Elemental War Field

Ossirian stared at the robot intently until after four magic hours, the rhythm of the machinery and the light of magic slowly subsided, and the light at the ends of the four maintenance robotic arms quietly extinguished and retracted into his body.

The fixed mechanical arm puts the battle armor on the workbench, and retracts into the body while rotating.

"Dip, the repair is complete, the repair actually took four magic hours!"

"Remaining reserve energy, 93.5%."

The robot's magical fluctuations slowly subsided, Ossirian stretched out his hand to take the armor in his hand, and carefully input his grudge into the armor, and the golden light suddenly bloomed.

"Really fixed!" Ossirian looked at the armor in his hand in disbelief.

This kind of robot that can automatically repair equipment is simply an artifact in his eyes. Even the No. 1 Alchemy Lab does not have such a magical item.

Soldiers on the front line are badly prepared due to frequent battles, which greatly affects the combat effectiveness of the soldiers. Because of the scarcity of alchemists, the free maintenance of the legion will always need to line up. For most soldiers, exchange for a good one. Equipment requires a lot of merit, and there are only a few that can be armed from head to toe like Rose.

Many soldiers have not been able to wait until the equipment is repaired, so they have to reluctantly go to the next battle. On the battlefield, the slight gap in the battlefield needs to be filled with life, and many soldiers have therefore lain forever on the ground.

"How many such robots do you have, we want them all!" Ossirian said excitedly.

"I have ten of these robots. I believe it should be enough to meet the needs of the legion." Ross said.

"Ten of our army is enough." Ossirian gently put the maintenance robot down, but his eyes could not be removed from it.

"Other legions also need it. What materials do you need, even if you tell me, even if I emptied the material library of Alchemy Lab No. 1, I will find it for you."

Rose shook his head, "This is not a matter of materials. These robots need me to maintain them with secret techniques. I can only maintain ten robots at the same time. This is the limit of my current ability."

Ossirian's expression was slightly disappointed.

"Then, can you..."

"No!"

Without waiting for Ossirian to finish, Rose, who guessed what he was going to say, interrupted him directly.

"Your Excellency Chief of the Legion, you know how precious this kind of alchemy equipment is. It is my painstaking effort. I am willing to provide it to the Legion. It is already my limit. I cannot give the blueprint to other people. The drawings need secret methods to maintain, and even if they get them, they won’t be able to make them.”

As a special blueprint, the battlefield maintenance robot cannot be passed on at all, and even if Rose is willing, he cannot pass it on to others.

Ossirian sighed and swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach.

"All the ten robot armies are needed. Whatever you need, the merits or equipment and spell models are fine."

"I am willing to give all these ten robots to the Legion for free." Rose said.

Free is the most expensive! Ross knows the truth well, but at this moment, his harvest target has changed from the player to the legion.

"Free?" Ossirian smiled, apparently realizing that Ross was only half of what he said, and then said: "What conditions do you want, just say it, as long as it is not excessive, I can approve."

Ross did not hide his purpose, and said directly: "I can avoid providing robots. If they are damaged, I can also avoid replacing them. I only have one request. These robots are undergoing battlefield repairs. I hope that they can be calculated like an alchemist. Meritorious value."

Although it took a whole month for this battlefield repair, the harvest was quite rich. In addition to the 54,000 merit points obtained in the battle, the battlefield repair also received a full 20,000 merit points, which will take all the merit points he squandered before. Make up for it back.

The battlefield maintenance robot belongs to a special blueprint creation. This kind of alchemical creation has a special attribute, that is, it cannot be copied. This is the confidence that Rose dares to show such conditions.

Ross can completely predict that the advent of battlefield maintenance robots will definitely attract the attention of many people. Whether it is Alchemy Lab No. 1, or other legions, or even other fortresses, they will notice this brand new alchemy machine, and they will definitely find a way. To copy the alchemy robot, when they get the robot, they will find that once they try to dismantle the robot, it will trigger a self-destruct program inside the robot, destroying all the magic units, and want to use a little debris to reverse the complete robot. Drawings, the difficulty completely exceeds to build a complete war behemoth.

The fact that the battlefield maintenance robot cannot be replicated is not completely unbreakable, but at least it is possible for an alchemist of the golden rank.

As long as the alchemy robot is not destroyed by external forces, even if the energy is exhausted, it can be reused by replacing the magic crystal. For Ross, these are ten supply points that can continuously and stably produce meritorious services.

Ossirian only thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

"The materials for the maintenance robots ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can be provided by the Corps. If there is no problem with the follow-up maintenance of the maintenance robots at the forward base, each maintenance robot will be worth 1,000 merits per month."

Rose shook, "1000 merits a month is too little. I have 2000 points for a battlefield repair. A month is equivalent to at least four battlefield repairs. The battlefield repair robot is completely comparable to an alchemist based in a permanent advancing base."

Rose stretched out three fingers, "Three thousand merits a month, this is the price of friendship!"

Ossirian looked at Rose with a smile, "Three thousand merits a month, ten maintenance robots are worth 360,000 merits a year, less than three years, it is a high-level warlord."

"In three years, how about my position as the commander of the corps?"

Old Rose blushed and coughed dryly: "It's almost a bit faster, but your asking price is too low, add a little more."

"One thousand points of merit, ten years later, he will also be a high-level warlord. This price cannot be increased." Ossirian refused Ross' bargaining.

"I will give you a special contribution quota. You can redeem items with merit, and you can give you a 20% discount."

Rose nodded reluctantly. The 1,000 points of merit has actually reached his expectation. The bargaining is just trying to gain a little more profit. The last 20% discount is already a surprise.

It is impossible for an ordinary soldier to touch a high-level warlord in his lifetime, even if it is a silver rank. Only the title-level strong can have a glimmer of hope to reach the height of a high-level warlord. Even so, the entire Fortress of Hope is only nine. Commander of the legion.

And Rose only relied on a battlefield maintenance robot to accumulate a high-level warlord in ten years, which is enough to make people enviable.

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