Chapter Sixty: Devil

  Mo Yan returned to Leifengya and began to tame the human-faced bird. This flying demon may be due to its fondness for eating fish, and its intellectual development is not bad, already knowing how to build a huge nest that can accommodate all its companions. And it has also developed a certain level of civilization, with a clear management organization.

  This allows Mo Yan to save a lot of time, after all, if they are like the corner demons or cow-headed people, some individuals can't even express their basic meaning. In that case, Mo Yan really needs to consider incorporating these bird-faced people directly into the demon army as flying cannon fodder.

  The human-faced bird has a slender body like that of a young girl, with some pink down feathers on its belly, and its limbs are entirely avian in shape. Its voice is also indistinguishable from that of birds. In each group of human-faced birds, there exists a queen who manages the entire flock. Whoever can defeat the heavily guarded human-faced bird queen will gain control over the entire flock.

  Based on the characteristics of the human-faced birds, Mo Yan equipped them with suitable leather armor and thin iron helmets, giving them some defensive capabilities without affecting their mobility. In terms of weapons, the human-faced birds were fitted with claw hooks, a device that could be worn on their bird claws, replacing their naturally sharp talons and making them more aggressive.

  But in fact, the claw hook is only a weapon they use reluctantly. The real standard equipment is Mo Yan's latest crossbow and throwing bombs made with the technology of the Grey Dwarves. The human-faced bird has an advantage in the air, not only having a good shooting view but also making up for the lack of power of the crossbow.

  Grenades made of black powder, although somewhat cumbersome and still requiring an open flame to ignite, were already a decent killing weapon. It's hard to imagine hundreds of bird-faced men shooting at the legion formation in the air, then igniting the throwing bombs on their backs and diving into the bombing, and it's estimated that any legion would suffer a considerable loss from such a blow in the wild.

  Mentioning the throwing of bombs, one can't help but talk about black gunpowder. It's something that can be said to be the most heartbreaking thing for Mo Yan. When Mo Yan first started mining, he began to pay attention to the materials used to make explosives. After returning from the underground city, after finally collecting all the materials, the gunpowder made was completely useless! This situation would make Mo Yan's demolition instructor so angry that he would run to another world and torture him to death!

  But the fact is that no matter how many times Mo Yan experimented, and no matter how many times he changed the material ratio, it was impossible to ignite, and even if it could be ignited, it would only burn like charcoal without any explosion. So Mo Yan had no choice but to abandon this thing, attributing all the reasons to the world.

  After declaring war on Thunder Bluff in the Council of Tirisfal, a group of gnomes from the research center found Mo Yan and took out their black gunpowder. They said it could help Thunder Bluff defend itself, but after Mo Yan looked at the strange formula, he felt that he had indeed been deceived by the world.

  But fortunately, Mo Yan finally had a big killer. Although the gray dwarf's configuration was called black gunpowder, it actually had nothing to do with gunpowder in terms of power or production. However, after all, it is an explosive weapon, and its insufficient power can be made up for by quantity.

  Then there was a grenade with a shell mark, with two cloth strips on the back of a bird's face, such a ridiculous thing. Because the power of gunpowder is not enough, the volume of the grenade is very large, and one bird can carry one almost to the limit.

  In addition to the special crossbow being caught in its claws, ordinary Harpy can hardly fly normally. This makes the Thunderhoof's air force need to be accompanied by not a few earth elementals and other demons to help transport equipment, and also needs to strengthen the physical training of Harpies during peacetime.

  The aerial combat method, Mo Yan, who has never been a fighter pilot, has no say in this matter. He can only fabricate some combat methods based on what he has heard and imitate the formation of two planes flying together, with one as the lead plane and the other as the wingman. What effect this approach will have remains to be tested by time.

  Just as Mo Yan was busy with various things in Leifengya, the defeated army of the Parliament City Alliance also returned to the Parliament City.

  One by one, the warriors with gloomy faces walked silently into the city gate of the parliament. There were still some decorations on the street that had not been removed in time, making the defeated warriors' heads even more depressed. The residents on both sides of the street carefully sized up this team, hoping to find their own relatives.

  Some people wailed and fell to the ground upon hearing news of their loved ones, while more clenched their fists and silently endured the news of their sons or husbands or brothers being killed in battle. The Sart people do not like to cry; crying is something that only weak and timid people do, and it will not be favored by the god of war.

  "How could we be defeated! Why were we defeated!" The Speaker smashed one by one the decorations in his office, and even the large desk with a resin surface was overturned to the ground. The news of the defeat of the Parliament's allied forces made him unbearable, and his anger made his wrinkled face crack open.

  "It's said that the dark dragon's help is what allowed those monsters to win." The man from Marlo looked at the furious chairman and said, "I'm curious about how Raytheon got the friendship of the black dragon. Why didn't you guys get it? Didn't you send spies to investigate?"

  "How the hell do I know how those bastards are leaking information." The chairman, who had blown his top and made a mess of the office, picked up a chair and sat down panting: "I'll have the leaker hanged in court! He's cost the lives of twelve hundred soldiers!"

  "But in fact, it was you who started the war." The man said to the Speaker who was trying to shirk responsibility: "It was you who persuaded the City Council to agree to go to war and let the Chamber of Commerce of the City Council fund you. Now that the City Council has lost the war, all promises have become empty talk, and the products made by the craftsmen with great effort will be unsellable."

  "If there isn't a sum of money to help the Parliament City, then a large number of people will go bankrupt and become homeless, not to mention the compensation for the soldiers who died in battle. The Parliament City may still have some financial surplus, but this defeat will also greatly injure its vitality, do you think your people will forgive you?"

  "What are your intentions." The Speaker's years of political intuition made him immediately sense the man's metaphorical words: "If I were to be driven down from this podium, then the Parliament City would never again go to war with Thundercliff, and your intentions would not come to fruition. Now speak your mind, perhaps I can make it happen."

  "The original gift will not change." Upon hearing the Speaker's words, the man burst out laughing and said: "Moreover, I've heard that you have a good relationship with the commanders of several legions defending the city. You see, the City Council is such an eyesore, not only do they need to go through them for all sorts of things, but taxes are also restricted to be very low."

  "Why not disband them directly? Implementing the monarchical system and becoming the Emperor of Elan will surely make Parliament City even stronger. You've also seen the prosperity of Carthage and Malo, which is precisely because we have wise monarchs that they are so prosperous. And I think with your wisdom, you will also become a wise monarch."

  "I cannot do that!" The Speaker refused in a deep voice: "This violates the law of Eran, and no Speaker has ever done so. If I fail, I will be cursed for ten thousand years!"

  "So as long as we succeed, that's all that matters." The man continued to tempt him, saying: "The Parliament City can organize an even stronger army. With a population of nearly 100,000, there are only about 5,000 warriors, which is really pitifully small. If we recruit 10,000 Sault warriors from the population, Maro can provide some magic weapons that can harm the dragon clan. When the time comes to destroy Thunder Cliff, all the glory and wealth will belong to you. At that time, you will be able to retire in peace and restore the traditional laws of Eran, and your name will be remembered for generations to come."

  "This..." The Speaker's heart skipped a beat after hearing the man's words. If there were ten thousand Sault warriors equipped with special weapons, even a giant dragon would have nothing to be fearless about. Although it would be restrictive in terms of funding, if tax rates were increased and merchant guilds were forced to donate, everything could be resolved.

  At that time, having absolute power in the city, no one can stand up to resist. Leaving a good name for hundreds of generations is an extremely tempting word for a politician, let alone Thunder Cliff has a huge fortune. After killing the giant dragon and destroying Thunder Cliff, distributing those fortunes will also calm down the complaints of the people who are heavily taxed.

  For a moment, the Speaker seemed to have already seen it, after hundreds of years, his own statue stood on Parliament Square. He held a giant sword in his hand and stepped on the beheaded dragon under his feet, countless juniors discussed and praised his bravery, as well as the glory and wealth he brought.

  "It would absolutely be a good idea." The answer had already been obtained from the chairman's face, and the man's smile bloomed even more.

  "I've had enough!" The old chairman slammed his hand on the chair and stood up, shouting loudly.

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  Hong Hong Fei, your 120k word update is completely impossible to achieve~

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