"And then what?
"Then you blew me up, retard!" "Said Moros sullenly, looking at his sword broken in two.
...
After a dusty journey to the city, Alan carried Moros back to the safe house, and when he was under cover, Alan's first words were to ask Moros what had happened. All Alan knew was that Moros's forge had been invaded, and that he had come face to face with the invaders, and that the battle had ended with the Hammerman being frightened to death by the blade-enhanced lance, but Alan had no idea what had happened.
Moros was hurt, but they weren't too serious, and he'll be fine once he's dressed. On his way away, Alan used his wand to drive the wind, and was drained again by the throne of Steel, slumped limp in his chair as Moros explained what had happened.
The Yorkland Rebellion is growing strong in Saki, and it's starting to feel like it's home. It is accompanied by large-scale recruitment of talent, and those who refuse to cooperate and can not solve the problem with money will be directly kidnapped.
Moros grits his teeth again at Nova for breaking the rules, takes him on and sells his identity, only to find that when the Yorklanders need an alchemist, Moros is approached by Alfonso with a heavy hammer. The blacksmith, who was not yet an Owu, was no match for Alfonso, and had Alan not arrived in time, he would have been bundled into the cart and carried away.
"And then what?
"Then you blew me up, retard!" "Said Moros sullenly, looking at his sword broken in two.
Alan had indeed brought Moros to his rescue by the force of his staff, but the rifle had been so powerful that all Moros's things had been blown to pieces! Even Alfonso's enchanted breastplate could not withstand a blow from the throne of Steel, and without the enchanted sword, Moros could forge it no matter how hard!
Moros swore at the imbeciles, but he knew it was Alan's fault. After all, he was tied up and unable to move. But... You don't even swear at a broken sword? !
"Never mind," Moros said sullenly. "Why are you so strong all of a sudden?" This was the blacksmith's main concern. Moros had been wondering what the Arcane was going to do when he heard Alan's voice, and had always felt that he would have to report it to the police. But by the time the police arrived, Moros would be cold!
Did not think, was pressed into the car not long, the team was a gun directly poke scattered, even Wuji pull group of Aowu were beaten back! Then Moros saw Alan pull him out of the broken carriage...
After all, Moros had not thought that Alan would choose to go head-to-head, having barely drawn with him, and not being a pain in the ass against such a mighty Owu as Alfonso? Even if the strength is equal, there is no use, as long as the other side entangled, the team goes far, what is too late!
As a result... Alan swept the Yorklands away...
"Well... The staff is too strong..." Alan did not know how to describe it, and could only give a general answer.
'What's that? Moros did not know what to expect. How far could a common staff go? The staff is also an amplifier, the proportion is only about three or four, and the cost will increase proportionately, the effect will be very obvious in large scale combat, and the battle with the Owu has little effect.
In the face of incomprehension, Alan arranged his words: "I was actually releasing this," he said, uttering a little incantation. After a snap of his fingers, a tiny spark appeared on his forefinger, not to mention a flicker in the wind, or even a gust of wind, which went out immediately. I didn't mean to do this to you, but this thing is too hard to handle." In the end, Alan was apologetic. He had been trying to suppress the Artful power in consideration of the intensity of the amplification, but it had blown Moros out of the water.
Alan, worried that Moros would not believe him, pointed to the yawning Chuck beside him: "The core is what Chuck did, you ask him specific, I don't understand."
Moros had not been prepared to believe Alan's story, but Chuck, who had been suddenly asked, raised his head to be praised, and fell silent. Touch Kaka's head, for a long time to suppress a sentence: "Are you all so ferocious bacterials?"
"Cut! Also do not know whether Kaka heard Moros tone helpless, voice with pride.
"So what does normal fireball look like?"
Alan pointed to the gaping hole in the side wall and added, "But it will drain all its energy reserves."
"Got it." Moros sighed and decided to change the subject.
When all arcane miracles are linked to Mycorazim, they are no longer miracles. This is the helplessness of human beings, God as soon as possible.
"What are we going to do?"
"I'm sure we won't be able to stay around Blue Bay." "We must go to the north of the island. There are no Yorklanders there." The immediate task must be to get out of danger. Alan the High Arcane's powers were illusory after all. He had exhausted himself with his two flares and could not drink any more potion of power.
"Is your work done?"
"It was almost there," Moros grumbled, "and now it's all gone."
Alan was embarrassed. 'But we haven't got a carriage. We'll have to walk.
Moros thought it over and immediately offered a solution: "It's too far out here. We can go west into the wilderness and then around the mountains. Once out of Bibo Bay is the conservative sphere of influence, and they wouldn't dare enter it for ten thousand!"
During his years in Saki, Moros had learned the terrain around him, and knew better that the conservative chiefs of the North would never allow Yorklands to do anything wrong in their territory!