Chapter 588 The Proving Ground of Fort Wych

The surface of Fort Vicky is a lush forest, with flowers, grass, trees, deer, horses and creatures, and the small rivers are flowing. It is really a land of great vitality!

However, you can't see even half a person.

Why is this?

The reason is simple - dwarves and goblins are a group of people who like to live underground.

Their living area is more than thirty meters underground, and their working area starts from sixty meters underground and extends to hundreds of meters.

If we look at the way of life alone, dwarves and goblins are the most bizarre group of existences in Zephyr Continent.

We took the elevator and slowly went down a hundred meters underground along a quite spacious tunnel.

Here, there is a spacious testing ground, which is specially used to test some new gadgets that are not too powerful or too small.

As soon as they got off the elevator, dozens of busy goblins stopped what they were doing, nodded to Dewey, and then continued to work.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but say: "Dewey, how high is your status?"

Dewey smiled slightly and said: "Second only to the Goblin King."

Now it is clear that I actually have a friend whose status is second only to the supreme ruler. This really makes me feel extremely honored.

Soon, Dewey took me to the dressing room. When he opened the closet, dozens of spacesuit-like clothes were exposed. As he was putting them on, he said, "You can also choose one to try."

I didn't move, not because I didn't want to choose, but because I didn't have a choice.

If my eyesight is correct, even the largest piece of these protective suits is no more than 1.5 meters tall. On Earth, perhaps only petite girls or children could wear them.

As a young man like me, who is close to 1.8 meters tall, I am completely unable to control such a pocket-sized suit.

No, I can't say for sure, but there are only two possibilities: first, I can shrink my bones; second, I can be stretched to pieces.

Obviously, Dewey soon discovered something was wrong with this. He laughed awkwardly and said to me: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't wear protective clothing. Judging from the power of those things, they won't do too much harm to you." Big damage."

Hey, don't go, stop, and explain to me what the last 'bar' means!

Officially entering the test site, it is as spacious as six or seven football fields, and many goblins are holding all kinds of strange gadgets to test their power.

In the farthest place, there were two goblins holding up a cylindrical tube, which looked like a rocket launcher.

Just when I was thinking wildly, I heard a loud noise, and a round, dark sphere shot out from one end of the cylindrical tube and flew rapidly towards the target dozens of meters away. Then, there was a bang and the target was blown into pieces.

What the hell!

This damn thing is not a rocket launcher, what else could it be!

"How about it, doesn't that thing look very powerful?" Dewey pointed his chin in the direction of the rocket launcher and said arrogantly: "That's a recent invention, we call it a gunpowder barrel."

Powder Keg. This name may be as vulgar as it is, but the right to name it is inviolable. Therefore, I still respect the name "Powder Keg".

"Powder cartridge?" I asked, "It looks very powerful, but isn't the recoil a bit strong?"

The two goblins carrying the gunpowder tubes, together with the gunpowder tubes on their shoulders, flew four to five meters away. Fortunately, they were protected by protective clothing, otherwise they would have fallen so hard that even his mother would not recognize them.

Even so, the two goblins who rolled up from the ground pulled off their hoods and hugged each other with crazy cheers.

"Forgive their impulsiveness," Dewey said to me with a look of relief on his face: "They are rejoicing in their success."

Then, we visited the improved firecracker test site and saw that the shape was out of the scope of the firecracker and more like a small rifle.

It is difficult for a person to fully master this thing with the small arms and legs of a goblin. Moreover, whether it was in the last life on earth or in this life in Zephyr Continent, I have never tested the power of fire guns. This opportunity cannot be missed, so , I decided to take the initiative to try to improve the power of the rifle.

He raised the gun with one hand, closed one eye, aligned the crosshair with the center of the target more than ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and a ball of gunpowder came out from behind the gun, which made me choke and cough.

No wonder Loki's face turned black every time he used the fire blunderbuss, as if he had just crawled out of the coal stove. No one could change this thing to clean it!

He wiped his face and looked at the target. Hey, don't tell me, although this thing is dirty to use, it is very powerful. It was just a lead bullet and it penetrated the thick wooden target more than ten meters away. , if it were replaced by other fire guns, it might not be as powerful as it is.

Before Dewey could say anything, the experimenter ran up to me and asked me, "Do you have any experience using it?"

Reviews?

I thought about it and said, "It's very powerful, but when you shoot, there will be smoke from behind, which can easily choke people."

"Oh, oh" he continued to ask while recording: "When you fired the gun, how did you feel it in the hand, and how was the recoil? Do you feel there was any deviation in the accuracy? When you first fired, it was directly Aiming for the bullseye?”

Facing his series of questions, I felt a little dizzy and turned to look at Dewey. Dewey shrugged and said he was helpless, so I had no choice but to say: "Can you ask me one question at a time?"

"Oh, okay." The goblin's attitude was very serious.

Then, he really asked me question after question.

Naturally, I answered his questions one by one.

When all this was completed, the tester rushed out of the test site excitedly, completely forgetting that I still held the gun used in the test in my hand.

I shook the blunderbuss at Dewey and asked him what to do with this.

Dewey waved his hand casually: "I'll give it to you, take it as a gift."

So I happily accepted the firecracker. Speaking of which, the power of the firecracker that Loki is using seems to be much worse than this one.

Then, we visited some experiments on throwing bombs. To be honest, the weapons they developed were no less powerful than the weapons of the same level developed by the scientists on Earth, or even worse. It’s just that I am very curious, why is the scenery and environment of their surrounding areas not affected at all?

Dewey told me: “We preferred the ecology of Fort Witch to the weapons.”

It dawned on me.