Chapter 187 Detonating the Battleship
Just when Friedman was feeling uneasy and worried,
Suddenly, there were explosions in the distance.
Carona and others, along with the magician who was repairing the flying boat, turned into streams of light and flew over in a hurry. Everyone's face was filled with panic, without exception.
Friedman glanced at them and figured out the reason, his face turning pale.
Obviously,
Carona and others are also victims!
But this also means that
All the high-value goods stored in the space ring were lost!
You know, among these goods are items that the royal family of the Augustus Empire secretly purchased in the Elf Kingdom.
It was placed with him for the sake of secrecy.
If he lost it, not only would the Imperial Family send someone to get his head, even the Sith Chamber of Commerce would definitely chop off his head in advance and take it to apologize to the Empire.
Moreover, the impact of losing the space ring goes far beyond this.
The captain's onboard wizards are mainly responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the spacecraft. In order to save space for cargo, they usually put all the materials for repairing the flying boat into the space ring.
Because of this,
The theft of the space ring means that all magical materials are lost, and the flying boat's transmission array cannot be repaired.
Not only were the goods lost, but the captured elven slaves were also restless, and their excited looks made Friedman's eyelids twitch.
It always gave him a feeling of unease.
If you let time drag on,
When the next wave of elven reinforcements arrives, these elves will also attack at the same time. Can they really withstand it?
"Something big has happened!"
Mog gasped and exclaimed repeatedly: "Mr. Free, something big has happened!"
As soon as these words came out,
Friedman's thoughts were interrupted, and his face suddenly turned from pale to black, looking extremely ugly. He asked coldly, "I'm fine, are you deliberately cursing me?"
"No, it's not!" Mog finally realized that his words were ambiguous and quickly apologized with a smile: "Mr. Free, the accident I'm talking about is..."
"The ring was lost suddenly?"
"Yes, that's it!" Mog clapped his hands excitedly, but suddenly froze and asked in surprise, "How did you know?
"Are you doubting me?" Friedman's face turned cold and he didn't want to explain any more.
"No...Nothing..." Just when Mog was about to ask again, his crew member winked at him.
Mog looked over there secretly and found that the space ring on Friedman's little finger, which he never took off, was gone, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Good guy,
Mog knelt down directly.
What kind of existence is targeting them?
Specializing in picking storage magic weapons,
There are more than fifty storage magic devices in the entire black merchant fleet, many of which are large magic devices used for carrying cargo.
If they all disappeared inexplicably, who would I explain to?
"Mr. Free." Mog's chin trembled, and he was about to cry out loud: "Our storage magic devices... are they all gone?"
"It's gone, all gone..." Friedman looked at him expressionlessly. Thinking of the punishment for losing the goods, he couldn't help feeling discouraged.
He has been roaming this waterway for nearly a hundred years, rising from a non-staff member of the Sith Chamber of Commerce to his current position.
When had he ever encountered such a bizarre thing?
Now he just wants to curse.
The cultivation of space rules has reached such a terrifying level, and the strength is at least that of ninth-order creatures.
With such an identity, how could he not become a guest of honor of a powerful country?
Is it necessary for him to risk being hated by the Sith Chamber of Commerce and the royal family by robbing a black merchant fleet like his?
Friedman knew that even if all the cargo of this fleet was sold except for the elves, it would be like a drop in the bucket for the cultivation of a ninth-level strongman.
He carefully analyzed his thoughts to everyone.
After finishing speaking,
Mog and his group fell silent. All the mages and knights were guarding outside the elven shield. They were absent-minded and couldn't help but think of escaping.
But once you escape, who can guarantee that you will never be discovered by someone with ulterior motives in your life?
Accustomed to the prosperous life of extravagance and decadence, no one wants to try a life of wandering and fleeing.
At this moment,
Carona suddenly broke the silence and asked, "Mr. Free, do you think... this is a trap set by the Aklan Empire?"
The relationship between the Aklan Empire and the August Empire has always been somewhat delicate. These two human empires are the only ones on the Star-Moon Continent that are evenly matched in strength, while the other small human countries are vulnerable in front of them.
They all have the power to annex all small countries, but none of them does so.
It's just because they are hindering each other and targeting each other everywhere.
If it is really the Aklan Empire that wants to cause trouble for the August Empire, then everything seems to make sense.
but……
Is it necessary for the Aklan Empire to be so secretive?
Wouldn’t it be better to save people in person?
After rescuing the elves, the Aklan Empire can not only disgust the August Empire, but also gain the favor of the Elf Kingdom, killing two birds with one stone.
Friedman believed that what he could think of, the Aklan Empire could not fail to think of.
so……
The middle-aged wizard shook his head and frowned, saying, "It wasn't done by the Aklan Empire. It was either a thief wizard who was greedy for money, or a hostile force of the Sith Chamber of Commerce."
After he finished speaking, his black hair suddenly turned gray, and he looked much older.
Logically speaking,
A fourth-level mage can live for 150 years, and a fifth-level mage can live for 200 years.
A sixth-level wizard like Friedman can live for at least 300 years.
Now, he is only halfway through his life, so this situation should not exist, but excessive pressure has caused his hair to turn white in the blink of an eye.
Ultimately, it's all psychological.
Friedman was unwilling to give up. He still had half of his life left. If he was promoted to the seventh level, he could live another 350 years!
then,
His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was possessed by a demon, and he said in a cold voice: "Don't these elven slaves like to defend?
Let's blow up this flying boat and give them enough time to defend themselves!"
The flying boat stores a massive amount of low-purity magic crystals inside as an energy source. Once detonated, its power cannot be underestimated.
Inside Carona's alchemical flying boat, the number of remaining magic crystals is still huge. Once detonated, the power will be no less than the full-strength attack of a peak seventh-level powerhouse.
If we want to break through the elves' defense in an instant, it seems that this is the only last resort.
Carona hesitated for a moment, but did not object. He simply asked, "Among us mages, how many have mastered the art of healing?
If the elves suffer heavy casualties, we can still rescue some."
"There are seven auxiliary mages in total. The healing skills they possess should be enough to keep the surviving elven slaves alive."
Friedman no longer cared how many elves he could capture. He only wanted to get the female elf who had many hidden cards.
I hope the value of this female elf can allow him to atone for his sins.
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