I am a god in another world

"We're here. That's Vizeme Manor. Wait a minute. I hope Miss Luna can restrain herself as much as possible. Although there are undead creatures in Vizeme Manor now, they are not evil." Gavin reminded her again with concern.

"Uncle Daniel, I have reminded you three times last night. Since you have gained Uncle Daniel's trust, I will naturally not interfere. After all, I am not a real paladin." Luna responded calmly.

"That's good, that's good. Aren't you used to being misunderstood?" Gavin scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

As soon as Gavin and his friends landed, the dog demon came up to greet them and said flatteringly, "Lord, you are back."

I want to drive this guy away, but I am worried that it is too deliberate. It's really a pot that is not open.

Don't you see that there is a new kind person here? Why are you, a devil, getting close to him?

After secretly glancing at Luna, the half-moon colt folded its huge wings and returned to its warhorse state. Apart from glancing at the dog demon twice more, its expression was very peaceful.

Apparently, Daniel had already given her enough precautions, knowing the existence of the dog demon.

Gavin's heart was immediately put back into his stomach, and he took the opportunity to ask, "Has Lord Virginia come today?"

"She has come, and just left half an hour ago." The dog demon added, "She sent Lord Vic here."

"Vic? Why did she send Vic here? I don't have any use for him here." Gavin asked in confusion.

He almost forgot that there was such a goblin warlock servant.

"Maybe Lord Vic is too noisy over there." The wolf face of the dog demon had a strange expression, "For the specific situation, Lord, you can go and see it yourself."

"Too noisy? Vic?" Gavin was confused.

This adjective, in any case, cannot be associated with the goblin warlock. That guy is a little transparent, never talkative, not to mention lost in the crowd, following behind, it is easy to ignore his existence.

Not far away, Gavin understood why the dog demon used this adjective.

A rumbling sound came from afar, the sound was very much like an old tractor, and puffs of black smoke came out with the rumbling sound, which was even more like that situation.

This sound came from a strange machine.

From a distance, this strange machine was a combination of garbage, with both roughly processed logs and metal accessories, but these metal accessories were all rusty.

From above, Gavin clearly identified the bent shield and the reshaped sword, the workmanship was very rough, and it was not completely hammered together.

The machine was thick and short, and from a distance it looked like a standing big wine barrel, with a diameter of 1.5 meters and a height of 1.5 meters.

This big wine barrel is filled with mechanical arms that are pieced together. In addition to the support, there are also exposed pipes. It is unknown what material it is made of. It is translucent and has black liquid pulsating in it.

The four mechanical arms are equipped with solid hammers, mechanical pliers, rotating gears and impact drills.

In the middle of the wine barrel, there is a person sitting, with only half of his upper body exposed.

Pointed ears, big nose, straight waist and back, orange eyes, sparse hair and a pair of short devil horns.

This goblin who looks like a little devil and more than a goblin, who else can it be but Vic who has signed a contract with the dog demon?

As Vic fiddled with it, puffs of black smoke came out of the chimney behind the barrel machine, and the barrel machine started moving immediately.

But it obviously did not consider any shock absorption system. Every step it took was uneven. From top to bottom, it was constantly shaking, and various parts such as metal and logs collided and banged.

It gave people the illusion that it was about to fall apart, but it was so stubborn that it would never let such an opportunity come.

The four mechanical arms moved at the same time.

The speed was not very fast, but the power was not small.

The sledgehammer came down and directly smashed a shallow pit on the spot.

The rough impact drill bit, when rotating rapidly, directly smashed a solid stone more than one person tall into pieces.

The mechanical pliers easily lifted the heavy object from the ground.

The rotating gears cut the logs on the ground with a squeak, and it was cut into two halves in a few seconds. The cut was smooth and neat, which was completely opposite to the unreliable feeling given by this wine barrel machine.

Thu thu thu...

This crazy operation lasted only three minutes.

The black smoke coming out of the tail of the wine barrel machine began to lose strength, the wine barrel rotated slower and slower, and the mechanical arm on it stopped moving.

Vic jumped down from the wine barrel machine, holding a pliers wrench, as if he wanted to check.

However, the smell coming from his body was not greasy, but a strong smell of alcohol, including the black smoke coming out of the barrel.

Seeing that Vic was concentrating all his energy on the barrel device and did not notice the arrival of his group, he coughed heavily.

Vic, who was mumbling around the barrel device, finally looked up and saw Gavin and his group not far away. In his orange eyes, there was an unconcealed surprise. He took two steps at a time and ran to Gavin and said, "Master, master, do you have any wine? Is it the ghost wine?"

Gavin was full of doubts, and couldn't keep up with the goblin's jumping thoughts. He couldn't help asking: "Ghost wine? What do you want ghost wine for?"

While asking, he took out a bottle of ghost wine from his backpack.

He wanted to see what new tricks Vic could come up with.

The goblin warlock didn't have time to explain. After taking the ghost wine, he ran back to the barrel device excitedly, opened a lid from his back, and poured the ghost wine in with a turn of his hand.

Then he patted the barrel device.

Thump, thump...

A few puffs of black smoke came out of the chimney, but the sound was very unstable, with both light and heavy, fast and slow.

I don't know if it was Gavin's illusion, why did he feel that this thump sound was like a rhythmic burp?

The goblin warlock was dissatisfied with the barrel device and slammed his feet twice.

The thump, thump, thump sound suddenly became rhythmic, and the four dejected mechanical arms were all raised again and rotated a circle.

If the goblin warlock had not been so agile and jumped away immediately, he would have been swept away.

Gavin was stunned when he saw this scene.

This is not fantasy, this is magic.

Gavin was wondering before, what exactly does this thing use as a power source?

Although he felt the breath of magic on it, it was not particularly heavy.

At least there is still a big difference from those golems that are completely driven by magic.

Vic now gave the answer with practical actions.

Ghost wine.

This thing actually uses ghost wine as a power source.

No wonder both the barrel device and Vic exude a strong smell of wine.

He thought Vic was driving under the influence of alcohol before, but now it seems that this kind of drunk driving is more thorough.

The barrel device is driven by alcohol.

No, no, definitely not.

The energy conversion is wrong.

Even Feren did not jump out of the scope of the law of conservation of energy.

Magic operation has its own set of energy conservation laws - the spell level is formulated in accordance with this principle.

In fact, in the era when the first generation of the magic goddess ruled, the spell level was not measured by rings, and even the division was very vague. Mages often relied on their own feelings and exploration to cast spells, and the failure rate was frighteningly high.

Until a mortal tried to absorb the original energy of the magic network and then ascended to godhood, causing the entire magic network to lose control, leading to the death of the first generation of the magic goddess.

The second generation of the magic goddess reshaped the magic network, strengthened supervision, set the spell level cap, lowered the threshold for casting, and made the operation of spells more stable.

Let each professional template and spellcasting be closely tied to the magic network.

This spell position is actually the consciousness that is quantified and reshaped by oneself.

A key for starting a spell.

The matching key opens the matching lock, which is simple and the success rate is greatly improved.

Let's go off topic.

The energy provided by the normal material components in the ghost wine is definitely not enough to drive this large machine for a long time.

What can do this should be the negative energy contained in it.

Seeing the barrel device restarted, Vic did not restart the posture of sitting in it, but walked back with a satisfied smile.

Gavin couldn't help asking: "Did you invent this?"

Vic's face was full of pride, his back straightened, his head raised higher, and he nodded repeatedly.

"When did you learn mechanical forging?" Gavin was even more confused. He clearly remembered that Vic was the purest goblin warlock. When did he choose this black technology.

"This magic book was given by Lady Virginia. It is about the production of mechanical puppets. It comes from the waste giant. He cooperated with me to make it." Vic took out a greasy magic book from his arms.

At the same time, he pointed to the huge figure not far from the barrel device.

This figure was fat and strong, more than four meters tall. Even the half-ogre roar was a dwarf in front of him.

When Vic sat in the barrel device before, it was just up to his waist.

His most notable feature is the huge one-eyed giant in the middle of his face. The eyeball is vertical and flashes orange light. The huge head is bald without a single hair, with a circle of raised cuticle, and irregularly covered with four or five thick and blunt corners. From a distance, it looks like a unique helmet.

Cyclops.

More precisely, the Elf Wild Cyclops.

There are also Cyclops in Faerun, but both in size and appearance, they are very different from the Elf Wild Cyclops. Except for the one-eye, there are not many similarities.

This wilderness Cyclops was one of the three Cyclops captured in the raid on the Prince of the Wasted Giant.

After being influenced and taught, these wilderness Cyclops have all abandoned the dark and joined the Spring Bud Forest and Dragon Oak Territory.

The Wasted Giants rule the Wild Cyclops by relying on fear and violence, and there is no loyalty at all.

The wilderness cyclops are not loyal beings. As long as they can be provided with better treatment, they will surrender in a matter of minutes.

The facts prove that this is indeed the case.

Now the three cyclops are all used by Gavin and Virginia.

However, the demeanor of the cyclops in front of him is seriously inconsistent with his tall stature.

His waist is slightly bent, his shoulders are slumped, his head is drooped, and his face is covered with a flattering smile, especially when Gavin's eyes turn to him.

Gavin couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Vic.

This is a typical example of a slave who has been kept captive by the giant for generations. He has never tasted the taste of freedom. Now he has just changed from one master to another, even if this master is only a quarter of the height of the original master.

Gavin took the magic book directly from Vic's hand and flipped through it roughly.

The specific owner of the magic book is no longer known, but it is not difficult to see between the lines that it should belong to a goblin.

The number of various strange mechanical parts drawings on it is far more than the text description.

He did not find the finished drawings of the barrel device on it, but the drawings of various components can basically be found.

Needless to say, Vic must have pieced it together based on the things above. It can move and work, which is simply a miracle.

At the end of the magic book, I finally found three or four relatively complete drawings.

It's just that the painting style is very abstract. Combined with the previous drawings, I can barely understand it by guessing.