vrcanaries Chapter 260 The Traditional Methods of the Moon Elves
Chapter 260 The Traditional Methods of the Moon Elves
Ivan's method of converting the value of magic metals is a little different from that of others.
According to the previous results, twenty artillery shells can kill five hundred half-dragons. The mortar shells that Alvin made before were lightweight shells weighing 1.33 kilograms.
In other words, one pound of fine gold plus eleven pounds of rare steel is worth the same as one hundred half-dragons.
Because rare steel does not have the magic-breaking effect, it is just hard in texture, so more weight is consumed.
The pure gold only needs to be plated with a thin layer to cover the broken pieces;
Rare steel is the main component of the structure, and even many fragments are rare steel fragments, so the consumption is naturally high.
At this point, these six pounds of orichalcum—assuming it has the same enchantment as adamantium—
Even if all of it was used to make cannonballs and gun barrels without using any mountain copper, it would at most be equivalent to the lives of six hundred half-dragons.
Alvin didn't know how many "countless" the human girl saw meant, but it was probably no less than six hundred.
Not to mention some extremely fast flying species.
Alvin doesn't think the mortar can deal with these things.
Just as Ivan was looking at the map with a frown on his face, a halfling warrior walked up to Annie and whispered something to her.
"Lord Alvin, I think you need to take a look at this..."
After a while, Annie walked up to Ivan and handed him a note.
"In the direction of Huiyao City... five hundred professional soldiers and one hundred church priests are heading towards Nield?"
After looking at the contents on the note, Ivan's brows did not relax.
"But the opponents we face cannot be dealt with by the same number of soldiers..."
Leia, who was standing by, also came over and said to Ivan, who was obviously looking discouraged.
"Last time, a thousand half-dragons repelled 20,000 dwarf infantry—
Although I did not participate in that battle, I have heard about how to deal with those half-dragons in the White Tower, boy Alvin.
If your secret weapon isn’t around, let’s try it the old-fashioned way.”
"The traditional way?"
The short half-elf poked his little head out from the side.
"Teacher Licking Dog, when my sister and I first arrived at the Gray Haze Forest, we once fought against the remnants of the half-dragons together with Bol.
It often takes hundreds of spell attacks to break their shield.
Is the traditional method you mentioned a better method used by the moon elves?"
"Dwarf! You have been completely led astray by Ivan!
But what you said is pretty much right. We moon elves call this method a saturation spell attack..."
"But, Mr. Leia, we Nields don't have as many spellcasters as the elves!
Not to mention the spellcasters, the total number of all the professionals in Nield is less than 100!"
The paladin in maid outfit looked at the tall and thin elf in front of him with great distress.
In response to this question, Kolea simply raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.
"Neild has a group of incredible spellcasters now, doesn't he?"
He looked out the window, and the small building built above the drone control center appeared right in the center of his vision.
……
"Quick! Quick! Faster!
Lord Alvin and our flying squadron need more crystals!"
The intricate mine tunnels under Nield were filled with miners shouting slogans and digging with all their might.
Since labor protection masks were distributed earlier to prevent the terrible "coughing disease", a number of short half-man appeared among the miners.
Inspired by the Nield Lift, miners now carry a large four-wheeled bucket truck in their team.
Although there is not enough time to build the railway tracks, the transportation efficiency is much higher than before.
"Uncle Walton, what does a half-dragon look like?"
A younger human miner was swinging his pickaxe vigorously while chatting with his sturdy companion beside him.
This middle-aged human called Walton, like all miners who have stayed underground for a long time, has fair but rough skin.
He was looking at a rock carefully.
"Half-dragon... I only heard about it from the dwarves who escaped from the North.
Those guys are eight or nine feet tall, with big lizard-like heads and mouths full of sharp teeth—"
"Oh yes! It is said that it has wings and can fly like a real dragon!"
A halfling not far away heard the conversation between the two and joined in very familiarly.
The mask on his face was a little too big, so he tied up part of it with a thin rope so that the rest of the mask could fit his face completely.
Because halflings have limited natural strength, this new member of the mining team is using his [Low-Light Vision] to pick up some valuable rubble from the ground.
"I had a cousin who worked as a handyman in the Northern Dwarfs' escape team.
He said that the more those half-dragons look like dragons, the more powerful they are.
Not only can it fly, it can also spit out flames!"
"That's really incredible!"
A strange image appeared in the young miner's mind. It was half a body taller than him, had wings, and flames came out of the corners of its mouth. He couldn't help but shudder.
"I don't know if Lord Ivan and Miss Annie can fight against these terrible monsters..."
"Don't let your imagination run wild, kid."
The middle-aged miner finally observed the stone and gently tapped the surrounding rocks with his pickaxe.
"If the half-dragons come and attack us, and we don't have enough crystals, all of Nield will be doomed..."
As he spoke, he knocked off the last piece of dark rock, revealing something crystal clear in the middle.
"Another crystal!
Uncle Walton, you are really amazing! "
The middle-aged miner waved his hand, carefully placed the fist-sized crystal into the truck bed behind him, and continued searching for the next target.
"Don't waste your energy, kid.
Let's search for more while we have time, our pilots are waiting for our crystals!"
……
At the same time, in Sir Revo's noble house, the moon elf wizard Leia was giving an emergency spell lesson to the half-baked druid Ivan.
“I really don’t understand, but you learned a second-level arcane spell by just looking at a magic scroll in the Elf Courtyard Research Institute;
Now I have explained everything to you from the principles of spells to the spell models, but you haven’t learned it after studying for a long time!
Boy! This is the Burning Hand! One ring! Just one ring! "
After all, Leia is not a professional teacher, so she tends to get impatient when facing a stubborn student like Ivan.
"No, you old licker, why do you insist on me learning these spells now?
It would be better to build a few more drones and select a few more pilots..."
Yawning, Alvin looked at the anxious bootlicker mage jumping up and down with a bit of boredom.
"You kid! Can you use your brain to think about it more?
If you can learn more offensive spells, then the types of spells in [Flying Eye] will be richer, and it will be easier to perform compound spellcasting tactics among the enemy groups! "
Leia was indeed a little furious now.
Fortunately, Frey is a genius girl, otherwise her Lati would definitely not be as gentle as she is now.