"I'm not breaking my word and getting fat!, and I'm not a coward!" roared Zambit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Then please explain to the great troll warrior why you have denied what you have just said, and why do you dare not take this catapult to bring to his tribe as soon as possible the desire for a human alliance and the hope of peace?" Alfie asked, bowing to Zambit with a fancy salute.

"Because it's so unreliable. I've never heard of being able to shoot people out like a cannonball, and still land safely. Zambit said.

"That's because you're rare and weird. Don't forget that you didn't use a hang glider in the first place, didn't you still make it to the other side of the river?" said Alfie with a sneer.

"That's, that's different, at least the glider has you and Rebecca with you, and if you go with me this time, I'll agree. Zambit said incoherently.

"At the end of the day, it's timid. Alfie said contemptuously, and then said in a colorful voice like Rebecca, "I'm afraid~~I need someone to accompany ~~"

I have to admit that Alfie learned very vividly, and everyone present was given goosebumps by his swishing voice.

"Shut up!" Zambit was going crazy, how could he look so unbearable in Alfie's mouth, like a timid guy, which made him feel embarrassed to call himself a "great troll warrior" all day long.

"Okay. No kidding. Seeing that Zambit was about to go violent, Alfie put away her hippie smile and changed to a serious look. The speed at which it changes its face amazes the people around it.

"Zambit, there are three reasons why you were chosen to take this catapult to the other side of the river. Alfie stretched out three fingers and said, "First, only when you fly over the river will you not be attacked by the other side of the river, and if you are any other person, I am afraid that you will be shot into a sieve before you hit the ground." ”

Alfie withdrew a finger and continued, "Second, only you can give the Prophet full trust and smoothly convey the sincerity of Camp Calus to the Prophet. ”

Alfie stretched out his last finger and said, "Third, this trebuchet can only project one person at a time, and there is only one landing tool I asked Master Madison to prepare just now. ”

"Why don't you prepare two more sets? There are so many trebuchets here, you can launch two at the same time. "Zambit is making a last stand.

"Because there were not enough materials, the time was too tight. And none of the people present could match the nimble legs and feet of a troll, which is very important when landing. While stating the facts, Alfie did not forget to pat Zambit's ass a little.

"But is this really safe?" Zambit completely resigned himself to his fate, the three reasons that Alfie said just now were very reasonable, and he was the only one to look at this glorious mission.

"Of course, you have to trust me, think about the original glider, my credibility is still guaranteed. Alfie's face once again showed that smile that deceived the dead.

"But how do I land safely?" Zambit didn't believe in the that a troll's nimble legs and feet could land.

"That's what I'm going to do with Master Madison's landing vehicle--aha! Master Madison is pretty sharp! it's ready so soon!" Alfie said, pointing in the direction of Madison's lab, who was running toward him with a large bag of stuff in his hand.

"That's what you're talking about?" Zambit asked, looking at the wrapperskin that Madison had handed over to Alfie, looking like a wrapper with a few ropes tied to it.

"Simple, easy-to-use, safe parachute, you deserve it!" Alfie didn't wait for Zambit to take a closer look, he tied the parachute to Zambit's back, and then pulled a rope from it and stuffed it into his hand, "When you get to the other side of the river, just pull this rope hard, and the rest is the same as how to operate a glider." ”

"Hey, hey, is this really okay?" Zambit wondered how the rope that Alfi had stuffed into his hand was so thin that it would break with a little force.

"Master Madison, tell him what this parachute is made of. Alfie winked at Master Madison.

"Uh, the Ugin silk yarn and the iron vines, absolutely sturdy. Master Madison replied like an endorsement.

"Hear me, absolutely sturdy, absolutely safe. Alfie nodded at Master Madison in satisfaction, and pushed Zambat into the catapult's leather pouch while he examined the rope in his hand.

"Ready to launch!" Seeing Zambit in place, before he could react, Alfie commanded in a loud voice. Several able-bodied mercenaries immediately began to winch the catapult's launcher with a winch.

"Hey, I'm not ready!" exclaimed Zambit, who was already facing his head down.

"Then hurry up and prepare, your time is running out!" said Alfie, laboriously shoving Zambit's spear into his hand, "You'll be able to use this spear." ”

"Alfie, no kidding, does your solution really work?" Zambit asked with a sad face, as he didn't care about the face of the troll warrior at this time.

"Of course, I promise you're going to have one of the most thrilling adventures! Alfie smiled and said to Zambit before cutting the cable holding the transmitter in place with her own hands.

"Oh! no! no! No, Alfie, I hate you—" With Zambit's screams, he drew a beautiful parabola like a cannonball towards the other side of the river.

Elfie put his hand on his forehead, squinted at the direction and angle of Zambit's flight, and muttered, "The angle of the parabola seems to be a little worse, but it should be enough for him to fall to the other side." My one-month life span isn't that worthless. ”

"Little one, does your method really work? That so-called parachute is nothing more than ordinary coarse cloth and rope, not at all the Ugin silk and iron vines you told me to talk about. Master Madison said worriedly as he stood beside Elphie.

"Of course. Alfie said with confidence, he had verified his idea through the Demon Note just now, "But at this height, I don't think he needs that parachute!"

"Does that parachute really work?" Master Madison didn't believe that such a simple piece of equipment would work so magically.

"If it's really made of black gold silk yarn and iron vines. Alfie whispered without looking back, "Now you two are even, and you both have a way to get to the other side quickly." I'm not upsetting the balance, is it?"

"What did you say?" Master Madison was a little deaf and didn't hear Alfie's words clearly.

"Nothing. "I think we should send someone to keep an eye on the other side, and if all goes well, Zambit will soon bring back a reply from Lord Prophet." ”

"Of course. Christopher and the mercenaries around him all looked at Alfie with strange eyes, no one expected that this self-proclaimed bard would be so "unscrupulous" to achieve his goals, and they finally saw what it means to be clever and eloquent.

By this time poor Zambit had reached the other side of the river, and just as Alfie had predicted, the parachute was useless, and at this moment he stuck his spear in the cliff on the east bank of the river, and he hung in the air like a monkey, clenching his spear in both hands for a moment, and roaring: "Alfie! I will not let you go!"