Just after I took out the syringe and wiped my sweat, a fist hit me on the head.
"Damn human beings, since the antidote is effective, I won't care about your bad behavior of scaring this prince!" Just as I turned my head while holding my head and gnashing my teeth, the dwarf prince Wak held his hands and looked like a
The adults didn't care about the villain's behavior and raised their heads to look at me.
Next to her, Liara was covering her mouth and laughing.
Bastard, where is my title of Terminator? Where have you hidden it?
"Qin Xin, how do you use this?" Just when I was about to find out the title of this absolutely male creature killer from the mess of titles, Liara came up, picked up my freeze-dried sealed bottle, and said to me
asked.
"The small bottle marked with the shape is not used. Another small bottle like this is enough for a hundred people. If the medicine is not effective enough, you can increase the dose." After explaining to Liara, I turned my head and said fiercely.
Looking at Wacker. "Did you hear that?"
"Did you hear that?" Wacker turned his head and looked at the dwarf beside him and asked.
When the dwarves finished confirming and started injecting antibody albumin with a syringe, I flew up and kicked Wacker directly in the crotch, causing him to foam at the ground and fall to the ground.
Hum hum, I never hold grudges, really.
The effect of the antibody protein was quite good. After two days, the condition of all the dwarves who were affected began to improve, and no dwarf died due to the inability of the immune system to resist.
After producing enough antibody proteins and storing them in liquid nitrogen, the dwarves solved the plague caused by the Dark Temple.
Although there are still some remnants of the plague, all dwarves who have been infected have antibodies that carry the plague, which is enough to resist the plague virus.
As for the dwarves who have not been infected by the plague, don’t they still have so many cryopreserved antibody proteins?
Anyway, I am too lazy to produce vaccines. After all, there is no professional equipment to detect whether the inactivated virus will produce antibodies in the body. This is a long-term process.
It seems that the Dark Temple is full of confidence in its virus. Since the virus was released, these dragon knights riding dragons and crossing the mountains to the northeast of the dwarves have never come to cause trouble again.
Although there were less than ten J-10 fighter jets left by the dwarves before, they were constantly patrolling back and forth on the mountain peaks day and night, looking like they were looking for someone to fight for at any time.
After all, it would be a disaster for the dwarves if these dragon knights crossed the mountains and discovered the temporary hospitals built around the dwarf king's city.
"Human, as a token of my gratitude, I will remove the sign at the door and allow you to enter the Dwarf Palace again. How about it, this is a good honor, isn't it?" This is what the Dwarf King said in the meeting hall of the Dwarf Palace.
"Your son is still lying on his bed, holding his baby and moaning. Do you want to try it too?" I looked at the dwarf king with contempt.
"Look what this is?" The dwarf king stood up and tapped his crotch.
The dwarf king's metal gloves collided with his crotch, making a metallic collision sound.
Obviously, this is a full metal a**, Nah!
Just when Liara looked at the sky speechlessly and I looked at the dwarf king with even more contempt, the dwarf king sat down indifferently, opened the map and began to discuss the battle situation with us with a serious face, as if he was not interested in the pull just now.
The guy who lowered the moral standards of the entire dwarf race is not just me.
"Although these big lizards from the Dark Temple have not invaded the territory of the dwarves again for the time being, I don't believe that they will never come." The dwarf king pointed at the patrol circle of the J-10 fighter jets on the map with a stick and explained to us: "
We, the Dwarves, still have a lot of reserve stocks of J-10 fighter jets, but we don’t have enough pilots.”
"Wait a minute, I heard the Elf Queen say that at first the J-10 fighter jets should be roughly equal to the Dragon Knights in strength, but later on the J-10 fighter jets started to be obviously unable to beat the Dragon Knights. What's going on?" I was a little confused.
asked.
"Compared with the body of the dragon, the J-10 fighter is too fragile." The dwarf king clenched his fist unwillingly. "Although the attack capabilities are almost the same, we can rely on the skills of the pilots to draw a tie in the early stage, but the lack of pilots, the J-10
After the weaknesses exposed by the fighter jets were known to the other side, we retreated steadily on the battlefield in the sky, and finally let those damn bastards sneak into the Dwarf King's City, leaving behind the source of the plague!"
"Is the J-10 fighter jet too fragile, and there are not enough pilots?" I held my chin and thought for a while, then said: "How do you dwarves train pilots? Why are there not enough pilots?"
"Let those brave dwarf warriors learn how to drive and go directly." The dwarf king said matter-of-factly.
I'll just go ahead and get in?
"Can I ask, what is the training survival rate?" I asked with my mouth twitching.
"Less than 30%."
Damn, you are indeed a warrior.
"You can't do this. I'll get some training aircraft out in a while, and you can watch the production." I shook my head. "The cost of training is too exaggerated. No wonder the pilot can't keep up."
I had been wondering before. The Dragon Clan is famous for its sparse population. Even though the battle losses in the early stage were roughly the same, the Dwarf Clan, which is famous for its forging, would actually be in a dilemma of not having enough fighter jets in the later stage. It turns out that this is the problem.
"Where is the army headquarters of the Dark Temple? Haven't you ever explored it before?" I asked casually after looking at the map.
"Because of the weapons exposed in the previous battle with the dragon, the Black Temple intercepted our fighter jets at all costs." The dwarf king clicked on the map with a stick and said, "According to our inference, their headquarters is probably here.
Location."
Heh, this is interesting.
The dwarf royal city and the headquarters of the Dark Temple are about three hundred kilometers apart, with a group of mountains in the middle blocking them. No wonder they have been engaged in air combat.
"If these dragon knights are dealt with, when will we go back and destroy them?" I looked at the dwarf king and asked.
"It's impossible at the moment. The dwarves have been severely weakened by this plague and have no power to attack for the time being." The dwarf king shook his head.
"That's it, then let me go and check the situation first."
After leaving the Dwarf Palace, I arrived at the Dwarf Airport.
Although there are about a hundred fighter jets parked in the warehouse of the dwarf airport, they have no choice but to pile them up in the hangar because there are not enough pilots.
"What a waste." Looking at the brand new J-10 fighter, I shook my head and asked the dwarf ground serviceman on the side responsible for maintenance: "Are there any fighters that were damaged and returned from fighting with the Dragoons? I want to see it."
"Damaged fighter jet?" The dwarf scratched his head. "We repaired it after it was damaged."
Are your hands and feet so fast?
"So, can you tell me where the damage was on the damaged fighter?" I asked, pointing to the J-10 fighter on the side.
"Except for here and here, the rest of the places have been damaged." The dwarf explained to me, pointing to the parts on the plane.
Cockpit, magic core and engine?
"Have you dwarves ever defeated a giant dragon?" After thinking about the design plan in my mind, I continued to ask the dwarf.
If there is a giant dragon's body, we can at least deduce the dragon's approximate strength.
"Of course!" The dwarf proudly tapped the scales on his body with a wrench. "We have made them into armor."
I:"......"
After a while, I peeled off the scales from this tearful ground worker dwarf, walked to the open space aside, and began to conduct experiments.
Phew!
The armor-piercing shelling tail with a speed of six times the speed of sound was fired by me with an electromagnetic gun from a kilometer away, and the projectile hit the dragon scale armor placed on the shelf.
As a small spark flashed, the discarding fin armor-piercing projectile was ejected, and the frame holding the dragon scale armor fell to the ground.
Under normal circumstances, the J-10 fighter piloted by the dwarves will start using the electromagnetic gun at a distance of one kilometer.
At this distance, the electromagnetic gun will have the most direct test of the lethality of the dragon scale.
Well, did the dragon scales actually block a six-speed electromagnetic gun?
I picked up the dragon scale armor on the ground and touched the scratches on the dragon scale, I said solemnly.
However, the momentum of the electromagnetic gun does not seem to be offset much.
Looking at the broken steel frame, I nodded. (To be continued.)
