Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

"Wait!"

Seeing Sherman running away, Leon quickly stopped the slightly excited dwarf.

"Oh! Yes, Sherman is so excited. Before his brother arrives, Sherman has to take over the task of making weapons for the lord!"

Sherman said quickly.

"I need a weapon that can restrain cavalry!"

Leon said in a deep voice.

Of course, the Tall Birds are not cavalry, but according to the information provided by Fast during this period, weapons such as the Lochaber hook ax and the Swiss halberd may be able to fight against the Tall Birds. , plays an unexpected role.

After all, according to Fast's description, the tall bird has extremely slender and tall legs. An adult tall bird can grow into a monster with long legs over two meters tall.

In combination with the Tall Bird's habit of attacking its prey's head with its sharp beak, Leon needed to equip Antolia's militia with a weapon of sufficient length so that it could be out of the attack range of the Tall Bird. , directly attacking the two long legs of this creature.

And this feature is actually not much different from those weapons that can chop horse legs.

"Restrain the cavalry?"

"good!"

Leon nodded, and simply drew the appearance of the Swiss halberd on the vellum according to the impression in his mind.

The lower part is a long handle nearly three meters long.

The most critical part, that is, its upper part, is the combination of three weapons.

In the middle is a slender and sharp spearhead that can be used for stabbing.

On the right side is an ax body that is sharp enough and fixed on the handle with two iron hoops.

On the back of the ax body, there is a bladed hook, which can hook the cavalry off the horse, or use it to hook the horse under the cavalry.

It is true that it would not be easy to forge such a weapon, and it would consume a lot of iron, but Leon still drew it like this.

Because Leon does not want this weapon to be forged simply for the southwest highlands. If possible, he wants this weapon to become one of the main weapons of the First Militia Regiment of Antolia!

You know, Antolia doesn’t produce horses!

At least for now, it seems that it is definitely not possible to engage in cavalry hedging. The only thing that can be done is to allow the soldiers of Antolia to have the means to fight against the cavalry.

Not only for the southwest highlands, but also for the stability of Antolia.

"Lord Viscount's idea... is really novel!"

"The long handle held by the soldiers can be made of the tough black pine wood outside the city. The iron ore you brought back from Parma is also sufficient."

"Sherman thinks it's completely feasible! Sherman can't wait to see the effect of these weapons in the hands of the Antolians!"

the dwarf cheered.

"In that case..."

"Three days! Give me three days! I will let the Viscount see the real thing!"

"It's a deal!"

Leon nodded with satisfaction.

…

As the cold winter is about to pass, the evening wind in Antolia is still cool, but it no longer has the biting coldness.

The setting sun is setting, and the clouds are as thin as catkins.

Collins stood on the wall of Thorn Territory, overlooking the vast land outside the city.

The dense forest in the distance is distant and quiet, and the land outside the city is dotted with working people.

Although without enough warm stones, the land tamper was just a pile of scrap metal, the citizens had already begun to take the first steps to improve the black land under Leon's command.

The land on the south bank of the Bairen River is relatively flat, and there is a large amount of undeveloped land left. Naturally, it has become Leon's first choice for using the black soil generation technique.

The refugees who moved from Graywater Castle and Parma City became the main force in the land reclamation. They did not understand why the powder of moon mushrooms was sprinkled on the soil, nor why the smelly feces were gathered together.

But they did it anyway.

This is not only because of the militiamen who are stationed outside the city for training, but also because of the kind-hearted Mr. Leon, who is willing to provide them with meals that can barely satisfy their hunger.

There is food to eat and something to do.

This is the only wish of the refugees, and remote Antolia meets the most basic needs and simple wishes of the civilians.

In fact, it was not only the lowest serfs and civilians who did not understand this approach, Master Collins standing at the top of the city was also confused.

But unlike the ignorant serfs, Collins' mind was filled with countless thoughts as he looked at the powder being scattered in the fields.

As early as when he was in the city of Parma, the mage he had always been friends with reminded him time and again of the chaos and barrenness of Antolia.

He didn't know if coming to Antolia was the right choice, but in order to explore his magical path, Collins came anyway.

I have to say that to Mage Collins, everything in Antolia seems a bit...weird?

Although this place also belongs to the territory of the Kingdom of Andal, the style of painting in Antolia is completely different from that of many noble territories in the kingdom.

The entire territory is like a giant construction site. The people here work hard, as if they want to build the most shocking building on this barren land.

There are traces of dried blood on the old city walls, and the dried meat hanging there is taken from the surrounding dense forest.

In Antolia, where all the people were in arms, especially after the Lapruk people swore allegiance, the land became increasingly fierce and wild.

Even the neat rows of newly built houses mostly have meat drying racks and hunting nets outside.

As for the magic he seeks...

In Collins' opinion, there probably exists a branch of magic in this land that is completely different from the magic he is familiar with.

There are two main reasons why he made such a judgment.

One is because the story of Leon Jimena's magic during a fierce battle has long been widely spread in this territory. Such a strange fireball technique is obviously different from the magic he is familiar with.

The second reason is because of the old man called the priest by the Lapluk people.

Collins could conclude that the priest named Fast must be a genuine mage, but it was difficult for him to feel the regular magic fluctuations in Fast's body.

He had seen Fast's spellcasting.

It was a strange yet familiar feeling, as if it had the same origin as his own magic, but it was very different.

Such a discovery made him nervous and excited.

Because Collins felt that his understanding of magic seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

Collins' lifelong learning came from the magical path passed down by the Archmage Merlin, but now, in Antolia, he seemed to see a branch of inheritance that was completely different from the magical path he was familiar with.

The huge impact of this discovery also plunged him into extremely complex emotions.

We got together until three in the morning and didn't wake up until the afternoon...