The Iron Mecha Dragon has few friends

Chapter 106 Randomly Pick a Lucky Viewer

Not to mention Dragon, who is still in the state of a sage, at the underground mine, the priestess held the newly excavated adamantine ore, her eyes were extremely excited.

Relying on the fine gold veins, she can completely build a dungeon!A dungeon that only belongs to her!
Even better, the priestess has also discovered a passage to the surface world!Then, when she learned from the captive dog's head population that above the surface is the Premi Forest, the largest gathering place of wood elves in the Western Continent, the priestess was so excited that she flew up!
"Surface Spirit!"

She sneered with a flushed face, what could be more pleasing to the Spider Queen than torturing and killing the surface elves?

Yes, that's tormenting any elf of the month!

Even better if it's Corellon's blood!
It's a pity that the moon elves usually live on Yongju Island. No matter how brave the drow elves are, they dare not go to Yongju Island to make troubles against the spectators of the elf gods.

Wood elves are wood elves, as long as they kill a batch of wood elves, she will definitely be able to regain the attention of the Queen of God!
The priestess made up her mind to guard the adamantine veins, so the metal dragon that has not shown her face and has been eyeing the dragon in the dark will be an eyesore.

This insidious and cunning opponent is the most terrifying!

No race knows better than the drow how hateful an opponent is hiding in the dark!
We must find a way to arrest him!

The priestess looked at Keszhuo with flickering eyes, "Your Highness, are those two kobolds really willing to help us find the dragon's lair?"

"Why not?"

Keszhuo, who was fiddling with the heavy crossbow, said lightly, "You don't think kobolds know anything about loyalty, do you?"

"You said so!"

The priestess put herself in the situation and thought, and immediately had no doubts.

Even noble drows don't know what loyalty is. How can two kobolds be more courageous than drows?

Very blue!

But she is still very angry, the legendary ranger is amazing, isn't he?Can legendary rangers do whatever they want?
"Snapped!"

The priestess whipped her servant's father with a whip, and asked with cold eyes: "It's been so long, haven't those gray dwarves copied a usable firecracker?"

How does the servant know this? He is responsible for serving and protecting the priestess, and he doesn't care about ordnance manufacturing. How can he know the progress of the gray dwarves?
He was whipped for no reason, but he didn't dare to complain, so he could only call the gray dwarf immediately.

Soon, a bald-headed dwarf with gray skin ran over in small steps, holding a firecracker that was assembled in an emergency in his arms.

"Dear eldest daughter, this is the firecracker we imitated!"

"Not bad, it's very efficient."

The priestess praised casually, and then asked the servant to come over with the firecracker, and looked at it carefully.

Compared with the dwarf guns she had seen before, this imitation needle gun was much more complicated.

"Let's demonstrate."

She waved her hand casually, and the drow warrior immediately randomly selected a lucky spectator and fixed it 150 meters away.

The tied troglodyte looked blankly at the drow warrior in the distance. Before it could figure out what happened, the drow warrior raised the firecracker, loaded bullets, aimed at the troglodyte, and pulled the trigger forcefully.

Bang!
Ah!
The gunshot rang out, and the troglodytes closed their eyes with a strange cry, and blinked after a while, huh?fine?
The ugly little monster opened its eyes happily, and saw the drow warrior pull the trigger again.

Boom!ah!Um?
Boom!ah!Um?
Boom!ah! ! ! ! !
The drow warrior fired four shots in a row, and finally one shot hit the troglodyte's thigh.Although he originally aimed at the chest, he missed it.

"That's it?"

The priestess frowned. Although she had never seen the power of the needle gun, if the kobold's needle guns only had this precision, how could they easily kill the troglodytes?

"This, this is already the best firecracker I have ever made!"

The gray dwarf explained with sweat on his face: "If a few more firecrackers are fired together, the power will definitely be greatly improved!"

The salvo is more powerful, which seems to make sense.

The priestess nodded lightly, and ordered her servant father.

"Try it with a kobold firecracker."

The drow warrior replaced the firecracker and aimed at the screaming troglodyte again.

Bang!
This time the Lizardman didn't even make a cry, because its sky cap had already been blown away by the bullets.

The priestess looked at the duergar blankly.

"This, coincidence, must be a coincidence!"

The duergar was sweating profusely, swearing and swearing.

"A direct hit from five hundred feet, this must be a coincidence! If the next shot can still hit, I will, eat the firecracker I made!"

"It's best a coincidence," the priestess glanced coldly at her servant, who immediately ran over to deliver the order, and the drow warrior randomly caught a lucky troglodyte, aimed and shot.

Bang!
The little brains are smashed!
Then there are 200 meters, 300 meters, and 400 meters. Relatively high-precision needle guns are matched with elite drow warriors.

It should be able to hit it even further away, but unfortunately there is not that much space underground.

The priestess looked more and more calm, but the gray dwarf was shaking all over, not even daring to sweat.

"I need an explanation," the priestess asked softly.

"Why is the firecracker made by the dwarves themselves, but it is not as good as the weapons in the hands of a group of kobolds?"

"I, respected eldest daughter, I have really tried my best..."

The gray dwarf was in tears, he was really wronged, it would be fine if he cut corners, but he really didn't!

"This kind of weapon must not be made by kobolds, they are only users at most!"

The priestess looked at the gray dwarf coldly for a while, and finally thought that this gray dwarf was the best blacksmith in the army, and because the gifted spell of enlarging was also very useful, she finally let the gray dwarf go.

After all, this is an indispensable technical talent. If it is replaced by a bard who is useless except for oral sex, then he is really dead.

"Within a month, you must create a gun with the same range accuracy as the Kobold."

"Yes Yes!"

The gray dwarf nodded again and again, no matter what he said, let's get past the level in front of him first.What should I do if I can't make it in a month?Of course, it's all about pulling the taller ones to take the blame.

"But it may require the help of many spellcasters..."

"Simple, we have plenty of spellcasters here."

The priestess agreed without blinking her eyes. After all, drow society lacks everything, except high-tech spellcasters.

The drow elves have their own social feelings here. In order to get rid of their status at the bottom of the society, I don't know how many drow men have been involved in death, just to become mages.

Even the priestess assigned by the mistress of the family has about twenty official spellcasters under her command.

"With the help of the caster, there must be no problem!"

The gray dwarf threw the pot half way ahead of time, and was secretly having fun when he heard the priestess ask again.

"How many guns can you make in a day?"

The gray dwarf estimated the apprentice's speed and reported as much as possible.

"At least four!"

In the worst case, let the apprentices work in two shifts, with one shift working for [-] hours!
"Four, very good."

The priestess nodded in satisfaction, because the kobolds only had a few dozen needle guns, and she had saved them for an unknown amount of time. Now she can add four firearms a day. Isn't it easy to conquer the Premilin?
Then catch the metal dragon, wash the wood elf settlement with blood, regain the magic, and become the favored of the gods. It would be even better if that arrogant bitch can be killed together!
The priestess blushed and thought about her future sexual life, but Keszhuo glanced at her with a half-smile, then he casually stuffed the huge bullet into the heavy crossbow and muttered to himself.

"three days left……"

(End of this chapter)