Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 36 The Road
  "It's done, Master, I didn't do well."

Nohir walked directly over the body to the steering wheel, pulled the chariot to a stop, turned around and said to Harsin, who had arrived on the chariot at some point.

"A very exciting battle, Nohir. You were courageous, brave, and fully utilized the advantage of the surprise attack. You didn't panic even when you were under siege. You used the shortest movements to make the most effective attack. Your performance was perfect."

Harsin praised without hesitation, after all, what he said was true.

If there is only one thing that is not good, it is that it is a little bloody and cruel. However, in Harsin's long career, almost all the barbarians he has seen have such virtues. Once they fight, blood will flow like a river, no matter the enemy. His blood is still his own blood, and he doesn't care once he becomes interested in killing.

And he usually behaves very vulgarly and rudely.

At least Nohill behaves politely at ordinary times. Reason takes up most of his daily life. He only goes crazy when fighting. He has already surpassed those ordinary barbarians by countless levels. What else is he dissatisfied with? Woolen cloth?

"Thank you, Master, but I'm still far behind compared to you. I will continue to work hard."

Harsin nodded again, patted his shoulder, took off the helmet on his head and handed it back to him, and then said.

"Go back to the camp and clean it up. We have to resettle these suffering people. By the way, what are you going to do with these tanks?"

This problem... is difficult. I definitely want to sell them.

But as a druid, Halsin definitely doesn't want to see too many of these evil creations flowing out. It's already pretty good if I can sell the one I captured before.

But these gold mountains cannot be destroyed. If this chariot is sold to Gond believers, not to mention a wave of goodwill, the money and resources obtained in exchange should be enough to expand the Druid Circle.

So, after a brief thought, Nohir decided to truthfully tell Harsin his thoughts and hope to convince him.

"I plan to sell them in exchange for gold coins and supplies to support our future endeavors."

Harsin frowned when he heard this idea. Obviously he did not agree with this approach, but he still chose to use persuasion to try to persuade Nohir to give up the idea instead of directly forcing him with the majesty of the elder.

"Nohir, child, you should know that these hell creations are not good things. They are driven by souls. If we sell it, if someone wants to use it, it will definitely require the soul of an intelligent creature as fuel. , this will drive a lot of murders and cause a lot of deaths of innocent people, is this what you want to see?"

Of course not, so I would definitely avoid that happening.

"Wait, Master, please listen to my explanation."

Halsin paused, wanting to see how Nohir planned to convince himself.

"Master, I admit that the characteristics of hell creations that use burning souls as fuel are indeed very evil, but these are just a few chariots with little lethality. As long as they don't lose control in the city, they have no harmful capabilities."

"Besides, unless they are cultists, no one would do such a stupid thing for a simple transportation vehicle, especially a transportation vehicle that normal creatures cannot operate for a long time."

"If you really want to say it, the role of this chariot may not be as valuable as a high-level magic equipment, and its design itself is not outstanding, because this chariot is not designed for combat. But to capture slaves.”

"In other words, its applicable area is too narrow, and the fuel that drives it contradicts its function. This makes it just a piece of waste in the eyes of most ordinary creatures."

"So only people who truly understand the value of mechanical creations will pay for it, and in Baldur's Gate there is only one force that has this demand, and that is the believers of the God of Craftsman."

"As believers of the Good God, the greatest use of this evil creation for them is to dismantle it, disassemble it and understand its internal structure, its operating principle, and through research, create a powerful power that is unique to the order creatures of the main plane. engine."

"Master, you don't have to worry that the believers of the God of Craftsmen will completely copy the hell soul engine, because using the soul as power is something that only devils can do. This is not a simple technology, but the innate ability of devils (making soul coins) )."    "So in general, just these broken vehicles will not cause any serious problems or consequences at all. I don't even know whether the internal engine structure of these tanks has any reference value. The only thing I What is clear is that the Gond devotees will buy it and they will definitely want more samples for study."

"So the more cars we sell, the more we make."

Harsin was finally convinced. Although he was not a pedantic person in the first place, the act of profiting from hell's creation still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

So Harsin shook his head, turned and left, and said to Nohir at the same time.

"What you did may be right, Nohir, but the Druid's dogma still restricts me, so I'm sorry, I can't participate in this kind of thing, and I can't use this creation to exchange for gold coins and materials. Take every penny, it’s not about right or wrong, it’s just about faith.”

"Wait, Master! But you must get a share! These harvests also include your achievements..."

Before Nohir finished speaking, Harsin suddenly turned his head and showed a meaningful smile, and then continued to say to Nohir.

"But if you are willing, you can use the money to do something for these innocent people, whether it is food or clothing, as long as it is help, I believe they will definitely accept it. This is your freedom, I have no right put one's oar in."

After saying this, Harsin transformed into an eagle and flew away, heading to the cave to appease the people.

"...As you command, Master."

Nohir also smiled helplessly, shook his head, and then began to release the people in the chariot.

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At night, Nohill had just met all three of his old friends to catch up on old times. Now he returned to his former residence.

After washing his body well, getting rid of the smell of blood and dirt on his body, he placed his scrapped and eliminated old weapons in the storage box, sat on the stone bed covered with animal skins, took out the helmet, and began to think about it. Should we use an incentive point on this thing?

"...Let's give it a try. If it fails, the incentive points should not be spent. But if it succeeds, it will be great. I will directly gain a piece of legendary equipment, which should be very useful to me now."

So he opened the panel directly, but unexpectedly found that he had two more motivation points.

The names are [Devil? Leave no one behind! ] and [heroic act].

"It should be the motivation point given by the fact that I killed all the devils who entered this area and saved hundreds of people. Okay, now I'm rich again."

Nohill was a little happy. There can never be too many incentive points, and now he can finally study carefully to see if the incentive points can produce legendary equipment.

"Panel, strengthen the equipment in front of me."

Ding, spend three incentive points to strengthen the success, congratulations! You get legendary quality equipment.

"??? Oh my god! You spent everything on me!"

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