Broad World

"My gods! Dude! You've made a fortune!" Velva slapped Solaufen forcefully. She has been on the surface for many years, and she knows how much wealth this is, especially the land, which can definitely be called a great reward.

What does four square kilometers of arable land mean? Stanley Park, located in Vancouver, Canada, is the largest urban park in North America. It happens to be this number. According to normal development methods, it is enough to reclaim about 40,000 hectares and 6,000 acres of land. If there are enough farmers Labor can produce more than 2,000 tons of wheat every year, which alone is enough to ensure food and drink for a lifetime.

You must know that there is no such thing as a surplus of food in Faerun Continent. Years of wars have kept the people in this land in a state of semi-starvation, so there is no need to worry about finding buyers. As for one hundred thousand gold coins, it is a huge sum of money. According to the current purchasing power, as long as it is not squandered randomly, it is definitely enough for Solaufen to live out the rest of his life.

In the entire King of West Hartland, no nobleman has been able to obtain such a huge reward, even an important court official like Hawke can't match it. But considering that this dark elf male participated in and rescued the only male heir of the royal family, there should not be too many people who oppose it. Solaufen was taken aback by the slap, and then asked in a low voice: "One hundred thousand gold coins is indeed a lot of money, but what about four square kilometers of land? I don't quite understand the difference between the surface and the ground."

[长_风].cfx.net?? "Idiot! You just need to know that the food produced by those lands is enough to feed more than 5,000 people every year." Velva replied with a look of envy. She was almost envious of the man in front of her, identity, wealth, status, land, all the things that people on the surface desire. He had it all at once.

"Feed 5,000 people?!" Solaufen shivered subconsciously when he heard the number. As a dark elf who lives underground. He knows all too well how difficult it is to get food. It is precisely because of this that the dark elf nobles have developed the habit of never raising waste. Once a baby is born with a defect, it will be discarded or killed immediately.

Since there is no sunshine, there are very limited things to eat. Except for the extremely low-yielding spore plants, they can only breed Ross beasts in mossy areas. The city of Ust-Nasa occupies a large pastoral underground pasture in the tunnel on the east side, so it can barely support a large number of people. Otherwise, I am afraid that like other cities, when the population grows to a certain level, a group will be expelled and let them go to the dangerous wilderness to find new settlements. In Solaufen's impression, food is precious, and countless underground residents are willing to pay with their lives for it. He couldn't believe that the human being in front of him gave him such a huge surprise as soon as he opened his mouth. He fell into a state of sluggishness and didn't recover for a long time.

"Hehe, it seems that you are quite satisfied with this reward. Here, this is a bottle of healing potion. After drinking it, leave here as soon as possible, or go outside the city to avoid it. Or go to the residence of the Geralt family , Now I'm going to settle the old accounts with Chasma." Henry said and handed over a bottle of blue potion.

"The Geralt family? You don't think you can control the third-ranked family of Ust Nassar!!!!" Solaufen asked in horror. Regardless of his injury, he immediately struggled to stand up, his forehead instantly covered with a layer of sweat.

The corners of Henry's mouth turned up slightly, and he nodded proudly: "That's right, all the direct blood relatives and family priests in this family, including the mistress, have been removed, and they are completely under my control. How about it, yes I’m not surprised, don’t worry, more exciting things are yet to come.”…

"Damn it! What are you trying to do? Such a big movement can easily attract the attention of the gods, it's too dangerous! It's too dangerous..." Solaufen subconsciously repeated this sentence while trembling. talk.

As a dark elf, he knew best how cruel and vengeful Rose was. The two sentences that every man heard most when he was a child were that one should never resist women, and the other was that one should never offend the Queen of God.

It can be said that Rose's shadow hangs over every drow's head. From birth to death, no one can escape. Even if they escape from the ground temporarily, they will be found out one day. She is like a curse, a curse that cannot be broken, a curse that even death cannot escape.

Henry can fully understand Solaufen's fear, because Viconia also has the same worry. But he understands your understanding, action is action, he squinted his eyes and said with a sneer: "There is nothing to worry about, if she really dares to send an avatar, then I don't mind showing the whole world how to kill gods. As for the purpose, Quite simply, I want the city to disappear without leaving a trace."

Naked contempt for the gods!

Blatantly spreading destruction!

If it is in the bottomless abyss at this moment, it will immediately attract a large number of demon followers. After all, no one in the entire multiverse will like this tone except them. But it's a pity that this is the main plane now. Although the dark elves can be regarded as chaotic and evil, they obviously don't have that much courage.

"Bless Eilistraee! You are simply crazy!" Solaufin inadvertently called out the name of the goddess, which shows how excited he is now.

"Calm down, my friend, these things are not as difficult as you imagine. Most importantly, I want to use this matter to let all the enemies know the fate of angering me. Destruction! Only cold-blooded destruction can let those guys control Keep your paws in order to prevent such incidents from happening again."

Henry said this sentence firmly, without any room for bargaining. Although his expression looked very calm, the anger brewing in his eyes was about to burst out.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, Solaufen sighed helplessly: "Hey, well, be more careful, I will go to the Geralt family to hide now. Besides, the Chasma you are looking for lives in this tower." The sixth floor, and I heard that he was conducting some dangerous experiments, and many spies and apprentices wanted to know the secrets. But in the end, without exception, they all died. There were no wounds on their bodies. But their internal organs were bleeding profusely. It looked horrific."

"Don't worry, I understand better than anyone what that thing is... how dangerous it is." As he spoke, a strange smile appeared on Henry's face.

As the words said, no one in this world understands the usefulness and power of enriched uranium better than him. Unfortunately, with Chasma's research and development speed, I'm afraid it's not enough to extract weapons-grade enriched uranium with a purity of more than 90%.

Only a nuclear explosion of this power can pose a fatal threat to Henry. Before that, even if it detonated, he would be seriously injured at most, so there is no need to be too scared. not to mention. The chain reaction is not so easy to achieve. Not only does it need to go through careful calculation, but the most important thing is to know how to detonate. Only when the density exceeds the critical value can the real power be erupted.

Be aware that even if real (nuclear) weapons were developed, it would be very difficult to kill legendary spellcasters. They have too many life-saving methods, not to mention methods such as cloning and lich phylactery, which can be resurrected infinitely. Just adding good protection can offset more than 60% of the damage, plus the trigger Magic, if you can't beat it, it's okay to escape.

Of course, this has a premise. That is knowing the power of (nuclear) weapons. If it was a sneak attack, even Elminster, known as the most shrewd, would inevitably be caught.

After watching Solaufen and Vielva leave. Henry touched his son's head and said, "Come on, let's see what else this old dog can do. Here, take this dimensional bag and put all the useful things in it later."

"Yes, Father." Allen replied in a low voice, and then followed closely behind.

Just like this, the father and son appeared in the corridor swaggeringly. Whenever they encountered a dark elf on the road, they would either be cut in half by a long knife or die under magic. Except for corpses everywhere, basically Nothing is left. All the apprentices and mentors had no power to resist in front of Henry's powerful strength, and they didn't even have time to scream and call for help.

The Staff of the Archmage can easily dispel 99% of the protection, and the long knife made by "Karachi" is so sharp that even fine gold chain mail cannot block it at all. It can be said that this is not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

Seeing his father showing off his might, Allen trembled with excitement, and followed behind like a hardworking bee, constantly stripping off useful things from the corpse and packing them back up. He couldn't believe that those dark elf mages, who usually seemed powerful, couldn't even resist in front of his father. They were like puppets on strings, and their heads were easily chopped off.

What a powerful force! How awesome! Look at the round eyes of these guys after they died, as if they still don't understand what happened. He secretly clenched his fists and shouted from the bottom of his heart: "This kind of power... this kind of power is what I need... One day I will have it too!"

There are not many people in the mage tower, even for the dark elves, there are only a very small part of them who have the talent for casting spells. After half an hour, there was no living creature on the first five floors except for golems and mice.

Henry didn't leave any trouble at all, from the great (mage) master, down to the apprentice who just started, and even the (magic) pet, all of them were killed. At this moment, he is like a demon from the bottomless abyss, spreading destruction and death to his heart's content, the boots under his feet are all dyed red, leaving a row of dark red footprints wherever he goes.

From shock to fear, and finally to numbness, Allen had no idea what expression he should use now. In his eyes, this is simply not the power possessed by mortals. I am afraid that even the exaggerated stories of the bards cannot compare with the scene in front of him.

Hundreds of mages and apprentices were killed silently in this way, without screaming, without resistance, and without alarming the alarm system and patrolling golems, as if all this was as simple as eating and drinking. His father had a cruel smile on his face from beginning to end, maybe even the devil would be terrified when he saw it.

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