"Haha, you little brat, you are quite loyal!" the elder muttered, and the wrinkles on his laughing face were wrinkled, like a dried pumpkin.
"Grandpa, don't you blame us?" Thiessen smiled happily, then took a few steps, jumped into the spring water again, and called to Downton, "Come on, I just said, my grandpa is very good.
."
"I'm so sorry!"
Downton secretly said he was lucky and apologized sincerely.
"You are Thyssen's savior and the benefactor of our Krupp tribe. Let alone a dip in the hot springs, it doesn't matter if I give this place to you." The elder was very angry.
Downton smiled and did not answer the question. The spring contained the spring of life. Even if the elder was a prodigal, he would not give it away. Those words were just promises to gain favor.
"Haha, come in quickly, these hot springs are good for your body." The elder laughed dryly. Looking at Downton's expression, he knew that his little idea had been guessed.
After the previous dinner, the elder called Thiessen into the room and asked about the rescue process in detail.
Thiessen described all his experiences during this period, especially the key point of the description was Downton's perfect plan to snatch away the Flame Banshee from a Judgment-level powerhouse.
The elder thought his grandson was joking, but seeing the look of admiration in Thiessen's eyes and the banshee rune between Downton's eyebrows, he had to believe it.
"A young man who treats people well, is humble, courteous, and generous. But if you want to treat others as a fool, then you will be unlucky." After just a short contact, the elder had already sketched a rough image of Downton in his mind. This kind of person
It's easy to get along, and you don't mind even if you suffer some losses, but if you keep taking advantage, you might end up being cheated and even lose your pants.
The effect of the hot spring is indeed good. As the cells are moisturized, Downton's body regains its vitality. The burnt skin when he advanced fell off piece by piece, regaining its luster and delicateness.
"Hehe, you are so tender, like a baby animal!" Thiessen swam to Downton and stretched out his thick fingers to poke his chest.
"Get out!" Downton scolded with a smile. He had gone to work very early. Years of exposure to wind and sun had made him look dark and lean. But it was different now. His new skin was not only white, but also very smooth. He looked very similar.
Those pampered aristocratic children.
"What are you talking about, bastard? Go get the box next to you!" the elder cursed and urged Thiessen.
Downton clenched his fists. Feeling the power contained in his body, he lowered his head and looked at his chest.
In the past six months, every meal he has eaten has been nutritious. Coupled with continuous training and advancement, his bones and muscles are very strong. His eight-pack abdominal muscles are neatly arranged on his abdomen, and there is no trace of fat on his body.
"Wow, it's actually a Hellfire Battle Box and a Krupp Fire Gun. Do you want to give them to Downton?" Thiessen ran over with a box in one hand.
The box on the left hand is made of wood, narrow and narrow. It is similar to a violin music box, but it is only one and a half meters long, with giant-style totems carved on it.
Without waiting for the elder's permission, Thyssen had already pressed the lock and opened the box. Inside were two Krupp fireguns, one long and one short, with the muzzles facing each other.
"Musket?"
Downton's eyes lit up. He had seen a similar weapon in his sleep. It seemed to be called a flintlock gun. It was a very powerful long-range weapon.
"Fireguns? What are they? They are called fireguns, and they are the unique weapon design of our Krupp giants." Thiessen picked up the short firegun and handed it to Downton, "This one is for self-defense. The effective range is fifty
meters, the ultimate range is two hundred meters.”
The short fire gun is only 35 centimeters long, so it is also called a hand gun. The body of the gun is a kind of fire-resistant wood, and other parts are made of rare metals.
"Don't underestimate it, it can easily penetrate the armor of hero-level monsters and break bones!" Thiessen showed off, holding the blunderbuss tube and folding it down hard, "Here is the blunderbuss chamber, load the projectiles, and then fold it back
, pull the trigger, and when the hammer falls, the projectile will be fired."
"Your forging craftsmanship is really exquisite!"
Downton couldn't help but sigh. He noticed that the hammer, which was only the size of a little fingernail, was engraved with a complicated magic circle. It was so clear that every line could be discerned. It was simply a masterpiece.
"Of course, the dwarves don't dare call themselves master forgers in front of us Krupp." Thiessen raised his head, very proud.
"How's the accuracy?" Downton was playing with it. The gun weighed about a pound. In his sleep, he remembered that a pirate wearing a sailing cap liked to put two muskets on his belt. He looked very handsome.
"If there is no problem with the shooting skills, the kill rate should be around 80%." Thiessen picked up another fire blunderbuss and stretched the barrel in front of Downton, "Did you see it? There are hand-polished ones inside.
The rifling ensures that the projectile can still fly in a straight line after exiting the chamber!”
"What's the range?" Downton asked. He liked this weapon just at a glance. The wooden gun body was carved with beautiful patterns, and the firing part of the main body was painted gold. It was more like a decoration than a killing weapon.
"If you have excellent shooting skills, you can shoot a target eight hundred meters away. Any further away can only depend on luck." Thiessen performed a gun dance to show off his tribe's craftsmanship.
The loading method of the fire gun is the same as that of the hand gun, and the ammunition used is also a round projectile, but the diameter is larger.
"Aren't bullets expensive?"
"How do you know?" Thiessen was puzzled.
"Idiot, if the bullets were cheap, you would have loaded them for test firing." The elder scolded the idiot grandson and glanced at Downton. Sure enough, he and Thiessen were right. This young man is very smart, has terrifying observation skills, and pays attention to details.
so good.
"Can I introduce you, please?" Downton asked.
"The projectile is indeed very expensive. The metal used to make it is not rare, but the gunpowder it is filled with is very expensive. Not to mention the explosive crystal and fire phosphorus, the shell pearl powder alone can give people a headache to death." Thiessen
Sigh, even if he is the clan leader's son, he can't play with a blunderbuss.
Yanbei is a small monster that grows in magma. It is rare in number. Only the Krupp giants who can swim in magma can catch them. However, the powerful pearls growing in their bodies are indispensable for making projectiles.
a part of.
"Based on your human currency system, a projectile should be worth three thousand gold coins."
The elder said a price that almost made Downton spit out a mouthful of blood.
"It's really expensive." Downton was depressed. Although the fire gun was very powerful, it cost three thousand gold coins per shot, which was too expensive. Even with his wealth, he couldn't afford it. "Homer, there is something in the Great Library.
Any record of the Krupp Gunfire?"
"No, try to get a blueprint?" The ancient magic book is not omnipotent.
"Do you think it's possible?" Downton rolled his eyes. He saw the value of this weapon at a glance. The fire blunderbuss gave ordinary people the opportunity to kill the Judgment-level magicians. If it spread, it would not cause any harm.
It's strange that there was such an uproar, but the high cost and rare projectiles prevented it from being popularized.
"I've given you two muskets, and a hundred and twenty rounds of bullets. This is half of our inventory." Krupp has always been generous to his friends, and Downton gave them priceless wine.
Nor will he be stingy.
"Is the craft of making fire guns complicated? How many fire guns do your tribe still have? I want them all. The price is negotiable!" Downton wanted to equip his guards with fire guns. Even if a volley cannot kill the enemy, it can still be done.
Give them a heavy blow.
"It takes about ten days to make one." The elder did not hide it. "There are probably more than a dozen in the entire tribe. They are all made for fun when the tribesmen are idle and bored. There is no way, there is too much ammunition, so it is useless to make them.
."
"What a pity." Downton sighed. He was not arrogant enough to let the Krupp giant willingly collect materials to make bullets for him.
The power of the fire gun is converted to the standards of the Western Continent. It can penetrate the dragon-slaying shield with one shot. It is really worth the money. The only drawback is that it can only be loaded with one shot at a time. He originally wanted to use the three-stage shot he had seen in his dream.
Shooting makes up for it, but the result is too little ammunition.
"Don't be sorry, I'll grab some shellfish for you to make bullets now that I have time." Thiessen patted Downton on the shoulder, then brought another box over, showing off like a treasure, "Just now the two fire guns and this
Compared to the Hellfire Battle Box, it's just scum!"
The battle box was light red in color and was about the size of an ordinary suitcase. It was made up of pieces of metal, like dragon scales, and could be carried by hand. After Thyssen placed it on the ground, he stepped on the lid with his right foot.
in the dents.
The dent pressed down, making a clicking sound of mechanical gears. The battle box bloomed like a flower. Inside were pieces of metal fragments. The mechanical structure was dazzling. They wrapped Thyssen's right foot, and then
Spread rapidly.
"Beautiful!" Thiessen raised his left foot and placed it in another indentation exposed after the battle box was unfolded. The nearby metal fragments immediately covered the foot, and then the entire box flowed upwards, just like mercury pouring down the ground.
In ten seconds, Thiessen was completely enveloped.
Downton nodded subconsciously. This way of wearing armor is so cool. The metal fragments are like dragon scales. When covered one by one, Thiessen looks like a small steel golem. And the most gorgeous thing is
The 'messy' patterns on the fragments became a totem painting after the armor was formed.
"Awesome!" Homer exclaimed. The way he wore his armor alone was enough to prove that the Krupp Giant's forging technology was well-deserved.
"Hellfire armor has extremely high defense and can resist the burning of the dragon's breath." Thiessen put down his face armor, and his eyes were covered with two transparent crystals, which did not affect his vision much at all.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thiessen took a few steps, and his combat boots made a thumping sound when he stepped on the floor. Just when Downton thought it would be too heavy and would affect his movements, Thiessen performed a war dance, as flexible as a sword.
Bees hovering among flowers.
"It's called the Hellfire Arms. It's the most perfect set in our tribe. Now it's given to you." The elder saw Downton looking at the armor in shock. Knowing that the gift satisfied his friend, the elder smiled happily. (To be completed.)