Reggie was developing technology, and the alchemists in the royal capital were not idle either. They used the traditional crafts of the Bayer Kingdom to hollow out three big trees, filled them with black powder, and made three huge bombs.
Although the black powder from Bayer Country is very inferior, such a large dose will bring unimaginable power. The first big tree bomb fell under the city, and a large area of Sand Demon was instantly blown into loose sand, and a huge air wave faced them.
Then, Reggie felt Suixue No. 5 fly up.
For a long time, he couldn't hear anything. Not only his ears were ringing, but his head was also buzzing.
Tyr shouted from behind: "Sir, what happened, my God, I'm hurt!"
The three co-pilots downstairs also heard screams. One of them hit the valve and fainted.
Everyone in the chariot was in a mess, except for the Hades Wizard who was still sitting calmly on his seat.
"Are you still okay? Old wizard?" Reggie knew that something was wrong. He never expected that Yalishan would have such a powerful weapon. If this bomb was closer than a few dozen feet, Suixue No. 5 and the people in the car would be destroyed.
There will be no bones left of the six people.
Saga did not answer. He knew the seriousness of the situation. The huge shock wave almost stopped his heart. But if he was distracted now, it would only waste more time for him.
The second tree bomb fell quickly, and Suixue No. 5 really took off, and rushed forward more than ten feet. The violent jolt caused Reggie to fall off his seat.
"How many times have I told them to at least design a seat belt for the driver!"
Reggie's head was smashed, and blood flowed all over his face. Taylor screamed in the ammunition compartment, and the cab was silent. Reggie didn't even know if they were still alive.
"Old wizard, are you okay?"
Saga remained silent.
"Old wizard, haven't you finished it yet?"
Saga still remained silent. Reggie opened the roof of the cab and stretched out the binoculars. Arrows rained down. Reggie knew that this was very dangerous, but even if he was going to die, he had to die knowingly.
Through the thick sand and dust, Reggie saw that the soldiers at the top of the city had prepared the third tree bomb. Because Reggie was not far from the city wall, they did not use a trebuchet. Twenty soldiers carried the bomb, completely
Relying on human projection, judging from the general direction and landing point, they should not hit too far.
According to Reggie's estimate, the bomb would fall within a hundred feet of the tank, perhaps a little to the left or a little to the right. Reggie didn't even know which direction to escape.
"Add coal, blow up the air, and make the chariot move! Do you hear me?"
Reggie yelled at the top of his lungs, but there was no response from downstairs.
Seeing that the bomb was about to leave the city, Reggie could only close the roof of the cab and resign himself to fate.
The bomb fell right this time, neither to the left nor to the right. It drew a perfect parabola and flew directly to the top cover of Suixue-5.
Hurley, who was driving the Broken Snow No. 1, saw this scene and tried to use flames to make the bomb explode in advance, but he missed the target.
Seeing the bombs slowly falling, he could only plan how to collect Reggie's body. As the king of the Snow Breaking Kingdom, the funeral should be more dignified, but now it may be difficult to leave a complete body, or even to keep it.
A complete face.
He has deep feelings for Reggie, and he hopes that Reggie will survive and follow him to defeat the evil and rebuild the kingdom of the elves together.
But you can't expect an elf who has lived for hundreds of years to shed tears for Reggie. His tears dried up a long time ago.
But there is another person who is making the last effort in Suixue No. 3. His name is Geerka, the rotten one - Geerka.
On the first day he came to this world, he had a cursed identity - a slave.
When a clever woman discovered his special bloodline, he was put on the black market and became a slave for sale. From then on, he gained a cursed identity - a wizard.
When his abilities awakened, his mentor was crying. He had a high talent, but that talent was still cursed.
He would spend his whole life under a curse, but Reggie told him that his life would be wonderful. He believed Reggie's words and worked hard to improve his witchcraft. He was willing to do things that made others cover their noses and laugh at him.
He collected feces everywhere and brought countless high-quality fertilizers to Suixue City.
He didn't care about other people's ridicule, because he was recognized by the lord, but he was not satisfied with this. He learned driving skills from Asharif, and he also wanted to become an excellent technician.
When he heard that the lord was recruiting technicians to go to the battlefield, he joined the chariot corps without hesitation. He firmly believed that he could do more and live a more exciting life.
Before the enemy dropped the bomb, he stood on the roof of the chariot, opened his arms, and the arrow flew past his cheek, but this good boy was not afraid at all.
When the enemy dropped the bomb, he used all his witchcraft and hit the big tree with all his strength.
He shouted desperately, his childish voice resounding throughout the battlefield.
The big tree hit Suixue No. 5 impartially, and Reggie, who was praying silently in the tank, closed his eyes in despair.
Poof! The sound was dull, like a broken straw mat hitting the top, and Reggie didn't feel much vibration.
He didn't hear an explosion, but smelled a pungent smell of gunpowder.
He opened his eyes and saw dazzling sparks from the front window. He felt that the sparks were more beautiful than the fireworks in Bayer Country.
What is this? A welcome gift from heaven? He died once, and there seemed to be no such grand ceremony in that world.
The moment it landed on the top cover, the shell of the tree bomb completely rotted and turned into rotten wood. It smashed to pieces on the top cover. Before the fuse could reach the end, the gunpowder in the bomb had already burned out.
Scattered everywhere.
Most of the gunpowder drifted away in the wind, and some of the gunpowder burned. Since there was no enclosed space, they did not explode. They were like broken firecrackers, blooming with dazzling sparks in the sand and dust.
Reggie, who was sitting in the cab, didn't know what happened. He sat there for a long time until tears covered his cheeks.
"Still alive," Reggie said in his native language, "still alive..."
Tyr shouted from behind: "I'm still alive, sir, are you alive? I'm still alive!"
"We are not dead, did you see it, old wizard, we are not dead!"
The pale Saga opened his eyes, swallowed his saliva and said, "I don't know how you survived to this day, but from tonight on, I will keep a distance from you."
As soon as the words fell, the wind stopped.
The sand dust slowly fell to the ground, and the sand demon that was dancing wildly in the wind turned into a slow zombie again.