is really considering using artillery.

The thirty kilograms seized were far from enough. Even with the miscellaneous iron tools seized, at most fifty kilograms of iron could be melted.

"It doesn't matter. Corruption can be dealt with, otherwise the church's holy water won't be able to sell so hotly. At least at this time, those magic sticks are still somewhat useful."

Compared to other tribes, the Iron Fist tribe's metal resources are already considered rich.

Ictor's speech was as if he was taking a ghost's relic home and offering it to him.

Moreover, the two most elite troops under his command should really taste some benefits, otherwise they will not be motivated to go out to fight in the future.

Ictor comforted him by saying that even if it was for the rats to work better for him, he would not place San's things in the territory.

Wilbur worried that the thing in front of him was not clean to the senses of civilians.

The contamination may affect the minds of those who come into contact, and the territory's elite Companion Guards and Hawkeye Guards can't get any more crazy.

Since it is determined to deal with highly armored targets, the caliber of the first cannon must not be too small.

The work of dismembering the God's Warrior was quickly arranged. Before long, the Jackals began to roughly tear off the armor pieces from Bemke's body.

This kind of curiosity may only be understood by the surrounding rat people.

However, due to the nature of the warriors of God as corruptors, these armors are more or less contaminated.

"With all due respect, Lord, although the armor of the Warrior of God is very important, it is still an item worn by the Corruptor."

"In this case, the use value will be reduced."

"So what?"

"After returning to the territory, just ask someone to scrub these armor plates with the diluted holy water.

Now, you ask them to remove the armor pieces and carry them back, and we will return after a little repair."

Ictor called Wilbur.

There are still many large pieces of smelted pig iron left in the tribe, weighing a full thirty kilograms!

It seemed that because the warriors of God had taken action against them inexplicably, the gnoll prisoners had no psychological burden at all, and instead felt very happy.

"That's no problem, Lord, but do you want to transport all these things back to the territory?"

The armor on that thing must not be too light.

For this reason, Iket led the rats to turn the Iron Fist tribe upside down, but they did not find enough iron.

"Yes! Clan leader!"

Ickert didn't care about the pots and pans, money, and dried fish. After all, after they were brought to the territory, they would be no different from his own.

The power of the warpstone bullets was so great that the two bullets that hit the barrel of the gun dissolved Ironhide's internal organs and destroyed his flesh.

"Found him. He died outside the tribe. He was hit twice by Ji Yuan's gun, both in the chest."

"Sirings! Go this way! There are good things here!"

Since Ironpi's body had been damaged to this extent, Iket had no intention of recycling it.

There was no technical problem with the production of early muzzle-loading artillery. As far as copper artillery was concerned, the smelting technology and casting technology of the Shang and Zhou dynasties had no problem at all.

With the territory's heat treatment and steel-frying technology, building a cast iron cannon wouldn't be a big problem.

Unfortunately, the tribal property that the few remaining warriors tried hard to protect was completely sold off by the treacherous villain.

However, the fragmentary treasures in the tribe, Iket, were not of much value. Only some salt and spices were of some value.

From the Jackal's mouth, Ictor learned that the steel behemoth that attacked him was the "Warrior of God" made by the Great Shaman Samir.

But for Ickert's plan, it was not enough.

"Clan Chief, according to statistics from our investigation team, a total of thirty spears, fifteen steel swords, and ten long knives were seized in this battle.

When there are rats fighting over a few pots and pans, a jackal will jump out.

According to a jackal, their tribe's mineral vein is considered a rich iron ore.

"By the way, I heard that their tribal chief was a good warrior. How about it? Has the body been found?"

While the jackals were working, Ictor also began to count other gains.

"Wilbur, gather all the prisoners and ask them to dismantle the armor of the warrior of God."

"Then let's divide his remaining limbs and head. I guess that body can't be used as casting material."

The only problem is that casting the cannon requires a huge amount of steel.

Needless to say, facing such a well-preserved village, the rat people made a rare plunder.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

"There is no need to report the rest."

Targaryen replied helplessly, feeling a little pity.

If the Iron Fist tribe's most coveted resource by Iket is naturally their iron ore.

For making cannons, it is really a bit less, not to mention the weight of the cannonballs has to be calculated separately.

In desperation, he could only turn his attention to the warrior of God outside the door.

At this time, the role of the jackal captives became apparent.

Targaryen replied that although he could not taste the magic-rich internal organs as usual, the flesh and blood of the extraordinary was still excellent.

Recently, Targaryen always feels as if he has reached the edge of awakening. He only needs to take that step to officially enter the threshold of a warrior!

If such a change were to take place in Skaven Castle, Targaryen might be so happy that he would go crazy.

But after seeing the clan leader killing extraordinary beings like dogs, Targaryen's expectations for extraordinary beings plummeted, and he would even sometimes dream about being killed by the clan leader indiscriminately.

Anyway, it's better than nothing.
Chapter completed!