National Doomsday: I, the Virus King

Without asking Leon to wait, Ferenze came back alone: "She still needs to prepare, let's talk first, huh?

As soon as he came in, Ferenze found ten extra books on his table, and he was immediately interested.

"I thought I couldn't come empty-handed, so I sent some of my new books. Leon replied with a smile.

"Is A Song of Ice and Fire a book about spells?" asked Ferenze, taking one in his hand and holding it in his hand.

"No, it's just a normal storybook. Leon replied.

He's not a fool, and he sends Centaurs books on charms, isn't that a mockery that they can't attack magic? Centaurs can cast spells, but they are good at healing magic, and as for the main means of attack, they still rely on bows and arrows. Giving horses such immoral things as spell books, and there is no nose to do it.

"That's good, that's good, it just happened to be a winter recently, and the hunting team didn't have any tasks to spend time. Ferenze put down the book, and then looked at Leon: "Okay, it's time to talk, Leon, what do you want to do when you come to the centaur tribe this time." "

"I'll be sure first, can you represent the centaurs?" Leon asked with a serious expression as he glanced at Ferenze.

"Yes, although I am not an elder, my reputation among the young centaurs is quite good, and Ronan and I can basically determine a lot of things about the centaurs. Ferenze replied, and a message was revealed in his words, Elder.

"What I'm going to talk about has a lot to do with your centaur hunting party. After Leon finished speaking, he took out his wallet and took out a semi-automatic rifle from it, the M1 carbine, this rifle was produced in a beautiful country, it was originally an army equipment, but it was 40 years, and then it was eliminated and a large number fell into the market, Leon This is one of the semi-automatic rifles he and the old hunters used to hunt, with their own scopes.

"This is—" Ferenze looked at the strange burning stick in Leon's hand, completely unaware of what it had to do with the hunting party.

"You call Ronan over too, let's test it. Leon smiled and raised the M1 carbine in his hand and proposed to Ferenze.

Ferenze didn't hesitate, only the guards had a mission today, and they were alert to the basilisk that appeared in the Forbidden Forest last night, and the hunting team was basically resting, so Ronan was also in the camp.

After a while, Ronan appeared in the tent with Ferenze, and when he saw Leon, Ronan's expression was a little strange, but he didn't show hostility.

"Little Pony, why did you ask Ferenze to come to me and visit our clan?"

As soon as they met, Ronan's familiar title smashed into Leon's ears again, leaving Leon speechless: "Either you call me Chris, or you call me Leon, do you think the title of pony is appropriate?"

"But you're still underage. Ronan replied solemnly, much more rigid than Ferenze's friendliness.

Leon is now eager to give Ronan a bullet with his M1 carbine, why is this thing so spinning.

As if seeing Leon's unhappiness, Ferenze hurriedly whispered to Ronan, and after a while, Ronan reluctantly spoke: "Okay, Leon, what are you going to talk to us about?"

"Arms. Leon spit out a word lightly, and then picked up the M1 carbine in his hand and showed it: "This is a weapon in the Muggle world, called a firearm, and its power and range are several times or even ten times that of a bow and arrow." "

"Muggle weapons?" Ronan looked at the gun in Leon's hand in surprise and said with a disdainful expression, "No, we centaurs are all marksmen, and besides, aren't you afraid of the Ministry of Magic that abuses Muggle items?"

"The Ministry of Magic is a hammer, and you will be in charge of the orders of the Ministry of Magic?" Leon replied disdainfully, then stood up, "Since you centaurs are marksmen, then we are Bibi?"

"Just use this strange stick called a firearm in your hand?" Ronan looked at the M1 carbine in Leon's hand, and then mocked: "You don't even have a bowstring, take it out and smash people?"

"If you can't speak, don't speak. Leon complained to Ronan unceremoniously, and then glanced at Ferenze: "This thing is not suitable to be a leader, or you should do the opposite, after all, the prince and the general, rather have a kind." "

Ferenze shook his head with an embarrassed expression, and stopped the furious Ronan: "Don't do this, he's just joking. "

"It's not better. Leon took out a 7.62mm bullet, loaded it into the chamber of the M1 carbine, and then defiantly said.

"Well, I'd like to see what the hell this is. Ronan kept a straight face, and then took the lead out of the tent, Leon followed closely behind Ronan, and Ferenze was helpless to accompany Leon, for fear that Ronan would suddenly turn around and make a horse kick towards Leon.

"How do you want to compare, a target or a living thing?"

Ronan asked as he arrived at the training ground where the centaurs were training their foals to use bows and arrows, and looked at the logs full of arrows fifty meters away.

"Whatever, I can do it. Leon pouted, is Fifty Meters looking down on his M1 carbine, although this game is an old antique produced in the 40s, but it also has an effective range of two hundred meters.

"Then shoot first, how about this distance? That's the maximum range of the foals. Ronan asked, pointing to a log less than thirty meters away from them.

"No, what is your effective attack range?" Leon asked rhetorically, shaking his head.

"Me, about 16 to 220 meters. Ronan replied proudly.

"Then two hundred meters. Hearing this, Leon had a headache, there is something about the longbow used by these centaurs, they can actually cross two hundred meters, but they don't know how accurate it is.

"Are you sure?" Ronan almost didn't laugh when he heard that Leon actually want to use that strange stick to compare himself to a fixed target of two hundred meters.

"Nonsense, fight or not? If you don't fight, you'll admit defeat. Leon rolled his eyes, always feeling that he was chatting with a supporting character who was destined to be slapped in the face by the protagonist in various online articles, he was here to do business, not to pretend to be slapped in the face, he was not so idle.

"Well, I'd like to see what your stick is for. Ronan was amused by Leon's words, and immediately shouted as he called out to a few centaurs who had come to see the excitement.

"Move the target two hundred meters away, and I'm going to compete with this wizard in archery. "

"Oh?!"

The onlookers looked at Leon in amazement, after all, who among the centaurs didn't know that Ronan was a famous marksman, a wizard actually shot arrows with Ronan, with what, the strange wand in his hand?

"You don't know how to use magic, do you?" said Ronan as the horses began to carry the target.

"There's no need. "Leon adjusted the M1 carbine in his hand, with a relaxed face, only two hundred meters, and the scope was not needed.

Haha, I know there's a delay in the comments, so I dare to say that I guessed the ten more, but I don't know if you guessed it, so I'm more energized today.