After the exercise, Phyllis, accompanied by Agatha, came to the lord's castle again. .
Walking into the office, Roland Wimbledon's expression was still the same as last time, and he did not show any pride, as if this was just a trivial matter.
However, at this meeting, she felt that the mortal sitting behind the mahogany table was obviously heavier, and the title in her mouth did not consciously use honorifics, "Your Majesty, before contacting the Taquila witch, I would like to first A few questions for you."
"Go ahead," Roland nodded.
"Can the defensive weapons you show be mass-produced?"
If the plan to find the Chosen One is unfavorable, the war with the devil will undoubtedly continue for many years. If this kind of weapon really needs nearly 10,000 mortals to manufacture, and the output cannot increase, Neverwinter City will still face a hard battle.
At that time, he can also gain more status for the Taquila survivors.
After all, the 100-odd God's Punishment Army controlled by witches is definitely a force to be reckoned with. When the fortress cannon is too late to deal with the siege beasts coming from all directions, they have to rely on them to kill a bloody path.
He smiled at the side, "First of all I have to point out that the fort gun is not a purely defensive weapon. Although it looks very heavy and difficult to carry by human or livestock, it is not a difficult problem for some vehicles. In fact , as long as it is slightly improved, it can be turned into a weapon with both offense and defense."
"Carrier... tool?" Phyllis repeated. Long before she came to the castle, she had heard Agatha say that when she talked to His Majesty, she would often come up with some awkward new words, most of which were straightforward. Happy to answer.
Sure enough, Roland rubbed his hands and said, "Anything that can carry it for action, such as the simplest... three-masted galleon, can be regarded as a kind of vehicle."
"But this kind of big ship can only sail in the whirlpool sea."
"I'm just giving an example. Neverwinter City, which will have vehicles that can travel freely on land, is already working on this kind of thing, although carrying fortress guns is probably just its sideline."
A weapon of war that can come and go freely on the road and carry such a heavy load? But listening to the king's words, it doesn't seem like it was specially prepared for artillery. Just when she wanted to ask a few more questions, Roland went on to say, "As for the issue of production, when the new generation of processing tools becomes popular, I believe it will cover the entire border city wall within a year or two."
This answer made Felice secretly take a deep breath. Cover the city walls within a year or two? Even with trebuchets and crossbows, it's impossible to make so many in a short period of time, right
If this is the case, Taquila's surviving witch may hardly be of any use.
It's a mixed answer, maybe they'll have a lower status than other witch groups, but... it's always good to pay less casualties.
However, in view of her previous experience, she decided not to question it for the time being, but changed the subject.
"I understand, Your Majesty. The second question is, I noticed during the artillery exercise that the last explosion didn't sound like a fortress cannon. Is it the most lethal means you currently have?"
When this question was asked, Phyllis noticed a strange smile on Roland's face, "If you look at the skills you have mastered, it can only be considered the lowest level."
"Lowest... gear?" she asked in surprise. "Can you make an explosion more powerful than that?"
"There is no end to the explosion," Roland shook his head, "The second level is the level of weapons that Neverwinter actually has at present, and then it is the third level... At that level, a city will be razed in one breath. It's not impossible to do on flat ground."
Phyllis was completely stunned. She instinctively wanted to think that this statement was nonsense, destroying a city at one time? That's not a power a mortal or a witch can have at all, only a god can do it. But seeing the other party's strangely shining eyes, she found that she couldn't easily veto these words.
In the end, she could only ask in a low voice, "What kind of weapon is that?"
Roland didn't answer directly, but slowly opened his mouth after drinking a sip of tea, "What do you think the scene of the last explosion was like?"
Does this have anything to do with your doubts? She closed her eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "A new sun."
If the smoke and dust are regarded as clouds, the orange-red fireball rising from it is undoubtedly the rising sun at dawn.
"That's right, it's just a round of crimson morning light, and the third-level weapon is the real sun." Roland raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was talking about a divine creation, "You can't look directly at it, because It will burn your eyes. If you get too close to it, the mere radiance will set you on fire. The temperature at its core can turn stone into gas, creating a blast that can knock down a house."
This description made Phyllis shudder, and she could no longer tell whether the other party was exaggerating, or whether it was really the case. "Then how to make it?"
"Two epic tasks have to be completed, one is called Bright Radiation, the other is called the distance of the sun, and"
"Your Majesty!" Agatha frowned and interrupted him.
"Please don't talk in your sleep at this time," Nightingale's voice also entered Phyllis's ears.
Epic quest? Bright radiation? She found herself unable to understand a word. Looking at Agatha, the latter reluctantly spread his hands to her.
"Ahem, it's very complicated, so I need more witches to advance my research work and accelerate the development of various technologies in Neverwinter." Roland coughed twice, "Of course, what you found in the ruins may not be the same. It can be helpful, so I hope to start a more in-depth negotiation as soon as possible.”
Phyllis gave the mortal king a mixed look, and then took off the ring in her hand. "According to the agreement, I will contact Pasha and the other survivors for you. When I crush this colorful magic stone, they will be able to sense my location, but if they want to talk directly, I am afraid it will take one to two days. Time...because I don't know when Pasha will have the magic core ready."
"Can we talk anywhere?"
"Yes, but if conditions permit, it is better to be in a more spacious place."
"Well... Then crush the magic stone in the reception hall, it will be more formal." Roland said to Agatha, "You can take her there."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After leaving the office, Phyllis took a deep breath.
She had done everything she could, and it was up to the rest of the survivors to react.