"Mass production!" The queen didn't talk nonsense any more, just two words, this matter was qualitative. However, she is not a fool. The real difficulty of the thing just now is even if others have not seen it, but she sees it very clearly: "Robert, I have something to ask you."

Robb said: "What's the matter?"

The queen pointed to the cylinder on the ground: "Don’t think I don’t know. The thorium bomb is a very simple thing. The magic item maker here can easily make it. Everyone is shocked by the cost of the thorium shell. I paid attention to the Thorium bomb, but I didn't find that the really difficult thing to do was this cylinder. This thing uses the technology of the dwarf artillery, but it is only such a small tube. The technology here is the most important."

Robb was really convinced now. Everyone's eyes were chasing the thorium bomb. Only Miss Queen was so awake. The bomb has a fart. If it can't be thrown so far, it's an ordinary landmine. The mortar that can throw bombs so far is the true crystallization of science.

Robb said, "This cylinder comes from Westwind City..."

Before he finished speaking, the queen instantly ignored him and grabbed a crystal ball with a brush.

When Robb saw this, he quickly realized that the body of the lazy priest was just cut over, and he saw the crystal ball of communication on the stone table emitting a bright light.

A bit dumbfounded, but on the surface he had to pretend to be lazy and connected to the phone.

As soon as it was connected, the queen jumped up on the crystal side: "What a man!"

Robb said, "What are you doing? I vomit as soon as I get through, I have eaten your rice?"

The queen said angrily: "I finally understand why you want bat skins instead of thorium ore. It turns out that you have made up your mind to let me make thorium bombs by myself, and then you ask your students to bring this cylinder to I think that cheating me to buy your cylinder is really a poisonous way of defrauding money."

Robb: "Hey, you think too much."

"I didn't think too much." The Queen grieved Barra: "I am now in the city of Mondela. How can I not buy such a good weapon? Then you sit on the land and ask for the price and blackmail me severely, right? I just ask, how much does this cylinder cost?"

Robb spread his hands: "You can set the price yourself. Look at how much material the cylinder uses and how much gunpowder you need to use with it. Estimate the price yourself and report it. Save the abdomen of a gentleman. By the way, I would like to remind you that this thing needs a mortar, so it’s not called that cylinder."

"Huh? I set the price?" The queen was shocked: "Aren't you going to blackmail me severely?"

"Cut!" Robb said: "What's the use of knocking on you? You are out on the march, and you can't carry a lot of money with you. Your money is piled in that slum-like palace. Now you ask me to take charge of your capital. , If you want me to sit on your throne, that is to say, your money is now in my control. What am I still blackmailing you for money? Do I not know if I want to move?"

Queen:"……"

Well, it's justified and convincing.

She said in a suspicious tone: "So kind this time? You really didn't lie to me for money? Why?"

Robb sighed lightly, did not speak, and did not tell Miss Queen the reason.

But he knew the reason in his own heart. He has been in this world for four years!

When he first came, he regarded himself as a passer-by, an outsider, a person who had nothing to do with the world and could see the destruction of the world with a smile, and there would be no slight pain. Therefore, he could always keep himself out of the way and sit. Watching the war fought, he did not move.

But not anymore!

Four years of life allowed him to integrate into this world and make him a part of this world. He began to think about problems with the "Glan people" thinking. He had friends and cares in this world. He can no longer look at everything in this world with cold eyes, and the attack of the black dragon makes him see that his power is ultimately limited.

There is a threat like a black dragon, shouldn't human beings unite and try their best to knock it down and avoid the days of living in fear once in those four years? Why do humans have to fight in their nests under such circumstances?

He started to want to stop this boring war!

And to stop the war, there must be a victor. If you choose between Mondela and Miss Queen to be the victor, there is no choice at all.

Robb said: "Don't care too much about money, go to the fight, complete the reunification of the motherland as soon as possible, so that the people can live a good life. And I will send you mass-produced mortars immediately, of course it is not free. Yes, you have to pay the dwarf craftsmen. You have information about Westwind Town. You know what the market is for the wages here, so you can figure it out for yourself."

The queen was speechless for a while, and after several seconds, she sighed softly: "Are you finally willing to stand by my side?"

"Idiot." Robb said: "When you promise to help you take the road of light, isn't it considered to be on your side?"

The queen suddenly felt a bit sore on her nose...

However, she is very good at controlling emotions. Therefore, after a moment of soreness, she immediately recovered her usual expression and usual mental state. With a wave of her hand, she patted the crystal ball and hung up the phone.

Turning around, the black cloak revolved with the movement of her turning, as if a black flower had bloomed. She shouted to the ministers around her: "Vigorously excavate thorium ore, and let the craftsmen accompanying the army make a large number of thorium ore. If the silver bomb is not enough, the Manticore troops will immediately return to the City of Light to transport more craftsmen."

The queen continued: "By now, our army has a certainty of victory. From the 10th to the 20th, you will lead an undead army to move north of Mondela's lair and control the northern area of ​​the city. From the 20th to the On the 30th, you led an undead army to control the southern area of ​​the city. I personally led the main army to press outside the West City and leave the east to Mondela..."

Conte poked his head in the Tornado Cavaliers and asked weakly, "Why do you want to leave the west side? All surrounded and beaten to death, okay?"

All the generals laughed: "Go away, you new recruit knows what a fart."

"Hey!" Kangte exclaimed, "My opinion is correct. There is a problem with your style of play. Enclosing the enemy and annihilating them is the kingly way. Why do you want to leave a way for the enemy to escape? Your tactics It must be wrong. You can't stick to the wrong tactics just because I am a recruit."

The queen glanced at him and said, "Where did this guy come from? What are you talking about?"

Barry awkwardly said: "It's from Westwind City, Baron Noren's private...cough...nephew, the recruit has just joined the army, and I don't know how to fight, I'll take care of him."

When the queen heard the words Westwind City, she was stunned and sighed: "Forget it, don't blame him, the ghost man in Westwind City is indeed qualified to encircle the enemy and fight to death. It's just because we are not strong enough. There will be only one way out."