Lord God Investigator

"This weapon is called a rifle. The mage group has already learned the information about this weapon by extracting the memories of the gray dwarves. Those captured gray dwarves were very tough-mouthed. They couldn't pry anything out even after being tortured. They could only use the undead spirit. The spell extracted the memory, and the memory fragments are very vague. All I know is that Bradero escaped into the Underdark and recruited a group of underground races as minions. He invented this rifle."

Chief Mage Ditra said: "Unlike the previous rumors, it is not a wand, but a mechanical creation."

Flame Fist General Mortes fiddled with the rifle, pulled the bolt, pulled the trigger, and looked at the scope for a long time. The rifle without bullets was like an ordinary stick in his hand, nothing surprising.

"This weapon obviously has the magical effect of dissolving shields. It is much more powerful than a crossbow. It will also emit flames when used..."

The general said in confusion: "How can it be a mechanical creation?"

The knowledgeable mage smiled slightly, took the rifle from the general's hand, pulled the bolt, and loaded a bullet into the chamber.

The mage in robes raised his rifle, aimed at a wooden support pillar of the camp, and pulled the trigger. There was a thunderous sound, and the wooden stake as thick as the mouth of a bowl cracked and broke, and sawdust splattered.

"Mages also create constructs and mechanical creations."

The Archmage handed the gun back to General Flame Fist: "Strictly speaking, this rifle is divided into two parts-the gun and the bullet."

He took out a pointed bullet from the dimensional bag and showed it to General Flame Fist, and then said: "The bullet is an alchemy item. What gives the warhead great power is the explosive loaded inside."

General Flame Fist took the bullet and played with it in his palm. With his meager knowledge reserve, he still could not understand the basic principles of this weapon called a gun.

"In general, this is a long-range weapon with a simple structure, easy to operate, but powerful. Compared with it, bows and crossbows lag far behind. Even magic bows and enchanted crossbows worth thousands of gold can't compare. This gun."

The archmage pointed to the inscription on the muzzle of the gun: "Look here, this is an enchantment rune. At present, the mage group cannot deconstruct the working principle of the rune. It is the two lines of runes that give this weapon the magic-like effect of dissolving the shield. .”

Finally, the Archmage concluded: "This weapon combines mechanical, alchemical and magical technologies and is a very sophisticated long-range weapon."

General Flame Fist's face was gloomy, and he thought deeply: "A long-range weapon that can break armor, dissolve shields, and have a range of more than two thousand yards. If everyone in the defending mob of Ascaltra City holds such a weapon, the attackers will be able to defeat it." Many people will die in urban battles.”

"Don't worry." The chief mage smiled and said: "The scouts captured many mobs who escaped from Ascaltra. They cooperated with the interrogation and told all about the situation in the city without any punishment. Those mobs were in the hands of There are not many rifles, hundreds at most, and there seems to be no rifle with this kind of inscription on it."

General Flame Fist breathed a sigh of relief, but he found that Ditra's brows were furrowed, as if he was worried.

"Your Excellency Chief Mage, what are you worried about?"

"Thugs with guns are not worth worrying about. Creating this kind of weapon and using it to arm the mob and the evil underground race is our biggest worry!"

The chief mage said coldly: "The Bewitching Demon King Bradero! It was he who invented this demonic weapon. We must get rid of him as soon as possible, clear all traces he left in this world, destroy his shadows, artworks and this The blueprints of this weapon and kill all the technicians who know how to make this weapon."

General Flaming Fist fiddled with his rifle and asked puzzledly: "Since this weapon is so excellent, why don't we recruit craftsmen to imitate it? You mentioned that this weapon has a simple structure, so it should not be difficult to imitate it. Idiots will use this weapon. It can fight against the army. If our well-trained knights and warriors also use this weapon, they will definitely be able to easily wipe out those stupid people."

The chief mage looked at the general coldly, his piercing gaze sending chills from the bottom of his heart to this powerful warrior who had experienced many battles.

"Maybe your elite soldiers with guns can defeat twice as many citizens with guns."

The chief mage said: "But how many soldiers do you have in total? It will take at least five years for a strong young man who is not engaged in production to become a qualified trainee after long-term specialized training, improving martial arts and levels, and following the virtues taught by the gods. Knight. And a farmer, a farmer of any age from eighteen to sixty years old, can use a rifle after three months of training.

Both sides are equipped with rifles. Elite soldiers may be able to defeat more than twice the number of armed mobs. What if the number of mobs is ten times or a hundred times that of soldiers? "

"We can recruit farmers. Wouldn't this greatly reduce the time required to train soldiers?" General Flame Fist retorted.

"Recruiting farmers?"

The archmage sneered: "Farmers farm for the lord to support the lord, and they are forced to go to the battlefield to die. And the weapons in their hands are enough to deal with the knights. Why should they obey you? If these ignorant people who are not religious enough are exposed to mine, With people like Dro deceiving you, how many farmers you arm will mean how many mobs you will face in the future!"

General Flame Fist heard the words and shed cold sweat on his forehead. He thought about it and said: "Mages and priests, extraordinary people who control divine and magical power can overwhelm soldiers..."

"Except for a few geniuses, it takes twenty years to train an intermediate mage. Among a hundred people, there may not be even one gifted mage who has been blessed by Mythra."

The chief mage said coldly: "If you are lucky, two or three mobs with rifles can kill an intermediate mage. Archmages and electors are not afraid of this kind of weapon, but there are only so many archmages and electors on the mainland. Woolen cloth?

Spell slots are limited. Facing a steady stream of gun-wielding mobs, a great mage will die because he runs out of spell slots. If Bredreau could make more guns and spread them to every corner of Faerûn, then even I would not dare to travel at will. God knows if I would be ambushed by a hundred civilians with guns. And died, because even if I used all my spells on protection spells, I couldn't stop the rain of projectiles. "

"The most terrifying thing about this devil's weapon is that it gives the mob the courage to resist. The mob without guns also knows that no matter how many they have, they can't fight against the knights and mages. No matter how many people gather to riot, there will only be death. "

The Chief Mage looked at the rifle in General Flame Fist's hand bitterly and said coldly: "But with the gun, they have the possibility to kill knights and mages. Even if it takes five people to die to kill one knight, It takes a hundred people to kill a mage, and they can afford it. They will start to think, if a thousand people use guns to riot and fail, what about ten thousand people? What about one hundred thousand people? What about one million people?"

The chief mage vaguely felt that this weapon called a rifle would change the situation on the entire continent. He did not know how difficult it was to make a rifle, but he knew that this weapon was easy to use.

In the view of the Master Mage, powerful power requires hard work to obtain. A transcendent who becomes an intermediate mage in ten, twenty or even fifty or sixty years will be beaten by a gunman who has been trained for several months. To be shot to death is the greatest blasphemy, a blasphemy against power. Power obtained easily must be evil, and those who obtain power easily will surely fall.

General Flame Fist dropped the rifle in his hand on the ground as if he had been burned. He stared blankly at the fire stick-like weapon, and the more he looked at it, the more chilled he became.

"The gods will not sit back and watch!" General Flame Fist said loudly, as if to embolden himself: "The gods will perform miracles and annihilate all the rebellious and blasphemous people like ants!"

The Chief Mage was silent for a while and said softly: "The gods are extraordinary, but the gods do not have infinite divine power. If the gods had unlimited divine power and could transform the main material world as they pleased, the world would not be what it is now. General, we Believing in the gods and serving the gods requires the gods to give us blessings and strength. But the gods also need us as a group of servants to shepherd the sheep for him. Don't rely on the gods for all problems, do what we should do, and serve the gods. The gods solve the problems of the mortal world, and only then can they be competent servants of the gods.”

General Flame Fist took a deep breath, cheered up, and asked, "Sir, what should we do?"

The chief mage sighed and said: "We can only try our best to conceal the secret that mortals can use rifles to fight against extraordinary beings. We must not let the public know the existence of weapons like rifles. Bradlow and his followers must die, and they fled into the Underdark again. No matter what, even if they escape into the bottomless abyss, the messengers of divine punishment will chase them and chop off their heads filled with evil thoughts."