The Last Alchemist

Guard Jack held his right arm tightly with his left hand. Blood continuously overflowed from between his fingers and slipped onto the fingers of his right hand, dripping into the soil.

The baron's face was dark, and he strode over: "Jack, what happened? Tell me clearly!"

Jack fell on the dirt in front of the baron, gasping for breath: "Lord, Caopo Village. Hu~hu~ There are werewolves in Caopo Village. I saw more than a dozen of them. When we went there, the people in Caopo Village They were all killed, and the werewolves were eating the bodies.”

The baron's face became more and more gloomy: "Where are the others?"

"They're all dead! They're all killed!" Guard Jack's pupils were constricted and his breathing was rapid: "Those werewolves were very smart. They cut off our retreat. All the other brothers were...only I escaped by chance."

Jack was incoherent and lost his mind.

The baron looked at Jack's arm: "How did you hurt your hand?"

"Bitten by a werewolf."

Guard Jack let go of his left hand that was covering the wound, and saw that on his right upper arm, the leather armor was bitten to pieces, and the muscles were greatly reduced. Blood gushes out of the blood vessels rapidly, and bones can still be vaguely seen.

Suddenly seeing such a tragic injury, the Baron's eyelids jumped subconsciously, and then he waved to the guard on the side: "Go, go and call Watts."

Watts is the doctor in the town. He knows a few simple healing magics, is good at using herbal medicine, and is very good at treating trauma.

The guards took the order and left.

The baron continued to ask: "Have you seen Diaz?"

Jack nodded: "Yes, but it's far away and I didn't see it very clearly."

"explain."

"When we arrived, the houses in Caopo Village were already on fire and the situation was very chaotic. Then we went into the village to check, and I looked up and saw half

There were many people surrounding Diaz's house on the mountainside. Those people were all dressed in rags and looked like robbers. We're going to go check it out. The people on the mountain seemed to have seen us, and some were pointing at us. I also saw a couple of people go into the house and drag a guy out of the house. It was too far away for me to see clearly, but from the outline, it looked a lot like Diaz. "

The baron asked: "What then? What happened next?"

Jack shook his head with a pale face: "On the way there, we saw many mutilated corpses that had been chewed on the dirt road in the village. The smell of blood was very strong in the air, and then...then, the werewolves rushed out."

At this moment, Doctor Watts arrived. He checked the situation, immediately opened the medicine box and treated Jack's wound.

The severe pain made Jack almost faint.

After all the questions that needed to be asked, the baron waved his hand, and two guards came up and helped Jack down.

The werewolves and the robbers colluded together and had actually reached Caopo Village more than ten miles away. The situation became more and more serious, so severe that the baron felt fear in his heart.

'If the bandits really colluded with the werewolves, could Sunderland resist? ’

‘Damn Gandra, look at what you’ve done! ’

Baron Draco stood there in trance, sometimes looking worried, sometimes gritting his teeth.

Suddenly, a young man's voice came to his ear: "Uncle, the situation doesn't seem to be good."

Draco turned around and saw Rosen walking towards him, and less than half a meter behind Rosen, the female stalker with golden eyes followed closely.

He frowned slightly and waved his hand vigorously: "Rosen, you don't have to worry about these things. Just stay in my house with peace of mind. Even if there are more robbers, they can't break through my Sunderland!"

Rosen shook his head: "Of course it's impossible with bandits alone, but what about werewolves?"

He also heard what Jack said.

Draco let out a long sigh and gritted his teeth: "Even if there are werewolves, my guards can still block them! If you can't block them, you have to block them!"

These words were enough to reveal the uneasiness in the Baron's heart.

Rosen said: "Uncle, actually I can help."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Baron Draco: "No, you are too young and have not gone to the battlefield yet. I will never agree. If. If Sunderland really can't hold on, , I will open the secret passage and take you out of the town."

At the end of the sentence, the baron's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of being heard by the surrounding guards.

Rosen smiled bitterly. He found that Baron Draco had a very arbitrary character, always said the same thing, and didn't like to take suggestions: "Uncle."

Baron Draco only thought that Rosen had not been convinced yet, and he said angrily: "Do you know how my son died? He died in my arms! He was only 16 years old at that time, and he was so passionate that he went to the cemetery outside the town. Go kill ghouls to prove your bravery, Result. No matter the result, you are too young and do not have enough combat experience. You are very smart and have alchemy talent. You should not die on the battlefield like this. The most important thing you should do now is to stay in the baron's house. "

Anne finally couldn't listen anymore and said: "Lord, Rosen is not a warrior, but an alchemist. Of course he can't go to the battlefield to prove his bravery. When he can use some unique methods to help you solve your problems, just like him Can cure your illness, but your warriors cannot."

"Uh~" Draco was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he reluctantly turned to look at Rosen: "Is what she said true?"

Rosen nodded: "Of course. Uncle, if you can provide me with some support, then I can refine some powerful, easy-to-use weapons for you."

"Huge power?" Draco's heart suddenly moved: "Are you talking about the power of a giant crossbow or a trebuchet?"

He had participated in the Empire's Second Northern Expedition and witnessed trebuchets on the battlefield with his own eyes. When those ten-meter-high trebuchets threw hundreds of kilograms of boulders onto the opponent's city wall, smashing large swaths of dust and smoke on the city wall, Draco was shaken by the power of the machinery. Even though more than ten years had passed, he I can still clearly recall every detail of the trebuchet.

Rosen was a little stunned. He really didn't know how Baron Draco came up with the trebuchet. He could only explain: "No, no, no, the trebuchet is too complicated, the production cost is extremely high, and the accuracy is not enough. It is only suitable for big cities." Attack and defense. What I want to build are some small weapons."

Now is the age of cold weapons. The usual weapons are knives, swords, and crossbows. Trebuchets are already top-notch weapons, but for people who live in the age of hot weapons, they have a lot of new ways to defend the city.

Of course, the premise is to get the support of the Baron, otherwise the resources he can mobilize are too few and the role he can play will be very limited.

"Small and small? And powerful?" Draco was confused when he heard this. His imagination was really limited and he couldn't imagine how something small and small could be so powerful.

After thinking about it, he asked: "I heard that northerners like to use kerosene to attack their opponents. Is the weapon you just mentioned kerosene?"

Rosen nodded: "It's somewhat similar, but not exactly the same. It's more powerful and more violent."

What is the best thing to use in a war? Of course it's explosives, all kinds of explosives, until the opponent is stunned and torn apart.

Unexpectedly, Baron Draco immediately shook his head: "No, kerosene won't work. Sunderland is full of wooden houses. Kerosene is indeed very powerful, but it is too easy to cause accidental damage."

‘Uh~’ Rosen was stunned for a moment, but he didn’t consider this carefully. What the Baron said did make some sense, but as long as you use it carefully, you don’t have to worry about accidental injury.

Baron Draco thought he had convinced Rosen. He reached out and patted Rosen's shoulder gently, with a serious expression on his face: "Little guy, no need to say more, I know you want to help, and I also know you are very willing." Smart, but you have never experienced war, let alone understand war, but I am a veteran who experienced the second northern war! I believe uncle, my soldiers and I will fight to the death and never take a step back. ! I will do my best to defeat those bandits!"

When speaking, Baron Draco was impassioned and had a tragic look on his face. He seemed to be caught up in some kind of tragic hero's mood and couldn't extricate himself.

"." Rosen was still unwilling to give in and wanted to continue to persuade.

As a result, Baron Draco ignored him at all. He waved his fist heavily, raised his head high, and said with warm eyes: "I will let those despicable bandits have a taste of the veteran's fist!"

After that, he turned around and strode towards the weapons depot. As he walked, he shouted loudly to the busy guards and civilians: "Move! Move! Let us use our swords to tell those stupid robbers that they have chosen the wrong opponent!" "

Looking at Baron Draco who was inexplicably ignited with passion, Anne lowered her head and said to Rosen: "What a stubborn lord."

Rosen nodded helplessly: "Yes, he is brave, rough and generous, but impatient and stubborn. He does not accept any rebuttal."

Such a person is a good warrior, but it is difficult to be a good lord.

Anne asked: "What now?"

Rosen thought carefully: "Without the support of the Baron, my original plan would not work. However, with Sunderland's favorable terrain, the only real threats are those werewolves. Therefore, we only need to help the Baron deal with The werewolf is enough, and the werewolf is not particularly fast. In this case, Annie, I will improve the crossbow for you."

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