Poor Zambit was not so lucky, the remaining magic cannonball obviously had an auto-tracking function, and Zambit couldn't get rid of the pursuit of the magic cannonball by jumping up and down. Especially after seeing the power of the other cannonball, Zambit was almost crying, and there was no doubt that if that cannonball exploded near him, it would definitely hurt his muscles and bones.

Zambit begins to regret following the damn Alfie into the castle. Only then did he realize that since he had known Alfie, the god of luck had drifted away from him, and countless unfortunate things had followed, making him miserable.

Zambit was thinking wildly, but his movements were not slow at all. Thanks to the troll's nimble legs and feet, although the magic cannonball chased very closely, the distance between Zambit and the cannonball was always about three meters, and it seemed that this was still within a safe range.

"Elfie, think of a way, do you really want me to be cannon fodder?" Zambit cried out for help.

"Are you really going to do this?" asked Rebecca behind the blast shield. It's not that she doesn't believe in Alfie, it's that this cunning bard's track record is too flattering.

"Of course not. Even if Zambit is cannon fodder, it is also high-level cannon fodder, and it cannot be easily wasted in such low-level levels. Alfie motioned for Barnett to gather the shield for him, and at the same time took out a large number of parts from the spatial ring and began to assemble them skillfully.

"A low-level level?" Rebecca's words were full of suspicion. Alfie is really a little too arrogant, no matter from which point of view, the colossus of magic energy outside is far above the mechanical puppet in Ingneel's laboratory, how can it become a low-level level here in Alfie?

"Of course, didn't you listen to Barnett? This Colossus of Magical Energy is just the work of your old lover in the early stage, if this is also a high-level level, then he will live to be a dog for more than two thousand years. Alfie replied without looking up, a chic hand cannon had been gradually formed under his rapid assembly.

"How did you do that? Aren't you a bard by profession, but a mechanical engineer?" Barnett asked, stunned as he watched Alfie's assembled hand cannon in disbelief. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the Kenobi-style hand cannon was made by a bard.

"Didn't you notice? I use ready-made semi-finished products, and much of the credit for this hand cannon goes to the parts that Mr. Kenobi prepared in advance, and I just put them together. "Alfie is rarely humble.

"I've long said that Kenobi is the most amazing. Rebecca nodded, and could see that she was quite satisfied with Alfie's humility, which made her selectively forget what Alfie had just said that Kenobi would live to be a dog.

"It's not that simple. I believe that it is the habit of Mr. Kenobi to never put together the parts that assemble the hand cannon, and those parts must be mixed with other parts. It's not easy to quickly find what you need from thousands of different parts and assemble them. There's one more thing Barnett doesn't say: at least that's not what he Barnett can't do.

"So it makes sense that Mr. Kenobi has been refusing to take you as an apprentice. Alfie's words are always so mean and helpless, after all, he is telling the truth.

"I'm afraid the hand cannon you assembled can't fire magic cannonballs, right? The idea that you want to use this hand cannon to shoot down that magic cannonball is good, but it definitely won't work. Although he couldn't refute Alfie's words, Barnett tried to defend his dignity from a practical standpoint.

His experience of helping Kenobi build countless parts had taught him that the Hand Cannon, which Alfie had assembled so easily, would never be able to fire magic cannonballs, because it lacked a magic array to gather magic power. No matter how thoughtful Kenobi was, he would never have carved the magic array on an unformed half-finished product.

If that happens, the magic array on the half-finished product will inevitably be obscured or destroyed during the assembly process. For a magic hand cannon, if the magic array on it changes slightly, there will be a danger of exploding when firing magic cannonballs, so it can't be called a weapon, and it's more appropriate to call it a suicide weapon.

"There's no need to fire magic cannonballs. Alfie said disapprovingly, his plan was not to use a hand cannon to shoot down the magic cannonballs that were chasing Zambit. Not to mention the accuracy of the hastily assembled hand cannon, the speed of that magic cannonball is by no means what the ammunition fired from this hand cannon can catch up.

As the assembler of the hand cannon, Alfie knew better than anyone the range and rate of fire of the hand cannon, but according to his plan, it was enough.

"And what are you going to do?" Barnett couldn't figure out what Alfie was going to do.

"You'll know right away. Alfie pulled out another metal cannonball from the spatial ring, which seemed to have been prepared by Kenobi in advance according to the caliber of the hand cannon.

Alfie's next move made Barnett even more incomprehensible: he broke the round cannonball through the middle, poured out part of the gunpowder inside, and then plugged the opening tightly with a strip of cloth, then lit the strip with flint, and then stuffed the modified cannonball into the freshly assembled hand cannon.

"What are you doing here, aren't you afraid that sparks will detonate gunpowder?" Although Barnett was impressed by Alfie's skill in assembling mechanical devices, this act of playing with fire made Barnett think that he was a simple layman in mechanical engineering.

"Don't worry, the gunpowder I left behind is not enough to explode, at most it can generate a lot of heat. Alfie pulled a small slit in the blast shield in front of him and aimed his cannon out.

"Zambit, move to our side as much as you can!" Alfie shouted at Zambit, who was already being chased by magic cannonballs, after feeling that everything was right.

Fortunately, the Magic Colossus did not make any further moves after shooting the two magic cannonballs, otherwise under the attack of the magic cannonballs and the magic energy Colossus, Zambit would have been hated for a long time.

"Alfie! I'm optimistic about you!" the panting Zambit was overjoyed when he heard Alfie's voice, especially after seeing the swarthy barrel sticking out behind the blast shield, and he had already thrown the fact that he was being used as a gunman by Alfie.

It seems that this guy Alfie is not so ruthless~ After getting along for a while, Zambit is full of confidence in Alfie, as long as this guy makes a move, there is never a precedent for failure, and it seems that he has found a way to crack the magic cannonball.

In fact, in Zambit's opinion, as long as Alfie and they can open the secret passage blocked by the blast shield, let him hide in it, and then use the blast shield to block the tracking of the magic bomb, they can perfectly solve this problem, but I don't know why Alfie didn't choose to do it.

Are they still worried that the blast shield won't be able to block the secret passage in time? Zambit actually wants to shout: You are all too worried, with the troll's nimble legs and feet, these are not a problem at all!