bestfiction Chapter 299 (shown once)
Chapter 299 (shown once)
299
"You mean the spell that upgrades the grade of a magical artifact? Could you demonstrate it?"
Zhao Wusheng needed to assess the value of this spell; after all, if the effect was too poor, it would be better to train a weapon refiner to forge a new magical artifact.
Zhong Ming looked around; things didn't seem good.
"This matter requires certain conditions; at the very least, we need to see if the magical artifact has any potential."
Zhao Wusheng raised his hand and beckoned. Suddenly, a storage bag flew out from under the jade bed behind him and landed on the table. He casually wiped it away, removing the restriction, and pushed it in front of Zhong Ming.
"Look for yourself, choose for yourself."
Flaunting wealth, blatant flaunting of wealth.
Zhong Ming took the storage bag, peered inside, and wow, there were dozens of items inside.
Zhao Wusheng pretended not to care, waved his hand, and casually said, "Alas, raising personal soldiers is also very troublesome. I have to prepare a lot of rewards, otherwise these brothers fight and charge for me, and if they don't get a reward, wouldn't they feel disheartened?"
Zhong Ming nodded in agreement and then probed his spiritual energy into his storage bag.
good.....
many.....
So much trash!!!
Zhong Ming's first sight was of powerful magical artifacts lying quietly in his storage bag like piles of gold, which excited him immensely.
Upon further investigation, their sheer number was enough to crush the enemy with sheer force. Zhong Ming's previous four-man squad could easily equip themselves with over twenty of them.
Upon closer inspection, Zhong Ming suddenly realized that while the magical artifacts here were indeed of high quality, with top-grade artifacts scattered everywhere, they were far from reaching the limits of the materials used in their production.
Indeed, this is the case. When a weapon refiner or blacksmith produces a batch of magical artifacts, the best ones, made from the same materials, are usually given to the Lone Wolf Army and the Hidden Wolf Army, and then to the Sky Wolf Army.
As for these defective products... just give them to the Flame Wolf Army.
Because of its large population, the Flame Wolf Army accepts everything and everything, yet it still faces a significant weapons shortage every year.
The masters in charge of forging and casting weapons also said that your logistics troops only need one or two weapons. The losses in a lifetime may not be as great as the losses of frontline soldiers in a year. What's the point of having so many?
As a result, the Flame Wolf Army developed a situation where substandard magical artifacts were everywhere and in short supply.
Exactly!
Zhong Ming smiled from the bottom of his heart.
There's a lot of trash here, but I'm good at turning trash into treasure.
Within the dragon vein, the spiritual energy from the tea he had just drunk was accumulating all at once, and he urgently needed to meditate and cultivate to transform it into his own spiritual power.
So he said to the man in the main seat, "Senior Zhao, may I try to get a quiet room for you?"
"That would be excellent, but let's make it clear first, I'm not paying any labor fees." Zhao Wusheng laughed heartily, snapped his fingers, and the stone wall on the side suddenly shattered like a mirage, revealing a meditation cushion inside.
"If you have any other requirements or how much time you need, just tell me."
“There’s nothing wrong with the request, but as for the time…” Zhong Ming glanced at his two brothers beside him, “It will probably take months. Let these two go back first.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. Too much time was not a good thing, so he mentally downgraded Zhong Ming's ranking by one level.
"Alright, try to finish it within a month and a half. Whether it succeeds or not, please leave the pass. The cannons of the 134th Battalion will be repaired by then, and we will set off for the expedition."
With a flick of his sleeve, the tea set on the table vanished instantly. Xuan Jing and Chen Dahai tactfully excused themselves, while Zhong Ming...
He even stuffed the storage bag inside.
......
A month and a half later.
Exhausted, Zhao Wusheng finished handling a whole bunch of new cannon-launching ceremonies. A group of people were burning incense and candles while performing a shamanistic ritual, and the strong smell of holy oil was so nauseating that it made people want to vomit.
There's nothing we can do; the old cannon barrel is broken. With this new barrel and the old gun mount, who knows what kind of spirit will be born?
He remembered that the last time a certain artillery battalion was in the same situation, only it was the other way around. After the old cannon barrel and the new base successfully gave birth to a spirit, the result was an old man wearing a skirt and high heels on his lower body and a tattered white vest on his upper body.
It's really unbearable to watch.
He returned to his stone chamber exhausted, only to hear a series of knocks on the wall next door.
"Hey, Zhou, what are you doing? You only have one futon in the whole room, what are you fiddling with!"
After saying that, he suddenly remembered that there was a True Immortal Cuihong sitting in his stone chamber.
Zhong Ming was also helpless; he didn't know how to use telepathy!
There's no doorbell in this stone chamber, and you can't even see the crack in the door. Once you come in, you can't find the door. I can't exactly blow this place up to get out, can I?
Zhao Wusheng adjusted his expression, waved his hand to open the stone door, and in an instant, he felt as if his eyes were about to be blinded by the light.
Before them lay a vast array of magical artifacts, each radiating a precious light—a sign of abundant spiritual energy. Zhong Ming stood to the side, his face deathly pale.
"Senior, this is the limit of what I can do."
Zhao Wusheng quickly went to help Zhong Ming, feeling somewhat regretful. Such a promising talent, if his spiritual energy were depleted for too long, it would be terrible if he got injured. "Young friend Cuihong, there's no need to exert yourself so much. I, Zhao, just wanted to see this magic. What I said earlier was just a joke. Please don't hurt yourself because of this. Rest quickly."
He quickly took out a bottle of pills and stuffed it into Zhong Ming's hand. "This is a Foundation Establishment Pill. It can quickly replenish the depleted spiritual energy. You can also use it if you are short of spiritual energy when you break through. Consider it my reward to you. Rest quickly and don't leave any health problems."
Despite his swaying body, Zhong Ming bowed first and then staggered away.
In the stone chamber behind him, there were no fewer than six or seven magical artifacts of various kinds. Some of them were originally top-grade magical artifacts, but now they have gone a step further and entered the ranks of supreme-grade magical artifacts. Others were just mid-grade magical artifacts that he had acquired on a whim. They were just interesting to look at, but they have actually become top-grade magical artifacts.
He silently walked to the table, where a storage bag lay quietly.
The top-grade magical artifacts and spiritual weapons inside remained untouched; Zhong Ming didn't yet possess that power, but he had already demonstrated such immense potential.
This person must be brought into our faction; he's a cash cow!
Zhao Wusheng had already imagined how terrifying the boost to combat power would be if each of the soldiers in his three battalions possessed a treasure of a higher grade than that of the opposing team in future battles!
On the other side, Zhong Ming simply couldn't take it anymore.
The food in the Flame Wolf Army canteen is absolutely awful!