In a small workshop in the backyard of the Watchcastle Gnome Workshop, Diego slowly flips a small crucible with a needle-nose pliers attached to a stand.
Inside the cauldron, an orange-red flame the size of a date was beeping, and the miraculous thing was that this flame was not as smart and transparent as an ordinary flame, but gave people a feeling of stagnant and heavy, as thick as lava.
When the crucible turned at an angle of sixty degrees, the magical flame began to flow slowly like slime, towards the duckbill of the crucible, and the liquid flowing at the front reluctantly left the duck's beak and dripped into a cylindrical device below.
It was a kryptonite energy core about a handful long and the size of an egg, and it took Diego a long time to produce.
But at this moment, the door of the workshop was slammed open, and with a cold wind, two humans strode in.
Diego was startled by the sound of the door opening, and with a flick of his wrist, a large cloud of molten flame rolled out of the cauldron's beak and fell into the column.
"Hell!"
Diego couldn't help but curse secretly, he quickly jammed the sharp-nosed pliers, and then pounced towards the kryptonite energy core.
He quickly turned the rocking wheel under the energy core, dropping it down, and as the energy core lowered, the flame was pulled into a long stream, and finally all of it was poured into the pillar.
Diego let out a long breath, then turned the energy core's knob, locking the lid.
As the lid was tightened, the flame suspended in the middle of the cylinder beat violently like a heart, and as it continued to contract and expand, between the two energy output pillars at the top of the energy core, an electric arc began to shine and annihilate, and the air was filled with a fresh smell of grass.
"You almost ruined all three of us!"
Diego carefully put away the golden energy core, and then turned his head and glared at the two people who rushed in, that was Harry?
Bogard and Huffman, the chief and deputy commanders of the Moon Creek Brigade.
It was clear that the Moon Creek Brigade soldiers that Diego had placed at the door did not prevent their immediate superiors from breaking in.
"I ought to tell these fools that even His Majesty the King can't enter this workshop."
Looking at the two people with embarrassed faces, Diego said angrily.
"You shouldn't blame them, I asked them not to report it, so as not to disturb your work."
Bogard took the initiative to carry the pot.
"Actually, you've already disturbed you, if I had been a little slower to react just now, half of the Watch Castle would have been blown up by this thing!"
Diego said with a sigh of relief.
"Wow, this little thing is so powerful?"
Bogard's focus was obviously different from his, "Then if you build a few more of these things and drop them off the Skybreaker, wouldn't it be easy for the demons to be killed all?"
” "Is that easy?
I can only make this one of the materials I have at hand!
Diego almost got his nose crooked.
The little good thing he had in hand was the battle in Snake Valley a few days ago, and he found it next to the corpse of a Morgar demon while cleaning the battlefield, and it seemed to be the demonic technician's private collection.
In fact, what Diego found in that magic iron toolbox was not only kryptonite ingots and Origin Flames, but also some outlandish specialties such as adamantite gold ingots, constant gold ingots, magic iron ingots, citrine jade, dawn stone, and nightfall stone, and this Morgol craftsman apparently intended to use these precious and rare materials to create some mechanical devices to transform his body - the demons of this race are very fond of doing this, and they often transform their arms into flexible and powerful mechanical arms, both in combat and in manufacturing, they are very powerful- But now it's all cheap, Diego.
To his surprise, he also found some precious materials such as the Origin Void and Source Air in the dark compartment of the Magic Iron Toolbox, which were necessary to make some powerful engineering devices, and it was this discovery that led Diego to the idea of improving the Death Gaze.
As the war progressed, Diego found himself increasingly less able to control the battlefield, and in skirmishes, he might still be able to rely on the superpower of the death gaze to control the battle, but as the war grew larger, his role became weaker and weaker.
In fact, this is also a characteristic of the war in Azeroth, even powerful people such as Medivan the Guardian and Akmund the Polluter cannot completely control the course of the war, after all, in a large-scale war situation, the impact of personal strength is too insignificant, unless you have an artifact such as the Demon Soul or the Rainbow of Focus.
However, Diego is definitely not willing to quit the war stage like this, he has never been so eager to do more in this war as he is now, after he has painstakingly searched for his memories of the war in the Earth Age, a special class of troops that can affect the development of a certain battle or even the entire war, and sometimes may change the course of history, has entered his field of vision, that is, snipers!
As the most deterrent single soldier, snipers often have the ability to suppress the entire battlefield alone, but this also puts higher demands on Diego's weapons, in this case, the range of the death gaze is a bit insufficient, so the modification of this musket has become his top priority.
So when the Moonstream Brigade retreated to the Watch Fort to rest, he immediately sought out Archmage Marin, as a member of the court mages, who also followed King Varian to the Cursed Lands.
After obtaining the king's approval, the archmage gladly joined in the work of transforming the musket.
And as a good blacksmith, Brian?
Copperbeard also showed great interest in this work, and the overjoyed Diego did not hesitate to hand over the forging of the hardened Adamantine barrel to the old dwarf, while he himself devoted himself to the manufacture of delicate devices and components such as the Kryptonite Energy Core and the Magic Steel Stabilizer.
Well, with all that said, let's turn our attention back to the workshop at the Watchgate.
"Oh, that's a disappointment!"
Bergard said with an unhappy face.
"Not everything is going to work out as planned," Diego glanced at the lazy fellow and sat down on the stool next to the workbench, "Tell me, what's going on this time?"
” "That's right, my lord, although King Ureon agreed that we should select people from each legion to replenish them, but the legion commanders did not agree to release them, and half a month has passed, and we have only recruited a dozen people!"
Bogard said indignantly.
It seems that during this time, he has hit the wall many times.
"And they were recruited after lowering the standards."
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Huffman added.
"How many people are left now?"
Diego pinched his furrowed brow and asked tiredly.
"The Moon Creek Brigade was originally full of 1,000 people, and the Storm Whip was 200 people, but after the battle of the Snake Valley, the Storm Whip casualties were more than half, and there were 98 people left, and the casualties of the Moon Creek Brigade were even heavier, with nearly eighty percent of the battle losses, and only 253 people remained, including forty-two dwarves, trolls, jackals, minotaurs, and goblins."
Bergard replied fluently, the numbers had been going through his mind several times these days, and each time it had made his heart ache.
"Three hundred and fifty-one?
Four more dead?
Diego said with some sadness.
He'd been to the wounded barracks a few times during that time—most of the members of the Moon Creek Brigade were there—and he knew better than anyone how many men he had.
"Yes, the priests have tried their best, but there are still four brothers who have not survived!"
Bogard nodded.
The Light is not omnipotent, and there is nothing priests can do about the most serious injuries.
"Okay, don't recruit any more people during this time, and when the guys are healed, go to the arsenal and get a dwarven musket each, and start practicing musket shooting!"
Diego groaned for a moment and said in a deep voice.
In the bottom of his heart, there is a vague idea, but whether it can be done or not will take some time to be sure.
"Yes, sir!"
Although there were some doubts, seeing that Diego did not mean to explain, Bergard and Huffman still took the order and left.