Chapter 44: Magic Crystal Shotgun

The old dwarf noticed that Joan had been staring at his warhammer, a proud arc appeared on the corner of his lips, he held up the warhammer and said to Joan, "Young man, don't blink!"

After speaking, Fang Luo threw the war hammer out of his hand, and flew 30 feet away with a whistling sound, hitting a rock half a person's height in the middle, smashing the rock to pieces with a bang.

"Come back!" The old dwarf beckoned, and the warhammer flew backwards as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and fell firmly into Flint Anvil's grasp.

"Wow! This hammer is so powerful, it flies like a boomerang!" Candy clapped his hands in praise, his eyes lit up.

"Magic flying hammer, the heirloom of the Anvil clan." The old dwarf smiled proudly, and then resumed his serious face, "It's getting late, we have to hurry, but before that, we need to hire a reliable guide."

Joan heard what the old dwarf meant, and gave Kandy a wink. Kandy nodded knowingly, turned around and ran to the waterwheel by the river, and called out Nick and his brother in the wood language, asking them to lead the way for this small expedition.

"Two dwarves and a wolfhound...Sister Druid, you and Mister Mage only have these helpers?" Sissy looked at the people on the shore who were ready to go, and had to suspect that they were going to trouble a large group of water ghosts. To die together.

"Since we are looking for your siblings to lead the way, we are sure to win." Conti looked more confident than Flint.

"That's it..." Sissy reluctantly nodded, "Aside from leading the way, what else can Jerry and I do to help you?"

Kandy thought for a while, then turned to his companion and asked, "Fighting water ghosts will inevitably involve wading. Everyone can swim, right?"

"A little bit, but not proficient, Jamie swims as fast as a fish." Joan replied. Jamie nodded and hummed, indicating that his swimming skills were indeed as good as the little master said.

"Uh... sorry, I can't swim." Tom looked embarrassed.

"We dwarves are not good at swimming, just be careful not to be dragged into the lake by water ghosts." Flint said nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to swim. Our Nickelodeon has a supernatural ability, which can make people who are not able to swim temporarily get the physique of breathing underwater. Even if they are dragged into the lake by water ghosts, there is no need to panic." Jerry said with a smile.

"Then there's nothing to worry about!" Flint waved his hand, "Tom brings the horse, and we're on our way, trying to get to the lake before dark!"

Tom led four horses at once. Flint, assisted by his nephew, mounted the tallest and mightiest white stallion, and Tom chose a stocky gray pony with the same short legs as himself, and left the two medium-sized black ponies to Joe. Ann and Conti.

Kandy is an Asa girl who grew up on horseback, which is as easy as walking. Joan's riding skills were taught by his grandfather, and his level is not bad. After a period of adaptation, he can gallop freely.

Mr. Flint was in the lead, followed by Joann, Candy and Tom, and Jamie the half-breed winter wolf followed closely behind his master's horse, running as fast as the horse. Sissy and Jerry swam fast in the river, leading the way for the knights on the bank.

A group of four galloped along the river bank on horseback, attracting curious eyes from many passers-by along the way. When approaching the entrance of the town, there was a sudden call from behind.

"Hey—wait a minute!"

Joan reined in the reins quickly, turned the horse's head to look for the sound, and saw the Tyndall brothers chasing them on horseback from a distance.

"Joan, where are you going? What a big battle!" Dick asked excitedly.

Before Joan could speak, Flint turned around and said angrily, "Get out of the way! We're going to get down to business, and we don't have time to chat with you two brats!"

"Mr. Flint, you can't say that. Joan and Conti are younger than us. If you take them to work, why can't you bring me and Dick?" Roger said plausibly, "How can I He and Dick are also your students, if the instructor has something to do, the students should help!"

"Hey! You little brat, you are really eloquent!" The old dwarf smiled and shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to take you two with me, it's just that this trip is too dangerous. If you two have any mistakes, I can't tell Jason explain."

"Don't worry, we can take care of ourselves!" Dick said impatiently, "Wherever you go, be sure to take Roger and me with you!"

"But you don't have armor or weapons, so you won't be able to help if you go." Flint looked embarrassed.

"What's so difficult about this, just wait a moment, we'll go home and get the equipment right away!" Dick turned his horse's head and ran away. Roger hurriedly followed, while galloping wildly, he turned his head and told everyone not to leave, the two brothers would be back soon.

"You two brats, just like to join in the fun!" The old dwarf looked at the backs of the two proud disciples, shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle, it's good to bring Dick and Roger. These two brothers are not much worse than me in strength. Maybe they can help." Tom said with a smile.

Flint gave his nephew an annoyed look. He really didn't know where he got the confidence to think that he was stronger than Roger and Dick.

The Tyndale brothers didn't keep everyone waiting, and came back at a gallop within a quarter of an hour. Dick put on a shiny breastplate, and hung a battle-axe and a large shield on either side of the saddle. Roger was wearing inlaid leather armor, a dagger on his waist, and a short-barreled shotgun slung across his back.

"Hey! Roger, you even stole your father's treasure!" Tom whistled exaggeratedly when he saw Roger was carrying a shotgun.

Weapons such as "guns" are expensive and rare high-end goods no matter in the old continent or the new continent, and ordinary people may not have the opportunity to touch them once in a lifetime. Among the major powers in the Vales world, except for Feizhen who used the magic crystal rifle as standard equipment for elite infantry, none of the other countries had installed this new type of weapon on a large scale in their troops. As for the shotguns held by the folks, most of them are high-priced custom-made luxury goods, and the holders are mostly noble gentlemen or wealthy businessmen, and they are used to decorate the ostentation of fox hunting on vacation. For example, the short-barreled shotgun in Roger's hand is worth five hundred gold duga at least--this is not counting the cost of replenishing the magic crystal later. The hunters who really make a living by hunting can't afford such expensive firearms.

Joan had read the structural diagram of a shotgun in a book, but it was the first time he had seen the real thing. Out of curiosity, he borrowed a shotgun from Roger to observe it carefully. The mahogany stock is covered with a layer of translucent patina, which feels very heavy and comfortable to the touch. The left side of the brass-forged gun body has a loading slot. According to Roger, it can be filled with ordinary lead bullets and shotgun shells. The latter is many small steel balls wrapped in lead skin. Prey in a 60-foot cone in front of it wreaks havoc.

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