Few people in this world want to die, at least Lukara doesn't.

Goron whipped the whip with the stone-toothed weapon. Although the desperate pain did not destroy Lukara's body after blocking the pain through the secret technique, the feeling of life passing by madly directly destroyed the boy's already undecisive will.

Intuition tells Lukara that if he continues to stand here, at most after Goron waves three whips, the only way to end up waiting for him is death. Compared with death, the threat from the official members of the fairy tale seems less terrible...

There was no sign of precursor. The ninth trainee who was beaten by Goron, did not speak, did not look back, and did not act any extra. He stepped on his feet and rushed directly out of the tent.

His actions surprised Goron. As an ogre, there was no such concept of collapse in Goron's subconscious mind, and he could escape at all. In addition, the long whip was indeed very unpleasant, so Goron failed to stop Lukara's escape in time and asked him to rush out of Black Jack's camp. The speed was not the director of the ogre, so Goron could only look at Lukara's back with a little regret, thinking whether he would still have to go to another trip tonight.

Magician Black Jack kept silent and walked slowly outside the tent. His palm flipped, and a double-tube dwarf pistol appeared in his hand. Black Jack raised his hand and slowly aimed at Lukara.

Golong shook his head secretly. The dwarf muskets had accumulated a lot of them in the warehouse of the Black Hand Ogre. It was even one of the most important toys of Golong when he was young. Golong, who was thin, still fantasized about the ability to use this simple and easy-to-use weapon that he could master slightly became stronger. In the end, he was naturally disappointed. No matter whether it was a spear or a pistol, no matter how close it was, he could not shoot through the thick skin of the ogre or high-level monster. Compared with the bow and arrow javelin of the Amazon Centaur, the musket was simply a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Therefore, Goron is very familiar with the power of this thing. The effective range of the dwarf spear is no more than 100 meters, and the range of the pistol is only twenty-five meters. In fact, it is difficult for the dwarf pistol with extremely poor accuracy to hit the target if it exceeds five meters.

As a dark walker, Lukara has his speed, and in the blink of an eye, he has run away at least eighty meters away. In addition, the fighting spirit on his body has condensed again. The musket in Black Jack's hand is impossible to hurt him at all. Goron even thought that his master was actually willing to let Lukara go, and now he is just pretending to perform for him to show it. After all, although muskets are useless to real strong people, they can easily massacre ordinary human civilians. Therefore, like the giant weapons that ogres can use, they are one of the dangerous items controlled by the state. Not every teenager knows it very well.

Touch~~~!

Although it sounds like there is only one gunshot, Goron, who has an extremely sharp hearing, can still tell that it is actually two consecutive gunshots. It is just because the frequency of the gunshots is too fast and the interval is too short, and the gunshots are almost connected together, which is like only one shot.

This is true. A little bit of Mars and a little cold light as big as a pea from Black Jack's muzzle were shot out, and shot at the base of Lukara's legs respectively. Goron's dynamic vision was excellent. Almost at the same time, the scene of the two bullets being blown away by Lukara's completely excited fighting spirit was generated in his mind.

If the bullet could fly eighty meters away.

but……

An incredible scene happened. The two bullets were neither bolted by the fighting spirit nor penetrated into the human body. Instead, they exploded into a large ball of fireballs and ice explosions. Lukara, who was hit on both legs, was directly blown into the air. When he fell to the ground, he could not even scream.

Goron walked up to check and saw Lukara's entire lower body, one side was burned into charcoal, and the other side was frozen into ice residue. The parts below his buttocks, including the little brother, were completely blown up, and the pelvis was exposed, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Even if Goron was willing to use the secondary treatment wave to treat, it would be impossible for him to save it. It was just that the wound was either burned or frozen, and there was no large amount of blood that could make him breathe for a while.

Goron's heartbeat was accelerating. The two shots of Black Jack just now were clearly fireball and ice explosion in magic. Although they were both primary magic and their power seemed to shrink a bit, compared to the magicians releasing magic through spells, these two magic bullets did not require chanting spells, and did not require consuming mana. More importantly, Black Jack, who fired these two magic bullets, did not understand any magic at all, but instantly beat Lukara, a trainee with the first-level median strength, to be indestructible. The power and practical value of this weapon are beyond doubt.

"Since you have completed the training of hiding, we can start the next stage of the course, which is about the application of these 'props'." Black Jack said absent-mindedly, while opening the dwarf pistol chamber in his hand and exiting two cylindrical metal bullets from it. The bullet's bullet's bullet was two turbid crystals with white color.

Although the colors are different, for some reason, Geron felt that the texture of the bullet's warhead was somewhat similar to the two Aizhe redstones in his hand.

Black Jack put the white bullets into his arms in a neat manner, and then took out two bullets with golden light like lightning, pressing them into the chamber. With a snap, the barrel was closed, and the muzzle pointed directly into a shadow in the distance.

"Big Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't do anything impulsive, because that might be a decision that will make you regret for your whole life."

As Black Jack finished speaking, the seemingly nothing suddenly became a distorted void, and then a short and fat figure appeared out of thin air. It was Lukara's teacher, the pig boss among the three clowns.

This is the first time that Golong has carefully observed this guy from close range. The first impression he gave is naturally his fatness. The funny clown with pig face painted on his face may be longer than his height. His neck and waist are completely shrunk in his chest and abdominal cavity. The thick and short limbs are thick and fat near the end of the body, and the one end connecting his wrists and ankles is thin and small. In addition, his hands and feet are also extremely small, which makes him look like a big meat ball with four conical granulations stretching out.

But Goron, who had seen him take action with his own eyes, knew that in addition to being a clown in a circus, he was also a top assassin who was close to the level of the war king.

At this time, the pig's face was twisted into a ball, and the originally funny oil paint looked particularly ferocious. His eyes looked back and forth on Lukara, who was lying on the ground and Goron, who was unscathed, and finally frozen on Black Jack's body, and said viciously: "Black Jack, what do you mean?"

Black Jack snorted coldly and said, "It's just that your apprentice wants to play games with Goron. If he loses, he wants to run away, so I will teach him a little lesson."

"Hmph~~~! I don't believe it. If you didn't make trouble, how could Lukara lose? I think it was your intentional game to kill my apprentice, right?"

Boss Pig’s speculation was illogical and could almost be said to be unreasonable, but Black Jack did not refute or deny Boss Pig’s frame-up accusations. He just sneered on his face and kept pointing at Boss Pig.

"Hmph, Black Jack, don't think your magic missile can threaten me. Your tricks and stinky toys can only bully the little ghosts at best."

"You are right. The magic missiles really cannot threaten you. I'm so embarrassed..."

Black Jack smiled apologetically, flipped his palm and the exquisitely decorated golden flintlock gun had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a single-tube pistol with no decoration and simple and ancient structure.

"If the 'magic missile' cannot deal with you, then what about the 'magic missile'?"

Boss Pig's face suddenly changed, and he was still a little afraid. This was almost unimaginable to Ge Long. The muskets that are recognized on the mainland that can only bully civilians can actually make a top killer frightened in the hands of Black Jack. Magic missiles should be the special gun bullet that can inspire magic just now, and what would that kind of gun called "magic bomb" be?

What disappointed Goron was that Boss Pig did not give Goron a chance to see the power of the magic bullet with his own eyes. He said nothing, and swung the zip in his hand and pulled Lukara on the ground. Boss Pig grabbed the seriously injured disciple under his armpit. Looking at Goron, the cold murderous intent in his eyes was creepy. Obviously, he counted all the humiliation and anger he suffered today on the little ogre who was unlucky. This made Goron unable to help frowning. Although he could use assassination to solve the "troubles" of the level like Lukara, in the face of a real strong man and a formal member of the fairy tale circus, Goron had no way to deal with it at all.

After Boss Pig left, looking at Goron who looked down at his thoughtful thoughts, Hei Jack smiled coldly and said, "What, I'm scared."

"Yes." Goron did not deny it, and said bluntly: "The clown wants to kill me, and I have almost no means of self-protection."

"Hmph, although your life and death have nothing to do with me, if you are willing to pay the price, then I can guarantee your safety for a period of time, or teach you the means of self-protection. What would you choose?"

"What price should I pay if I want to learn how to protect myself?" Geron's words have always been simple and direct.

"Do you need to learn how to protect yourself, rather than seeking my protection? You know, even if you can learn some skin from me, that is not enough to guarantee your life."

"But you can't protect me anytime, anywhere, and you can't protect me for the rest of your life." Ge Long said with his head down.

Black Jack nodded, and did not continue the topic, and instead said, "Since that's the case, then come in with me. We can talk about the price later..."

......

In the tent, Black Jack sat on the ground, placed a dwarf musket and several bullets on the ground, and said carelessly: "From your reaction just now, if I was not wrong, it is not the first time you have seen someone kill someone with a musket. Oh, I almost forgot that you were born in a family of kids. Of course, you have seen such things. But will you use it?"

Goron nodded, and under the gaze of Black Jack, he picked up the short gun from the ground. It was different from the pistol he used to practice hiding the matter before. It was a real weapon made for killing people. Although this gun was very similar to the toys that Goron played when he was a child, he could still see many traces of hand-made transformations.

Geron skillfully picked up a gunpowder bullet from the ground, loaded it and aimed it slightly, breaking a small ball five meters away with one shot, and his movements were neat.

In the past, Geron was lawless in the Black Hand tribe with the robbed dwarf musket. He would hit whatever he wanted and hit whoever he wanted. Anyway, he could not beat the ogre's thick skin, but he still made a group of blue fat men frantically. Finally, until he almost shot King Mogar's one-eyed eye, Geron was pulled by the giant demon Rafana and slapped his ass hard. This was the only time he stopped. Later, he became obsessed with listening to stories and cooking, and never touched this toy he once liked very much.

"It seems that you have indeed played muskets before, and you are very skilled. Is the executioner family studying the execution of muskets? Forget it, this saves me a lot of trouble anyway." As he said that, Black Jack took out another special bullet with the size of a thumb and the bullet was a turbid crystal with a white color and handed it to Ge Long.

Goron took this magic bullet that once released real magic and started to study it carefully.

Ordinary dwarf musket bullets are loaded with black gunpowder, and the bullet head is a round lead ball. After the gunpowder explodes in the barrel, the lead ball is pushed out of the gun chamber to achieve the goal of killing the target from a long distance.

But the bullet that Black Jack gave to Goron was a low-quality crystal that looked very fragile and cheap. After pulling out the crystal, the things loaded in the bullet were also some unknown liquid.

"You try to press the bullet crystal with your thumb and then activate your secondary healing wave magic."

Goron followed Black Jack's instructions to do it. When chanting the magical spell, he suddenly felt that the healing magic was directly sucked into the crystal warhead. When the spell was completed, the turbid crystal, which was originally white, turned into a top-level gem with a crystal clear texture, faintly emitting the brilliance of natural divine power.

"This is the energy-injected crystal, also known as Maya white stone, which is of the same value as the Aizhe red stone. Its function is to store magic power with sequences, that is, the magic or magic trick that has been formed. It has the same effect as the magic scroll, but it can be stimulated even without magic. Try again, press the tail with your thumb and use the greatest strength in your body to press hard."

This time, what Geron was sucked away by the bullet was not magic, but his physical strength. It was not until Geron was as tired as if he had been running around the playground for more than ten laps that the strange bullet finally stopped absorbing his strength. The liquid-like things contained in the bullet had solidified into a transparent powder.

"This is the 'Storage Magic Powder', which can store simple kinetic energy and release it in one breath when needed. Just as you press the miniature magic array engraved on the tail of the bullet, your power will be sucked into these magic powders, and it will eventually become the driving force of magic. That is to say, the greater your strength, the longer the range of the magic missile you fire. Maya White Stone can store magic, while the storage magic powder can absorb power. This was originally alchemy hundreds of years ago

The master's research results, but because Maya White Stone is too valuable, it is far inferior to the cheap sheepskin magic scroll in terms of storage magic. The power storage magic powder is even more useless to the weak magician. It was not until the dwarf alchemist Baigaponk Black Wine Barrel used these two technologies to improve the dwarf muskets and create a new generation of magic cannons. Therefore, five years ago, a new warship called the Magic Cannon Envoy finally appeared... "

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ps: If nothing unexpected happens, it will be released tomorrow. You can try to break out once by taking the opportunity of holiday. Everyone must keep their guaranteed monthly tickets for a certain black person.

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