Chapter 584 Alloy Missile

The Kingdom of Saint Chio is known as the Kingdom of Magic, but their number of red-robed mages is not large, and the number of people among the people will not exceed the scale of a hundred. In fact, there are only twenty or thirty people who follow the instructions of the royal family or the Mage Tower.

Judging from the level of preciousness, the Red Robe Mage is no less than the Paladins, and his status is respectful. It would be a waste of their lives to make them give up their power and magic.

When Chen Yi was silent, Timothy had already started to think about who could sacrifice.

Losing any red-robed mage will be a damn bad. The Kingdom of Saint Chio has just returned to the powerful country sequence. If possible, he is indeed unwilling to lose the Red-robed mage.

However, if the master strongly requests... Timothy is the master's likes and dislikes.

About three or five minutes later, Chen Yi took the lead in asking: "Can any red robed mage be able to do it?"

The serious atmosphere made people feel heart-wrenching. Timothy and others quietly breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Yes, master, as long as the Red Robe Master is willing to lose his dedication, any Red Robe Master can make it."

The magic level that instantly declines will bring huge amounts of original energy, and the amount is so large that it is often impossible for a great magician to retrieve. It is actually a làng fee to make a scroll.

Chen Yi was not very concerned about Timothy's attitude. He started from his own considerations and asked: "I heard that your war on the front line went smoothly. Can you find some captive red-robed mages to make scrolls?"

"This..." Timothy lowered his head and whispered: "Master, all the Red Robe Mages are protected by the Mage Tower, and it is not allowed to force them to lose their magic level. Moreover, there are only 7 Red Robe Mages we captured alive."

For many mages, the country is one thing, and the mage world is another.

Chen Yi smashed his mouth, smiled, and said, "It's better than losing his own red robe mage. If you are worried about reputation, then another way. Now there should be many small countries asking for peace from you, right?"

Speaking of war, the wizard Timothy couldn't help but be proud, and became humble twice, and said with a smile: "The Western Front has long been defeated, and the Eastern Front coalition has also fallen apart. Now only the barbarian legions are still resisting step by step. It is a matter of time before other unsuccessful kingdoms are occupied."

"Then, you might be able to propose to these small countries to make one or two 'aging' scrolls."

Chen Yi stopped, while Timothy began to start thinking.

If the scroll was added to the negotiations, it would naturally bypass a series of treaties adhered to by the Mage Tower. The question now is whether those kingdoms are willing, or whether they have the ability to sacrifice one or two red-robed mages.

In some small kingdoms, there are usually only a few red-robed wizards, and there are also many principalities with only one red-robed wizard who was invited.

Let’s not talk about these mages from other countries, the red robes of their own country are often quite patriotic. Especially those principalities with only one red robes of their own country are usually more dedicated than those of the masters of great powers.

From the perspective of the Kingdom of Saint Chio, losing one or two red robes will also be fatal to these kingdoms, and it will be difficult for them to regroup in the next fifty years.

Thinking of this, Timothy nodded quietly and said, "Master, I will organize people to do this later. I wonder how many aging scrolls do you need?"

"How many pieces are needed to kill a dragon?"

Timothy didn't dare to lie and gritted his teeth and said, "The best situation is two. If it fails, it will start over."

It took 50 years to cultivate a red robe and two aging scrolls to contribute all the strength of the two small priests. The legendary wizards of that year actually rely on the accumulation of the Dragon Palace for many years.

Chen Yi estimated that the number of temples in the Western Continent alone would be no less than 20. If each temple had multiple dragons...

"The more, the better." Chen Yi gave such an answer, and before Timothy could react, he asked, "What materials do you need?"

"The paper for 12-level scrolls is preferably metal." After the paper made of hardwood such as sandalwood is treated in a special way, it is possible to produce 12-level scrolls. For Chen Yi, these are not a problem at all. Metal paper is not difficult, but the difficult one is 12-level metal paper.

However, it has been three years since Chen Yi invested in the paper products company and has developed thousands of special papers. I think there are always suitable ones.

"I'll find a way to find it, and in addition, I will increase the supply of supplies to you."

"Thank you, Master." Timothy's face suddenly burst out. The Kingdom of Saint Chio is almost at the stage of infinite use of scrolls. In this case, an ordinary mage can exert the power of a great mage. This is the main guarantee for the victory of the Saint Chio army.

Chen Yi started to purchase frantically when he returned to China. The global output of iridium osmium alloy is not high, partly because of the scarcity and partly because of the lack of demand. However, their inventory is quite large and the actual reserves are not low. In addition to various recycling methods, in addition to raising prices, there is no shortage of quantity.

After these iridium osmium alloys were sent, they were made into sharp spears, sharp bullets, and sharp missiles. Especially the Northern Industrial Company, which made missiles, hated Chen Yi's request.

What kind of evil taste does it take to destroy the aerodynamic flow line and to make a sharp long nose at the front of the missile? And it is made of iridium osmium alloy - in fact, Chen Yi also asked the missile to fly faster. Even if the engineers explained to him that this air-to-ship and ground-to-ship missile could penetrate the 200mm deck, it would have no effect.

The dragon's skin is much harder than the 200mm steel plate.

Chen's equipment purchasing department is fast in and out, and in just one week, he almost bought iridium osmium stocks from countries around the world. When people who follow the trend want to hype often, there is almost nothing to buy.

Northern Industrial Group urgently completed 4 missiles and dozens of super spears, but on the eve of the upcoming delivery to the Western Continent, Chen Yi stopped Mo Shaoqiu and whispered: "The ship carrying the missiles is paused, don't send it to the Western Continent for now."

He didn't want to "terrorize" the dragon without the scroll, and God knew what weird abilities those strange guys had.

Mo Shaoqiu didn't understand it very much and frowned: "The Western Continent is the safest place, and it is still risky to stay in Jiangning."

"I'll say hello to Zhu Guangliang and park it for another half a month, up to one month."

"One month," Mo Shaoqiu said helplessly: "There are missiles installed in it, and it is parked for one month... Forget it, I dare say that there is no arms dealer like me in the world. He prepares it a few weeks in advance and then puts it in one of the largest ports in the world, but it won't be transported out."

Chen Yi smiled and patted Mo Shaoqiu on the shoulder: "Don't worry."

However, container ships docked far more than a month.

Because the production of the 12-level metal paper required for the scroll is quite difficult, and in order to convince some red-robed mages of the principalities, just 30 days is not enough.

The missile-loaded ship floated on the Jiangbei Wharf.

The agents on the other side of the ship bought KFC and McDonald's, ate bread and roasted ròu, and the whole person had a sore mouth, but they didn't wait for the ship to ship to ship. Anyone who bought 4 missiles had enough reason to be monitored.

And above the southern pier near Xijiang Port, in a rusty box, two guys who survived by compressed biscuits and mineral water were simply going crazy.

"Wait for another day, and there is no change. We will go back and report, saying that we are lost." The unshaven man looked up at the computer screen, and the latter was directly connected to the camera in front, facing Jiangbei Pier 3 kilometers away.

In order to get into this container, they consumed a lot of resources.

"You said this yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, and we haven't lost it yet. The box containing the missile is inside. I watched the video several times, but it has not been taken away."

"No matter how you say it, that missile... is so weird."

The unshaven man frowned twice: "It's weird that your feet are, what does it smell like?"

"I said I wanted to wash my feet last week, but you won't let me. Now do you understand?"

"Don't blame it like your wife, he is a good person. I thought it was a weekly mission before I went out. Who knew that I had been there for three months. The people who ate this biscuit were really disgusting."

"The compressed biscuits and mineral water behind will be another month. If the boat does not move, we can start drinking niào. Should we change it?"

"Don't say it's so disgusting, wait..."

"Replace it?"

"Your stinky feet don't want to drink my niào... There's something going on in that boat." The unshaven man adjusted the focal length of the camera.

"Are you going to the dry dock?"

"It's new goods, and they shipped the new goods on board."

The stinky man jumped up, put his hand that had just picked up his feet on the keyboard, and said while looking: "Container truck, old car, new container, numbered and re-brushed, with traces of reinforcement on the corners... It's similar to the box that loads missiles."

"There are 6 boxes here, are there six more missiles?"

"Impossible, this is the most advanced ground-to-ship missile." The unshaven man said, his eyes wide open and involuntarily said: "Do you know how much it can be sold for 10 ground-to-ship missiles?"

"There must be a lot of people willing to buy..."

"No ship in the world can guarantee to block such a missile, let alone passenger ships." The unshaven man tickled his mouth and his face was full of greed.

The stinky foot man asked carefully: "Will you notify the organization?"

"I'm really reluctant to let it go. Forget it, let's notify you. We can't afford 10 missiles, at least 100 million US dollars. If we organize the sale, it can be worth 1 billion."

"I will be satisfied if the organization can reward 1 million yuan." The stinky man said as he started to put on his clothes, a smile appeared on his face.

Being able to get out of this damn container is about 1 million more exciting than being able to do it.

The unshaven man opened his mobile phone and changed the number of an advertisement email to 10. He pressed the send button and then smiled and said, "I think the old man in the organization must be more uncomfortable than us. The things from the Chen family in Jiangning look good or not."
Chapter completed!