Emperor of Arcane

"Kill!!!"

Carlos took the lead and charged in headlong.

He was no longer an elegant knight at this moment, but became a fierce warrior.

With strength and agility that exceeds that of ordinary orcs, Carlos can easily kill his opponents one by one even if he is surrounded by orc soldiers.

The soldiers who were following him also rushed forward in a swarm.

They followed the gap created by Carlos and quickly embedded themselves into the orcs' formation, gradually widening the gap.

There were many enemies, but these soldiers were not discouraged or afraid at all.

Instead, they showed ruthless and experienced fighting skills, cutting down each of the orcs who were taller and stronger than themselves.

Half an hour later.

After repelling the last wave of orc counterattacks, Carlos arranged for his soldiers to repair the fortifications. Looking at the devastated and magnificent city wall, he couldn't help but feel immense pain and resentment.

The Scarlet Fortress, which was built at a huge cost in the Eastern Province, was now mostly destroyed. How could this not make him feel heartbroken?

At this moment, the adjutant who had finished cleaning the battlefield rushed over with a surprised look on his face and said in a rather exciting tone:

"Let me tell you good news. Although 85 people were injured in this battle, no soldiers died."

"The blood-activating potion of the Gulf Territory is indeed very effective, and it is miraculous in restoring surface injuries."

Carlos, who had been depressed just now, woke up in time.

Now is not the time to relax and be disciplined!

He took the parchment and looked at it carefully.

He looked in disbelief at the soldiers who were bandaging their wounds to regain their strength.

Although several people were seriously injured, none were life-threatening.

This made Carlos feel very happy. At the same time, he immediately remembered something and said excitedly:

"Okay, the quality of these enchanted armors provided by the Gulf Territory is indeed quite good!"

Facing Carlos' satisfied expression, the adjutant next to him smiled bitterly and told him the fact that caught him off guard:

"Actually, these injured soldiers are still wearing the original enchanted armor..."

Carlos' expression immediately froze, and he looked at the injured soldiers in disbelief, and finally discovered that they were indeed wearing the standard armor of the Eighth Legion.

The adjutant spread his hands with a wry smile, a little bit of regret in his eyes, and said helplessly:

"We have too little enchanted armor left..."

Carlos watched silently as a soldier with a happy face was introducing the dent marks left on his chest to his comrades. He had to admit a fact:

These enchanted armors made by the Gulf Territory are even better than those produced by the Loken Mine Military Factory!

"But, is this impossible?"

"Even if the Seer family helps, it is impossible for the Gulf Territory to have such excellent manufacturing technology!"

"In other words, the Gulf Territory has really mastered the technology!"

Rubbing his eyebrows with some bitterness, Carlos looked at the various items produced in the Gulf Territory and said helplessly:

"We have to make another trip to the bay as soon as possible before those guys react!"

After hearing Carlos's words, the adjutant couldn't help but nodded repeatedly, thinking back to the orcs who swarmed on the battlefield before, and said:

"Yes, we must buy more things this time and spend more gold coins. It is always more cost-effective than the death or injury of soldiers..."

Who says it's not?

"Hiccup~, don't underestimate the enchanted equipment produced by the Gulf Territory. It definitely exceeds most equipment of the same level on the market."

Bronzebeard belched wine and continued to speak to the adventurers who were about to buy enchanted equipment:

"Every piece of enchanted equipment here has to go through 78 manufacturing processes, large and small, and a full 6 quality inspections before it is finally released to you."

“If everyone chooses the Gulf Territory, doesn’t that mean they choose peace of mind?”

"Everyone must know very well that we dwarves always like to brag, but we will never panic!"

"So, feel free to pay and contribute."

"If you don't have enough money, you can ask someone to borrow it."

"If your merits are not enough, then you can only work hard to complete the task."

As soon as he finished speaking, the adventurers burst into laughter.

Soon, another batch of enchanted equipment from the Gulf Territory became a benefit to adventurers.

Leon next to him smiled and nodded. Suddenly he remembered something, turned to old John next to him and asked:

"Where did Instructor Arnold go?"

Old John subconsciously prepared to touch his chest, but then changed his actions temporarily, touched his scruffy beard, and said with a smile:

"He chose to go into seclusion."

"In order to stay in the Professional Academy for a few more decades, Arnold is ready to try his best to see if he can break through and enter the extraordinary."

Seeing Leon's thoughtful expression, the smile on Old John's face became brighter.

"Silly boy, I didn't want to lie to you..."

"Knowing too much is not good for you now."

In the underground laboratory.

The surging magic power fluctuations replaced Matthew's previous spell-casting actions and were enchanting the joint parts of a six-armed golem.

Matthew, who was observing from the side, saw the casting process of the automatic production line.

It's programmed and a little dull, but its casting effect is very stable, almost eliminating the possibility of spell casting failure.

The only thing that can affect it is the pre-processing and material issues of the parts themselves.

Matthew, who had a thorough understanding of the structure of this part of the production line, turned around and left with satisfaction, returning to the operating area.

Arnold, who was being talked about by Leon, was standing in front of a transparent glass petri dish, carefully observing the death row prisoner lying in it.

When he saw that his skeleton was constantly expanding and his originally strong body became a little skinny, he couldn't help but marveled:

"Sure enough, if you want to gain the ability to change your destiny against the will of heaven, you must pay a corresponding price."

Matthew did not enlighten Arnold. He did not need to worry about the veteran's psychology. After collecting the data, he said to him firmly:

"This is the general content of the second surgery."

"Therefore, we have a very heavy task now. We must adapt to new capabilities as much as possible and continuously strengthen them."

The old instructor nodded expectantly, then turned and left, heading towards several other people who were exercising.

Matthew looked at the death row prisoner who had been supported, and nodded with satisfaction in his frightened eyes:

"You have done a good job. I hope you will continue to work hard and contribute more to the development of the Gulf Territory."

When the condemned prisoner, who was still recovering from his calamity, heard this, he couldn't take a breath and passed out directly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, can't you hold on to this? Your psychological quality still needs to be improved!"