"Are you thinking that I don't want to participate in the devil's affairs?" Feich drove away the blacksmith and swordsman in a tent at the artisan camp, occupied and leaned on the smoke of the stove, and squinted his eyes to Kazmuk. "If you don't want to participate in the devil's affairs, how can you come to this place to build devices?"
"Because I owe debts, I have to pay them back." Kazmuk untied his clothes and exposed his chest. He wiped his hands, and a line of slave-bound runes in Purgatory Words appeared. "I still need to work for twelve years, so all I care about is work, that is, to make the craftsman camp run normally, create qualified siege equipment parts, and assemble them."
Feiqi reached out to touch the Purgatory Rune, his fingers emitted a breath of hell, and a more detailed rune appeared. "Oh, this is a soul contract made by the Contract Demon, but I only see the work you need to take on. Why did you sell yourself?"
"I've forgotten." Kazmuk shook his head: "That was a hundred and forty years ago, and my memory is not that long. Maybe I will investigate this matter after I have gained freedom, or not... I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Next time I encounter this kind of thing, remember to at least raise my weapons, even if I can make my reputation stronger."
"Sir, I'm frank, I'll do nothing next time I encounter such a thing." The Fire Dwarf shook his head slowly and said, "The superior of the ForkBone is a deep-sourcing demon named Kurdan. If it pursues his subordinates' death, I think you are not an opponent."
Kurdan? Isn’t that the Deep Demon who sent Feiqi to the camp? This is so strange. Why can’t Kurdan’s subordinates get along with him? Why has Kurdan never raised the ForkBone to be the headmaster of this camp? Feiqi couldn’t figure it out. The best guess is that Kurdan understands the ForkBone’s temper and wants to use his own hands to remove this subordinate, or wants to use his subordinates to try his personality. He shook his head and said to Kazmuk: “Then you can raise your weapon and follow the Deep Demon to the Deep Demon to the Enchant Demon, stupid! But... no matter whether you are really stupid or wise or stupid, at least you can do your job well? Simply put, what is this camp doing all day?”
"There are three products in the camp: catapults, catapults and mobile arrow towers. The artisan camp is busy with these three things. We also cast incendiary bombs and viscous bombs, and sometimes we also make some weapons such as spears and machetes. We don't make armor. It takes too much time to tailor it, and our work pressure has been very high."
"I saw the trencher on the edge of the cliff. How far can that thing hit?"
"The range of five thousand meters is already the limit of the steel trench."
Feiqi almost sprayed a mouthful of water. Yongli Continent also has a catapult that uses gravity and force arm principles, but it has a range of only 100 meters. The giant catapult on the wall of the Holy Three Castle can fly out of two thousand meters with the help of the terrain drop, which is already a very "shocking weapon". The devil catapult on the cliff outside is about the same size as that of the Holy Three Castle, and its height drop is far inferior. It can actually have a range of five thousand meters?
“How did it do it?”
"Uh, do you want the design drawing of a trencher? I usually carry it with you." The fire dwarf untied a red leather bag from his belt, untied the tightly bound red rope, and there were two palm-sized leather pieces inside, densely filled with small characters on the fly head, and full of schematic diagrams.
"Stay all, I want to take a closer look. Are there any other dungeons in the camp? Oh, just have it." Feiqi directly asked the fire dwarf to leave the skin and everything, and then asked him to prepare some materials from the warehouse and find him a tent that is not disturbed. He wanted to see these designs by himself and understand the situation of the camp as soon as possible.
Leaders are generally divided into several types: good leaders, hard-working leaders, general leaders, blind commanders, bad leaders. Feiqi is at least not in command. What will happen if the camp leaves himself? In fact, it won’t be like. Devils are all creatures of order. All activities have long been standardized, as long as they continue to be maintained. At least in the past three hundred years, this rule has not been problematic, and there has been no signs of problems recently. Why should Feiqi modify it?
This is not Minas Ishir, he does not need to be responsible for the devils here.
The tent of a supervisor in the siege weapon camp has been preserved, and now it is naturally belonged to Feiqi. In order to prevent accidents, Feiqi asked someone to clean up all the things inside and find a warehouse to store them separately. The new tent is temporarily enough for tables and chairs. However, this cleaning made him accidentally discover a downward metal secret door under the original supervisor's seat, leading to the inside of the mountain. Although he was very curious, Feiqi had no time to check it carefully for the time being, but only ordered Kazmuk to take all the nearest inventory and production documents of the camp, and then locked himself in the tent, and did not allow anyone to disturb him.
The time for summoning is up.
Less than a day before and after, Feich's identity in hell changed drastically, and he had begun to master and manage a siege equipment camp. And when he returned to the mortal world, he also filled his private bags from the camp's inventory and collected all the magic materials he had been looking for. He had inquired about these things in Minas Ishir and the Holy Trinity Castle, but no one knew about them. However, on the devil's territory, it was not a precious thing at all, nor much value.
"Compared with hell, we are really behind here!" Feiqi took out all the fragments in his arms, as happy as a devil who had stole a landmine. Well, this metaphor is a bit bad, and it may be a bit unlucky.
"What does hell look like?" Shani asked as she helped Fitch sort things out.
"A place where the order of the strong rule the weak is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, a huge battlefield. If you can climb to the top in hell, life is pretty good. If you are at the bottom, life, dignity, etc., it is not your own, and it is also very miserable. But I went around the market in hell, where things from all worlds are very rich, and we really can't compare to this."
"It sounds OK," Shani said: "In many places, ordinary people cannot eat enough, they cannot be treated when they are sick, and the life and dignity of the knights do not belong to them. In Minas Ishir, a large number of potatoes can at least fill their stomachs. The model territory of the Chingshu has more doctors than other places."
"But I still feel that it's not good enough. To put it bluntly, if you can't even compare to hell, what else is better in the world?" Feiqi stroked Shani's veil and said, "In fact, everything is fake. Only development is real, and only continuous progress is the only truth. We can make a little progress: I will make a talisman that suppresses paralysis ability as soon as possible."
"Don't you need a break? You just came back from hell."
"No, I find it doesn't work," said Feiqi. "I am using the body of the Demon Demon. The breath of hell can help me recover. My white-winged Demon Demon clone has regained its vitality and it will not take long to use it. The devils do not need sleep, at least they do not need it in hell. They are all working day and night. I have been sleepy in the mortal world, but I don't feel like this in hell, and I have all rested."
Fitch really showed off his full enthusiasm to work, while dealing with the affairs of the territory and school, while also having the energy to create amulets. Shani looked at Fitch silently, feeling a little worried. Will this inhuman continuous working state cause any harm to Fitch? Will he unknowingly like hell more than the mortal world?
So, when the six hours of mortal time ended and Feichi was about to return to hell, Shani took out the "psychological test question and answer". "I'm sorry for you." Feichi said embarrassedly: "Don't be nervous, I'll answer the question now."
So Feiqi sat down cross-legged on the ground, and then the firelight around him began to answer the psychological analysis test questions he had prepared. Beside him, the flames were burning in the iron basin, and the swaying light kept shaking in his eyes. He began to sweat, definitely not because of the heat - the demon of desire is not afraid of the flames of the mortal world - but because of the cold. He found that his first reaction on many questions was different from before, so how could he not let him sweat coldly?
These questions were written by himself. Fitch was of course familiar with the questions and answers, but the key point of the test was to look at the first reaction in his mind. For the same questions, different answers may appear, some may be because of their progress in knowledge, experience, and knowledge, while others may be because of subtle influence. Fitch found that he had new views on some questions, and these views—objectively—become extreme, cruel, and some closer to hell.
So after completing this answer, he did not go back to hell immediately, but asked Shani to take out the "last light of hope" and pray quietly to it. Meditation and meditation made him gradually calm down, and reflection made him return to his original heart. His eyes stared at the light in the crystal bottle, and the existence of hope reminded him to look in a good direction when things happened. Faith is a power that can transform people more than punishment.
Feichi went to Hell more than an hour later than originally scheduled, but he thought the time was absolutely worth it.
Look at the spells arranged before leaving. No one came in to disturb them during this period. This was at least good news. Unlock the spell of protection, push open the curtain of the tent, and the dry and hot air of hell came towards him, and a different atmosphere filled it. "Is something happened?" Feiqi asked the little devil beside him. It worked with the other twelve little devils as Feiqi's messengers, but once they found the opportunity, they would immediately strive to go to the mortal world and lure the soul into depravity.
"The devil has appeared and used teleportation to reach the front line for reconnaissance. It seems that the battle will start soon." A little devil rubbed his hands and said, "Sir, the last time our stone-treating camp was very good. This time, he may be attacked by the devil. Please protect us!"
"Protect you? Hehe." Feiqi ignored it and then became more and more skillful in changing the topic: "You mentioned the results of war. Who is responsible for counting the results of war on the battlefield? What's the use of these results?"
"Sir, you don't even know this, so you came to the front line?" A little devil had just finished complaining, and was flapped out with a wing. The remaining little devils rushed forward and said, "Generally, they are responsible for counting the results of war. They will fly around like flies and record the hits of the trenchers. And those demons who want to attack the camp but are killed are also included in the results of war. These results will be converted into soul larvae and gold as the maintenance cost of the camp. The devils get soul larvae, and craftsmen in other worlds get gold."
"What is the current income and expenditure situation? What will happen to the camp if there is no result at all?"
"Sir, the first problem is to make people difficult. Only the senior officials will know the income and expenditure. However, we all know that if there is no result, the camp will be cancelled within a few months. Craftsmen and stone-populated soldiers may stay, but you will definitely be replaced."
"It's all nonsense!" Feiqi didn't give the little devil a good look at it at all. It was completely unnecessary. "Say something useful. Has the captain of the stone-casting soldiers been selected? If it is selected, let them come to see me!"
It didn't take long for the three captains to arrive. They were all barb demons, and the barb machete never left their hands, but they didn't dare to put them in front of Fitch. It could be seen with the naked eye that these three barb demons had been in this class for a long time. They were stronger, more cunning, and better equipped. In addition to the barb machetes that had produced their natal life, they were all equipped with machetes and light crossbows that could be used skillfully, and some potions with unknown functions were in pockets that were easily pulled out at the waist. And most importantly, they were equipped with fitted scales, which was not an easy task for their bodies covered with spikes. They had to have enough money to buy them and live long enough to wait for it to complete.
"You two are waiting outside, come in with me." Feiqi asked the three barbarian demons to go in one after another, ask them about the same questions, and then he could get a relatively accurate answer. In this way, he could know a lot about bloody battles, the devils and the camp.
Bloody battles are a consumption for the devil and have to be carried out, but not at all. Devils and demons are similar in the need to obtain souls, but chaos is relatively easier than order. It is possible to eliminate demons as much as possible in bloody battles, reduce their number, and reduce the influence of demons in the mortal world in disguise. Since the devil's war loss ratio is relatively better in battles, it is still profitable for the time being.
For each camp, the battle loss ratio is the most important assessment indicator, and at this point, the long-range siege weapon camps have taken a lot of advantages - but there have been some bad signs recently.
Chapter completed!