"This weapon is called a rifle, and the mage regiment has learned about this weapon by extracting the memories of the gray dwarves. The captured gray dwarves had very hard mouths, and they couldn't pry anything out of torture, so they could only use necromancy to extract their memories, and the memory fragments were very vague, only that Bredrow had fled into the dark region and collected a group of underground races as minions, and this rifle was invented by him. ”

Chief Mage Ditra said, "Contrary to the previous rumors, it is not a wand, but a mechanical creation. ”

Flame Fist General Motes fiddled with his rifle, pulled the bolt, pulled the trigger, and looked at the scope for a long time, the rifle without bullets was like an ordinary stick in his hand, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This weapon obviously has the magical effect of dissolving the shield, and it is much more powerful than a crossbow, and it will also spew flames when used......"

The general was puzzled and said, "How can it be a mechanical creation?" ”

The learned mage smiled slightly, took the rifle from the general's hand, pulled the bolt, and loaded a bullet into the chamber.

The robed mage, rifle raised, aimed at one of the supporting posts of the tent, pulled the trigger, and thunder rang out, the stake the thickness of the bowl crackling and cracking, and shards of wood flew out.

"Mages also make constructs and mechanical artifacts."

The archmage handed the gun back to General Flamefist: "Strictly speaking, this rifle is divided into two parts - the gun and the bullet. ”

He took out a pointed bullet from the dimensional pouch and showed it to General Flamefist, and continued, "The bullet is an alchemical item, and what gives the bullet great power is the explosives it is filled within. ”

General Flamefist took the bullet and played with it in the palm of his hand, still unable to understand the basic principles of this weapon called a gun, with his meagre knowledge.

"Overall, this is a simple, easy-to-operate, but powerful long-range weapon, compared to it, the bow and crossbow are too far behind, even the magic bow and enchanted crossbow worth thousands of gold, but this gun can't compare."

The archmage pointed to the inscription on the muzzle: "Look here, this is an enchanted rune, and the mage group has not yet been able to deconstruct the effective principle of the rune, and it is the two lines of runes that give this weapon the magic-like effect of dissolving the shield." ”

Finally, the archmage concluded, "This weapon is a combination of mechanical, alchemy, and magical techniques, making it a very sophisticated ranged weapon. ”

The Flame Fist General's face was gloomy, and he pondered, "A long-range weapon that can break armor and dissolve shields, with a range of more than two thousand yards, if all the defenders of Askatra City were armed with such weapons, many people would die in the siege battle." ”

"Don't worry." The chief mage laughed, "The scouts caught a lot of the mob that escaped from Ascatla, and they were very cooperative with the interrogation, and they told the city about the situation in the city with almost no punishment. The mob didn't have many rifles in their hands, hundreds at most, and there didn't seem to be a single rifle with an inscription like this. ”

The Flame Fist General breathed a sigh of relief, but he found that Ditra's brow was tightly knit, as if he had something on his mind.

"Your Excellency the Chief Mage, what are you worried about?"

"Mobs with guns are nothing to worry about, creating this weapon and arming the mob and the evil underworld race with it is our heart's content!"

The chief mage said in a cold voice, "Bewitching Demon King Bredero! It was he who invented this demonic weapon, and it was necessary to get rid of him as soon as possible, to remove all traces he left in this world, to destroy his shadow and artwork and the blueprints of this weapon, and to kill all the technicians who knew how to make this weapon. ”

The Flame Fist General fiddled with his rifle and asked puzzledly, "Since this weapon is very good, why don't we recruit craftsmen to copy it?" You mentioned that this weapon is simple in structure, so it should not be difficult to imitate. Fools can use this weapon against armies, and if our well-trained knights and warriors use this weapon, they will surely be able to destroy that group of fools easily. ”

The Chief Mage looked coldly at the general, his piercing gaze staring at this battle-hardened warrior with a chill emanating from the bottom of his heart.

"Maybe your elite soldiers can beat twice as many gun-wielding citizens with guns."

The Chief Mage said, "But how many soldiers do you have?" A sturdy young man, not engaged in production, after a long period of specialized training, improving his martial arts and ranks, and following the virtues of the gods, it will take at least five years to become a qualified probationary knight. And a farmer, a farmer of any age from eighteen to sixty years old, can use a rifle after three months of training.

Both sides are armed with rifles, and elite soldiers may be able to defeat twice as many armed mobs, but what if the mob is ten times as many as soldiers? ”

"We can recruit farmers, wouldn't that greatly reduce the time it takes to train soldiers?" General Flamefist retorted.

"Recruit farmers?"

The archmage sneered: "The peasants farm for the lord to feed the lord, and they are forced to die on the battlefield, and the weapons in their hands are enough to deal with the knights, why should they obey you?" If these foolish people who are not religious enough are seduced by people like Bredero, how many farmers you have armed will have to face in the future! ”

Hearing this, cold sweat flowed from the corners of his forehead, and he pondered, "Mages and priests, transcendents who control divine and magical powers can subdue soldiers......"

"Except for a few geniuses, it will take twenty years to cultivate an intermediate mage. Among a hundred people, there may not be a single mage gifted person who has been blessed by Misla. ”

The Chief Mage said coldly, "If you're lucky, two or three mobs with rifles can kill an intermediate mage. Archmages and Electors are not afraid of such weapons, but how many Archmages and Electors are there on the mainland?

Spell slots are limited, and an archmage will die from running out of spell slots in the face of a steady stream of gun-wielding mobs. If Bredrow can make more guns and spread them to every corner of the Faeron Continent, then even I won't dare to travel at will, and God knows if I will be ambushed and killed by a hundred civilians with guns, because even if I use all my spells on protective spells, I can't stop the rain of projectiles. ”

"The most terrifying thing about this devil's weapon is that it gives the mob the courage to resist. The gunless mob knew for themselves that no matter how numerous they were, they could not stand up to the knights and mages, and no matter how many people gathered to riot, there was only one way to die. ”

The chief mage looked at the rifle in the Flame Fist General's hand hatefully, and said in a cold voice: "But with the gun, they have the possibility of killing and injuring knights and mages, even if it takes five people to kill a knight, and a hundred people to kill a mage, they can afford it." They will start to think, if a thousand people with guns have failed to riot, what about ten thousand? What about 100,000 people? What about a million people? ”

The Chief Mage had a vague feeling that this weapon, called the Rifle, would change the situation of the entire continent, and he didn't know how difficult it was to make a rifle, but he knew that it was easy to use.

In the eyes of the mage, great power requires hard work to obtain, and a transcendent person who has become a mid-level mage in ten, twenty, or even fifty or sixty years, but will be shot to death by a gunman who has been trained for several months, this is the greatest blasphemy, the desecration of power, the power that is easily obtained, must be evil, and the person who obtains power easily will definitely fall.

The Flame Fist General threw the rifle in his hand to the ground as if he had been burned, and he looked at the burning stick weapon in a daze, and the more he looked at it, the more chilled he became.

"The gods will not sit idly by!" As if to embolden himself, General Flame Fist shouted, "The gods will perform miracles and destroy all the rebellious blasphemers like ants!" ”

The chief mage was silent for a while, and then whispered, "The gods are extraordinary, but the gods do not possess infinite divine power. If the gods had infinite power and could transform the main material world as they pleased, the world would not be what it is now. General, we believe in the gods, serve the gods, and need the gods to give us blessings and strength. But the gods also need our attendants to herd the sheep for him. Don't rely on the gods for all problems, do what we have to do, and solve the problems of the mortal world for the gods, so that we are the competent servants of the gods. ”

The Flame Fist General let out a long breath, cheered up, and asked, "My lord, what should we do?" ”

The Chief Mage sighed and said, "We can only try our best to hide the secret that mortals can use rifles against transcendents, and we must not let the people know about the existence of such a weapon." Braderow and his followers must die, and even if they flee into the Shadows, even if they flee into the bottomless abyss, the Messengers of Judgment will hunt them down and decapitate their evil thoughts. ”