The Last Alchemist

"Line up!"

"preparation!"

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang bang~~"

Suddenly there was a sound like fried beans exploding by the Bishui River, a faint puff of green smoke floated up, and a thick smell of gunpowder smoke wafted in the air.

This is Nerogard's musketeer recruits undergoing shooting training.

At the edge of the training ground, Annie and the undead Lekwen watched from a distance. Anne looked calm and had long been accustomed to this scene, but Lakwen opened his mouth in shock, his face full of shock.

When another round of shooting ended, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked: "Captain, how far can your musket shoot?"

He saw that the target on the training ground was placed more than 100 meters away. Not only was it possible to aim at such a long distance, the power of the bullets was even more amazing. It was much better than the muskets used by wizard hunters. .

Anne smiled faintly, raised her hand, and stretched out four fingers.

Lakwen's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he stammered: "Four or four hundred meters?"

Annie shook her head: "No, the longest distance is more than four thousand meters!"

"Oh, God, this is not true!" Lakwen felt that Annie was lying and trying to scare him.

Anne didn't explain. She walked to the weapons quartermaster nearby, took a musket from the musket rack next to him, and then fired at Lakwen.

Wave: "Follow me."

Lakwen hurriedly followed.

Annie trotted towards the Bishui River. When she reached the wide Bishui River, she stopped, pointed to the wide river and said, "Bishui

The river is about 600 meters wide. This section of the river happens to be straight and the water flow is gentle. I shot down the river and continued for 5 kilometers. It was all flat water, right? "

"Yeah~~~right." Lakwen nodded.

"If something falls on the water, it will definitely cause splashes. With your eyesight, you should be able to see it clearly, right?" Annie asked again.

"Although there is some fog, you can roughly see clearly." Lakwen nodded again.

"Then take a look."

Anne raised the musket, maintaining a 40-degree angle between the barrel and the ground level, and then fired continuously!

"Bang!"

"Crack!" The bullet was loaded again.

"Bang!" Shot again.

"Click!" Load the gun again.

He loaded the gun five times and fired five shots!

After the fight, Anne put down her musket and remained motionless.

Lakwen immediately turned his head and looked towards the river. He looked at it for five or six seconds, but he didn't see any splash at all. He wondered: "I didn't see any splash."

Annie smiled slightly and said calmly: "Don't worry, let the bullet fly for a while."

Lakwen was so confused after hearing this that he could only squint his eyes and stare at the river in the distance. More than 20 seconds passed, but there was still no splash.

Appear.

After another ten seconds, Annie suddenly said: "The wind is blowing from the south today. The bullet will go north and the impact point will be north. So you are looking in the wrong direction."

Lakevin immediately adjusted his direction, but still found nothing.

About half a minute later, Annie suddenly said: "Pay attention, the bullets are about to fall!"

Lakwen perked up and stared.

Three or four seconds later, he clearly saw water splashes appearing one after another on the river surface about four thousand meters away, no more, no less, exactly five!

"My god, he can really hit this far! No wonder it's so powerful!" Lakwen's mentality was a little broken and he couldn't help but murmured: "With such powerful muskets, swords, and even bows and arrows, there is still a need to exist. If someone shoots at me from a distance, won’t I be killed without realizing it? Will all my years of practicing swordsmanship be in vain?”

For a moment, Lakwen was filled with confusion and felt that the world had become extremely strange, and the strangeness made him feel scared.

Anne could completely understand his mood. When Rosen concealed the longest range of this long-handled musket in front of her, she was also severely shocked. She now clearly remembers what Rosen said at that time. At this time, she He relayed this sentence to Lakwen: "Young man, the era of swords has passed. If you don't follow the transformation, even the undead will be reduced to the dust of history."

Lakwen stood by the river in a daze. For a long time, he sighed: "Captain, I'm sorry for being rude, but this doesn't sound like what you said."

Anne didn't take it seriously: "Of course it wasn't me who said it, it was Master Rosen who said it. He also invented the musket. In my eyes, he is an unparalleled wise man."

Lakwen's mood recovered a little, and he nodded in agreement: "Captain, you are absolutely right. Before, I was worried about the threat of the Fire Cult, but now it seems that those Fire Worshipers are just a group of clowns. They The muskets used are far less powerful."

Annie shook her head: "No, no, no, your worries are justified."

"Why? We have such an artifact, why should we still be afraid of those clowns?" Lakevin didn't understand.

Anne smiled and said: "Although our muskets are powerful, the number of warriors is still too small. The current Nerogard is just a seedling that has just broken through the ground, while the Flame God Cult is a big tree that has been growing for many years, and its influence spreads all over the world. Continent. If the Flame God Cult attacks with all its strength, we may not be able to stop it."

"What should we do?!" Lakwen asked anxiously. This time, his anxiety was genuine, and he was truly worried about the fate of Nerogard.

The reason for this is, on the one hand, because the leader of Nirogard is also an undead and his own race. If Nirogard succeeds in growing, he can also live a good life. On the other hand, the Flame God Cult is hunting down monsters and strangers everywhere. If the Flame God Cult really defeats Nerogard, then he will continue to live in hiding from XZ. This would be too tragic.

In short, although he had only arrived in Nerogard not long ago, Lakwen had already deeply felt that his and Nerogard's fates were already connected, and this was his destination.

Anne seemed to be waiting for his words. She smiled and said: "You are an undead. Compared with other warriors, you have unique advantages in fighting alone. Master Rosen asked me to train you, and I will naturally try my best to help you master it." Skills in using muskets. However, I am not going to let you become an ordinary musketeer. I intend to help you become a scout and an assassin as soon as possible."

Lakwen's eyes lit up: "Scouts and assassins. I'm very experienced in this matter."

He spent many years hiding near the free city of Berkeley, playing hide and seek with wizard hunters every day.

Annie smiled and said: "I have prepared some special weapons for you. Come with me."

She turned around and walked back to the training ground, followed closely by Lekwen.

Back near the training ground, Anne waved to the quartermaster and whispered a few words to him. The quartermaster trotted away. About five or six minutes later, he ran back panting and holding more food in his hand. A small wooden box half a meter long and wide.

Annie took the wooden box and handed it to Lakwen: "Open it and take a look."

With excitement in his heart, Lakwen carefully unscrewed the button of the wooden box, opened the lid, and saw two strange short-barreled muskets inside. The two muskets are one large and one small. The barrel of the larger one is two centimeters thick, which is more than twice as thick as the barrel of a rifle used by ordinary musketeers. The smaller one was only as big as a palm, and the barrel was quite thick, but it was less than half the size of a large gun.

Although these two weapons have different shapes, they are both very delicate. The surface of the two weapons is steel gray, looks very thick and deep, and is full of an indescribable sense of power.

When he saw these two weapons for the first time, Lakwen held his breath.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the two weapons gently, feeling cold and smooth to the touch. With his keen sense of touch, he could not feel any flaws!

In terms of craftsmanship, all the weapons he had used before were useless rubbish, and the sword he had used the longest and most conveniently became a scrap full of defects!

"Oh~ perfect!" Lakwen's face was filled with intoxication, as if he had seen a golden mountain.

Annie was not surprised at all. In fact, she had a similar feeling every time she saw the weapons made by Rosen. She smiled and said: "These two muskets were made by Master Rosen himself, so they are naturally perfect."

Lakwen nodded excitedly and said, "Captain, please teach me how to use them!"

He couldn't wait to experience the power of these two muskets.

Anne smiled faintly: "Of course. In fact, you have to work very hard because you only have less than 2 days to study!"

"Only 2 days? Why?" Lakwen was startled.

Anne solemnly said: "Because tomorrow night, Master Rosen will give a lecture on creating thunder and lightning in the west square of the city. By then, the situation in the square will definitely be very complicated. As far as I know, the wizard hunters of the Flame God Cult will also come. Join in the fun. I don’t want these hyenas to cause trouble.”

However, Lakwen's attention was immediately attracted by the content of the speech: "Creating thunder and lightning? Did I hear it wrong? Isn't thunder and lightning a weapon of the gods? How can a mortal create it?"

"No, you heard it right. But that's not what you should focus on, you should focus on your mission!" Annie was a little unhappy.

Lakwen hurriedly assured: "Don't worry, captain, I'm very familiar with wizard hunters. Even though I'm halfway across the city, I can smell the stench emanating from them!"

"Very good, I appreciate your confidence very much. Time is running out, start training now!"

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