I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 340: Huiyao City's Armament Expansion

"I'm afraid... you'll have to wait for a while..."

Annie pulled out her booklet and tried to calculate the current production speed.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Before you say anything, Lord Xiuman has already increased the order to 100 units..."

The halfling maid glanced at Daryl behind her, and he raised five fingers.

After hesitating for a while, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he added another one with his other hand.

"According to Neild's current production schedule, you will need to wait half a year."

In fact, Annie knew very well that according to the current production capacity of the Neild Military Factory, an average of one [Flying Eye] drone could be produced every day.

But before Lord Alvin left, he specifically asked Daryl to add the [Fortress] drone to the production sequence.

Therefore, even if Daryl led all the craftsmen to work at full capacity, it would be very difficult to complete Shuman's order for 100 units.

But Nordman clearly doesn't care much about the story behind this.

He tilted his head and looked at Xiuman with interest.

"Lord City Lord, what do you need so many flying weapons for?"

The old man with a white beard did not try to hide the corners of his mouth - after all, it was blocked by his beard and no one could see it.

"Are you planning to go to war with someone?"

"Lord Nordman, you worry too much."

Xiuman took the black tea that Isa handed to him and took a sip with great satisfaction.

“The area that Huiyao City needs to defend is very large.

In addition to the city area, the farmlands from Nield to the north need additional defense.

One hundred more of these flying weapons wouldn't be too many...

Besides, haven’t we already started a war? With those half-dragons from another world.”

……

With an automatically extending rope tied around their waists, Alvin and Kong'er followed Nimia and soon arrived at the underground world of Breath of the Moon Sea.

The young man from Blue Star, who had just been marveling at the endless stream of pranks in the magical world, was immediately attracted by the scene before him.

The deep underground cave was not as dark as Alvin had imagined.

Several extremely thick stone pillars that connect from the top of the cave to the ground emit a dazzling halo in the darkness.

These halos not only make most of the underground bright, but also have a special rhythm, flashing one after another like the heartbeat of a giant animal.

The ground, which was supposed to be uneven and full of stone thorns, had obviously been carefully leveled and covered with a layer of what seemed to be some kind of fine sand.

Although it was not as smooth as a mirror, it was almost the same as the asphalt road in Ivan's memory from his previous life.

The busy scene underground was also something that Alvin had not expected.

A bunch of structures that looked like night markets were arranged under the glowing stone pillars, and they were all surrounded by dark elves.

As for the dark-skinned people who were even shorter than ordinary moon elves, apart from the spellcasters who looked obviously like Nimia, there were many strange designs such as hollow armor and tight leather pants.

If the stone pillars were not emitting a dark yellow light but instead projecting a fluorescent purple, this would be a completely cyberpunk-style underground city.

"Surprised, right? Every outsider who just entered the underground city has the same expression as you."

The dark elf Nimia took off his cloak, folded it into a very small square, and stuffed it into the pocket on his back.

It can be seen that the material of this cloak is much lighter than the heavy woolen cloth of the druid;

Judging from the appearance of other divine magicians in the cave, this is probably a piece of standard equipment made of special material.

Nimia took off her cloak and wore a complicated outfit whose style was hard to tell.

At least it's not the Moon Elves' style of soft lines and perfect axial symmetry.

The clothing tastes of these dark elves are somewhat similar to those of their city.

Simply put, practicality comes first, but on the basis of practicality, some personalized elements must be added.

So apart from the standard equipment used in battle, almost all dark elves' costumes have some different visual designs.

Mixed and confusing, this is the first word that comes to Alvin's mind.

“When we decided to build a city under the Moon Sea, we actually had no confidence.

Although the caves here are not as vast as those in the Underdark, their height... is really too high.

As a last resort, we found the six largest stone pillars, and with the help of Lady Eilistraee, we transformed them into magical facilities like the glowing stalagmites in Mozoberranzan."

Following the direction of Nemia's finger, Alvin and Kong'er looked at the large lamp poles distributed in different locations in the city.

“Although these stone pillars are large in size, we still allow them to emit different colors of light at different times, just like luminous stalagmites.

This was all thanks to Lady Eilistraee, who spared no expense to bring back stalagmite samples from Mozoberranzan;

It is said that the goddess even overdrew her own divine power for this..."

"So, in your opinion, Elise... I mean Elisetraee, is a kind and loving deity?"

Alvin looked at the prosperous scene in the city below. Most of the dark elves around the stalls had smiles on their faces.

Alvin had only seen this kind of scene at the druid station after the harvest of the experimental field.

"love?"

Nimia sensed a questioning tone in Ivan's words.

"Do not compare Lady Eilistraee to other false gods.

Don’t forget that apart from us, no other race’s main god will always stand with us.”

Without further dwelling on this issue, Nimia led the two of them to the middle of the dungeon.

Regardless, Awen is considered the human who reported the name of Mistress Eilistraee walking in the mortal world;

This meant that he and Lady Eilistraee had at least dealt with each other face to face.

Moreover, when he prayed to the moonlight, he did not receive any response to stop the other party from coming.

So, whether this handsome human and the stalk orc are enemies or friends, let Lady Eilistraee judge for herself.

……

Xiling was standing in the center of a huge palace.

In front of him was a wooden throne of astonishing size. Even the largest frost giant would probably only be able to use his head to support the armrests of the chair.

Lifelike sculptures are placed around the palace.

Xiling, who saw this, had already discovered the image of her mother in it.

"It was made based on your mother's appearance when she was young...

As for whether she has changed now - well, if she has, I'm too lazy to change it. "

This high elf, who looked young but had an old-fashioned tone and temperament, pointed at the statue of Eilistraee and said.

That was an image that had never appeared in Xiling's memory—a dark elf holding a one-handed sword and dancing in the moonlight.