Food Reserves on the Dragon's Back

"You didn't die!" Carlisle looked at Sarannar in shock and said, "Gods, how did you do it!"

"Mages have their own methods. As an employer, you seem to be too curious, Mr. Carlisle." Salanar held his wound, and his voice was still weak.

"I don't mean to offend... I'm just worried about you." Carlisle scratched his hair uncomfortably.

"Then, thank you for your concern. Let's go back, otherwise other people should worry." Salanar said and held out his hand to Silas.

Silas didn't know whether Salanar was putting on an air in front of outsiders, or if he was really weak and needed him to hug him. He didn't care anymore. He bent down neatly to pick up Salanar, and followed Carlisle back to the caravan.

The people in the caravan were surprised that Sarannar was injured so badly, and he came back alive after walking around in the woods. "Two words are enough to explain all incredible phenomena.

They unloaded part of the cargo on the carriage, freeing up a large space for Sarannar to lie on the carriage, and carefully rushed towards the not-too-distant Two Rivers City.

That night, they lived in an abandoned village.

There should have been more than a dozen households in the village, and there were even crops in the nearby farmland that hadn't grown in time, but now people have gone to the house and the house is empty.

Since the defense line to the south of Andorcia was breached, it has become very common for entire villages to flee like this. Some relatively large cities can still see hope of holding on under the protection of city walls and ballistas. The village was basically defenseless under the plunder of the orcs, and the villagers could only leave their homes and migrate northward or move into the city to seek shelter.

They lived in some of the most decent houses in the village, and tried not to damage the owner's things as much as possible, although the owner of the house probably would never have a chance to come back.

Sarannar was placed in one of the most spacious rooms, occupying the only bed in the room.

He was asleep along the way, and he slept without any movement. Carlisle asked again about Sarannar's injury, but this time the focus of attention was whether there were any Sarannar injured like this. Probably continuing to protect their safety, after being glared at by Silas, Carlisle went out a little embarrassed to prepare dinner.

After he left, Saranar sat up from the bed, picked up the kettle as if wanting to drink some water, but accidentally knocked over the kettle.

Silas picked up the kettle and looked at Sarannar worriedly: "What's the matter, are you really okay? You look... very bad."

"The situation is much more serious than imagined. This body is too damaged, and the coordination of movements is completely gone." Salanal sighed, "But don't worry, my life is not in danger."

He paused, then said, "At least not yet."

"Don't talk half and leave half." Silas said dissatisfiedly, "I don't know much about your magic and transfiguration, just tell me the truth, so that I can be mentally prepared."

"The actual situation is that before this body is repaired, it is impossible for me to deform again, and there are also problems with the coordination of the body. If I start to fight with people now, I am afraid I will not be able to play much role. And once in During this period, my body was completely destroyed, and my soul will be lost in another world forever, and it is impossible to change back."

The more Silas heard it, the more solemn his face became: "That is to say, from now on, I will hide you no matter what, and you must never fight with others again, right?"

"I'm afraid it's out of our hands." Sarannar sighed.

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm not sure yet. Call Papa Miles first. I need to talk to him."

"...Okay." Silas temporarily suppressed what he had been wanting to say to Sarannar since he was injured, got up and went out to call for someone, and took the kettle to fetch water again.

While Silas was holding the water bottle to feed Sarannar, Papa Miles came in. After the fright of last night and the whole day of running around, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have become more obvious. He also looked a little tired and hesitant: "Mr. Sarel, it is very gratifying to see that you are safe."

"All right? I'm afraid you can't say that." Sarannar said, "I'm seriously injured, and I don't even know what kind of danger I may face next, which makes me feel very bad."

Father Miles was silent, as if hesitating.

"As an employer, it is not necessary to tell the mercenary all about his family background, but if the information closely related to the mission cannot be honestly disclosed, it is very necessary for us to re-examine this employment relationship." Saranar couldn't bear it. He said to Papa Miles in a suspicious "discussion" tone, "At least you should tell us why the orcs are so persistent in looking for you, they are attacking and surrounding you at night, chasing you so persistently, and you must Grabbing a living, this is not like the style of the orcs at all."

Papa Miles hesitated for a while before saying, "Well...can I talk to you alone?"

Silas was about to get up and go out when he heard the words, but Salanar said: "Silas is not an outsider, he knows everything I can know."

Silas looked at Saranal in surprise, and Saranal gave him a smile, beckoning him to sit down and listen.

"Okay, Sir Sarel, if this is what you want." Papa Miles backed down, he pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed, "You all know that now most people should We all know that the Great Chief of the Orcs has a very respected human military adviser. He planned the last conspiracy that happened on the top of the dragon. In the end, the dragons and humans turned against each other, and humans completely lost the ability to fight in the air. Alas... …It’s really embarrassing.”

"What does this have to do with us being attacked?" Sarannar asked.

"Forgive me, it's easy for people to talk when they get old." Myers said, "What I want to talk about is this human traitor and orc's military advisor. Recently, he made a suggestion to the chief to capture the human The craftsmen went back to work for the orcs. Since then, small groups of orcs have often come out to move around. They not only plundered money and destroyed villages, causing panic throughout Andorcia, but also hunted down human craftsmen everywhere. Their eyes, ears and spies were everywhere. That’s right, whether it’s blacksmiths, carpenters, tailors, jewelers, or shipwrights, as long as they have some skills that orcs don’t know, they will all be hard to escape.”

"So, the orcs are also advancing with the times." Sarannar said, "But you can see that they are traders, not craftsmen. Although the brains of orcs are not as smart as humans, they still can't even tell the difference. clear."

"To tell you the truth, my son is actually a businessman, and I am a craftsman who has been on their arrest list for a long time, and two of them are my apprentices." Father Miles sighed and said, "I Originally, I thought it would be safer to pretend to be a merchant, at least there would be no special attacks against me. If I was lucky, I would be able to go to Silver Stream City. If I was not lucky, I would be robbed at worst. Be a slave."

"This still doesn't make sense. Why did the orcs dispatch so many troops for a single craftsman and make them spend so much trouble? You must not be an ordinary craftsman."

"Yes, the ability of the orcs to grasp information is really shocking." Father Miles took out a stack of parchment from his body and unfolded it. "I think they must have come here for this."

Silas, who had been silent all this time, also leaned over to look curiously. What Father Miles was holding seemed to be a blueprint, and what was drawn on it seemed to be a combination of a wooden box and a ballista. The body was different from any ballista he had ever seen.

"This is the blueprint of the scattered crossbow." Father Miles said proudly, "For now, the ballista made by humans is fully capable of piercing the body of the giant eagle, but the giant eagle flies very fast. It is fast and flexible, and it is usually difficult to hit. But with this Scattering Flower Crossbow, it is different. It can fire ten bolts at a time. A net-shaped attack area with a diameter of more than five meters, as long as it is roughly aimed at the flying direction of the giant eagle, once fired, it is impossible for the giant eagle to dodge. If more than ten or twenty of these ballistas fire together, the ballista bolts in the sky will It will be as dense as rain, no matter how many Giant Eagle Knights come, it will be a dead end."

"It's kind of interesting." Sarannar said, "Such weapons are just a solution to the urgent needs of human beings today, but they don't seem to have attracted much attention."

"Because it's just a conceptual drawing, and it hasn't been successfully tested once." Father Miles sighed, "Building this kind of ballista will definitely require a lot of manpower, materials and time, and it will need to be modified repeatedly. And adjustments can finally be used in actual combat. We tried to make it in the border fortress, but we only made a prototype, and the fortress was breached. It has also fallen. Now we are going to take this blueprint to Twin River City. The orc army is still entangled with the garrison in other places. It will take at least a few months to hit Twin River City. I originally thought It means that we can at least have a chance to make a few to try the effect this time, but we didn’t expect that the orcs would know the news.”

"King Heather should really have sent heavy troops to protect you. Even if it's just a picture, people shouldn't doubt your talent, after all, you have had successful works before." Salanar scratched the sheepskin with his finger On the surface of the paper, "With such a familiar drawing method, the Dragon Slaying Crossbow should be designed by you."

"I didn't expect a mage to be so well-informed. That's right, that was my most successful and most failed design." Myers said with a heavy heart, "When the king ordered me to make weapons against dragons, I followed suit. Yes, a pure craftsman has no say in this aspect, and I really never thought that this design would cause such serious consequences. Alas... If everything is stable, His Majesty the King will listen to me I advise you to put your financial resources and energy into making this kind of crossbow instead of making a dragon-slaying crossbow, maybe everything will not be like it is now."