Duke of Grief

Where do they burst their muskets?

This question has been echoed in the mind of Prime Minister Luo Wei. When the knight under his command relayed the news, his mind became blank.

He really couldn't understand that most of the drow's supplies were supplied by him, so where did the firearms come from?

In order to provide supplies to the group of black-skinned bitches, he also received a lot of infamy.

That trade route was jointly maintained by him and other nobles, but it has been in trouble. The other nobles were naturally scolded together, but the main scolding was still concentrated on him. After all, he is the most powerful of all nobles. Of that.

But now?

Sitting at his desk, Prime Minister Luo Wei gritted his teeth and pressed his head, his forehead straight out.

Anger, incomparable anger emerged from the bottom of my heart, and anger burned his heart and turned his entire soul into a sea of ​​fire.

The firing guns in the hands of the dwarf clan were rarely sold to the outside world, and even their Mole Commerce Federation was unable to get many firing guns from the rock heads, but this time they appeared in the hands of the drow elves. The number is at least more than thirty!

It is not that they have not tried imitation, but the existing technology simply cannot imitate the burst firearm.

The Principality of Sorrowful Wind and the Kurkut Empire may have enough technology to imitate bursting muskets, but those two countries can manufacture bursting rifles themselves, so why not copy them?

He heard that the Principality of Sorrowful Wind held a continuous firearm called a'revolver pistol' in his hand, but he did not sell it to outsiders. Even adventurers and mercenaries could only use it when they ventured abroad. To the principality.

The firearm itself is not difficult to imitate. The most important thing is the ‘bullet’. If there is no matching bullet, there is no way to use a firearm at all.

But the manufacturing process of ‘bullet’ itself was tightly held by dwarves and gnomes, and no outsider knew how to make such a rifle bullet.

From this point, it can be judged that the group of drow elves had contacted other people and traded with them in addition to him and the other nobles of Mohr, otherwise the group of shameless black-skinned **** also had It is impossible to have a burst of muskets.

However, as far as he knew, there were only a few clans in the dwarf who had the ability to make bursting muskets. As for those bursting rifles sold abroad, he had already been checked, and the answer should be known soon.

From now on, his ‘trust’ with that group of drow elves has started to shake.

He originally thought that although the group of black-skinned **** had contact with the big nobles other than him, he promised him things and interests that would be given to him. Even if there might be fewer, it was not unacceptable.

After all, so much money has been spent, wouldn’t it be too much loss if there was no return?

However, up to now, since he received the news, his trust in them completely collapsed.

He was already wondering whether the group of **** did not intend to give him the benefits he deserved, not just him, even the other nobles who were in contact with them.

There must be more than one person doubting the group of black-skinned **** now. Others should also be doubting, but the doubts of others may not be as deep as he.

Prime Minister Lowe’s mind was running fast, and he was thinking about how to rectify the group of drow elves, and was about to spit them out of his own interests.

Now that he has invested so much, if he kills them all in one go, isn't he losing money?

They died a hundred times, but what about his loss? So he didn't intend to kill the drow elves, he just thought about how to rectify them, so that they could understand that the big fist is the boss, and the big fist speaks.

As for these conspiracies and tricks, if they have the same strength, they may still have some effect, but now they are so disparate in strength from him, what do they have the confidence to...

Prime Minister Lowe was not stunned by anger. On the contrary, although he was quite angry now, his mind was still calm.

As soon as his brain turned, he suddenly thought of something-what gave the group of drow elves such courage to do such a thing?

The bursting muskets in their hands are obviously impossible to give them much confidence. These things may be useful against some ordinary transcendents. If they are used against some extremely powerful transcendents or "legends", then they are of no use at all. .

There are countless ways for powerful transcendents to deal with bursting muskets, which is why, until now, single shot rifles and burst rifles have not been able to flourish.

The musket is indeed very powerful. For mortals, as long as a shot hits their vital position, even a non-critical position, it is enough to let them die on the spot.

But for the transcendental, the premise of wanting to kill them with a musket is to ‘hit’, followed by ‘how much damage is done’.

Although not every big aristocrat has the power of ‘legend’, at least it is an almost powerful army or something.

——The prerequisite for becoming a great aristocrat is ‘powerful’, not the number of territories and the glorious family history.

Where did the hordes of drow come to fight against them?

If the drow elves still have ‘legends’, Prime Minister Lowe is not surprised, but their number is so small that even if they have legends, they may be completely wiped out by his army.

Therefore, there must be other forces supporting them!

After some thought, Prime Minister Lowe came to such a conclusion.

Now the situation is very clear, there are other forces secretly supporting the group of drow elves, otherwise they would not dare to do this kind of behavior.

So, does he want to test the force behind the drow elves...

Prime Minister Lowe regained his composure, raised his hand against his smooth chin, and began another round of meditation.

But just when he just immersed himself in his thinking ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The door of the room was suddenly knocked.

Tuk Tuk!

Suddenly looking up at the door, Prime Minister Rowe's eyes flickered. He remembered that he had said it before. Don't call him if there is nothing important, but now the door has been knocked.

After sorting out his appearance and taking a deep breath, his face returned to normal, and Prime Minister Luo Wei said quietly, "Come in!"

Then, Prime Minister Luo Wei saw that his housekeeper pushed the door in, and there was no anxiety in his face, but his appearance had already made Prime Minister Luo Wei jump.

Ominous premonitions began to spread in his heart, and when the housekeeper closed the door, he whispered eagerly, "What's the matter?"

The butler approached quickly and then stood at the desk, also responding in a low voice: "Master, something is wrong!"

A slightly distorted look suddenly appeared on the fat face of Prime Minister Luo Wei, and the corners of his lips were still shaking.

After a while, he took another breath, "What happened?"

"That group of drow elves suddenly released news, claiming that in fact they were able to occupy'Belion' this time, and that they could have so many supplies, thanks to the help of you and other nobles..."

"Fuck him!"

When the housekeeper's voice did not fall, Prime Minister Lowe clapped angrily on the desk.

The desk rattled, and everything on the table jumped up.

He took a cool breath and shook his red and swollen right hand, but then he stared at his butler fiercely and said in a bad voice: "Go tell other people, this is malicious slander, it is slandering, I will send them out to send them It’s gone, see what reason they have to say this!"

Hearing the words, the butler was silent for a few seconds, sighed quietly, and lowered his eyebrows and answered: "Yes, I will do this..."

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