pertwk Chapter 25 Come here!
Chapter 25 Come here!
"boom--"
A thunderous explosion resounded through the sky, startling a flock of birds into flight from the forest.
The dazzling flames bloomed like a red lotus, layer upon layer. Countless birds, fire dragons, and even little figures riding brooms flew out from between the petals and danced around the red lotus, lingering for a long time.
The Dragon Breath Bullet was designed to mimic the breath of a dragon, prioritizing sustained suppression over the power of a single explosion.
only--
Is this the right effect?
Persson searched through the entire Dragon Legacy but couldn't find any other Dragon Breath Ball that was so magnificent; it was like the grand finale of a spectacular show!
"How's it going? Pretty good, right?"
Fred clapped his hands triumphantly, and a little owl made of fire landed on his shoulder with a twittering sound, but it didn't cause him any harm.
"Your ancestor may have been a genius, but he lacked artistic talent," George chimed in. "The first version of the Dragon's Breath was practically a giant flamethrower! It was quite impressive, but ultimately it lacked a certain aesthetic appeal. It was more like those Muggles use to fight wars than fireworks."
No, this is for fighting wars.
Persson wanted to say that, but he knew very well that while the Weasley brothers liked to play pranks, they never intended to actually hurt anyone, let alone blow some unfortunate soul to pieces.
"So, we made some minor modifications."
Fred explained, "The Dragon's Breath Bullet was designed with a lot of room for modification. I suspect that was the creator's original intention. Rather than pre-setting a rigid design, it's better to let others use their creativity. What do you think?"
"Great, I'm very satisfied."
Now that things have come to this, Persson can no longer say that the Dragon Breath Bomb wasn't a firework at all, but a war tool, and that his purpose in researching it was to blast the giant next door into the sky.
If he really said that, his collaboration with the Weasley brothers would definitely fall through.
Moreover, let's think about it from another perspective.
Persson only needs the troll tribe to submit, rather than completely annihilate them. This way, the magnificent dragon breath will be more effective and create a greater shock to the trolls.
With this in mind, Poisson immediately made the decision.
"I happen to need a few rounds recently, give me a price, I have some... money."
When money was mentioned, Poisson's heart skipped a beat, as if something important was being taken away, but he still gritted his teeth and continued.
On the one hand, if you want a donkey to pull a millstone, you have to feed it grass; he understands this basic principle.
On the other hand, ever since he nearly killed Lucien, Persson has been struggling against the nature of the green dragon, including the greed that all dragons share.
Upon hearing this, Fred and George simply shook their heads and said in unison:
"That blueprint is already our most valuable reward. Just name your price, however much you want!"
"Free of charge?" Persson raised an eyebrow, decisively declaring defeat. "Then let's start with a simple thousand rounds."
For an instant.
The Weasley brothers seem to be a bit dead.
"Well, a hundred shots will do, and it doesn't have to be that precise. Quantity is the priority." Seeing the Weasley brothers' expressions, Persson realized that he had put them in a difficult position.
There's nothing we can do; he has a deep-seated fear of insufficient firepower.
However, dealing with a group of giants would definitely be more than a hundred shots, and people always like to compromise. When they heard that it would take a thousand shots, the Weasley brothers were devastated, but after reducing it by 90%, they perked up immediately.
"Uh... I don't know what you're planning to do with so many, but I must remind you that if you only focus on quantity, safety cannot be guaranteed."
George said with concern.
"It's alright, just avoid people," Poisson wanted this effect. "Also, build me a few more large ones, the bigger the better, don't worry about takeoff."
Persson certainly wouldn't need ordinary dragon breath bullets; these were prepared for the goblins.
However, he can throw the large dragon breath bomb directly at the target area, mimicking a bomber.
"Yes, mission accomplished!"
The Weasley brothers saluted in unison.
……
It's another weekend, and the sun is shining brightly.
Bucktooth lazily leaned against a female giant, gnawing on a bloody deer leg, and casually smashed a bone onto the head of a giant outside the cave.
The giant didn't roar or show any dissatisfaction. Instead, it seemed to have received some treasure, raising the deer bone high to announce to the surrounding giants that it had gained the favor of the giant king.
Yes, the King of Trolls.
Since the last expulsion of Poisson, Bucktooth's prestige has grown to an unprecedented level.
For the sake of his tribe, the great Bucktooth leaped from one side of the mountain to the other, grabbed the wing of the dragon, which was larger than the sky, and slammed it to the ground!
Brave Bucktooth, alone and defying all the giants' offers of help and shouts, removed his armor and weapons and challenged the dragon in front of the earth!
The mighty buck-toothed creature is invincible! No enemy can stop its advance! Even a dragon larger than the sky was swallowed whole, leaving not a single scale behind!
Although most of the above content comes from the imagination of the buck-toothed person.
However, the trolls clearly couldn't distinguish between imagination and reality. With Bucktooth's exaggerated claims, almost every troll firmly believed that Bucktooth had defeated the dragon single-handedly.
As for the evidence?
As the story says, the dragon was swallowed whole, so naturally no evidence was left behind.
As the first troll to defeat a dragon, Bucktooth should rightfully be hailed as the King of Trolls!
Not only within the tribe, but also on the first sunset after defeating the dragon, Bucktooth sent out a propaganda team to publicize its great achievement. Many trolls outside the tribe also believed it. Now Bucktooth's wives include not only mountain trolls, but also light green forest trolls and horned river trolls.
The buck-toothed tribe is more powerful than ever before!
"But that's not enough!"
Suddenly, the buck-toothed giant roared, and all the giants stopped what they were doing. Even the most mischievous little giant sat obediently and listened to the teachings of the giant king.
"My cunning brother, Hammerhead, is not dead yet!" Bucktooth roared angrily. "Rumor has it that he hides on the other side of the mountain, ruling over a bunch of laughable goblins!"
A river monster proudly puffed out its chest; it was clearly the one who brought the news.
"It's weak, but cunning!" Bucktooth continued. "That dragon must have been lured here by it."
"So, for the tribe, for the Troll King, for the great Bucktooth, we must smash its head!"
Bucktooth raised his mace high, and the other trolls roared deafeningly. They grabbed a wooden stick and, guided by the river troll, headed towards Posson's territory.
"War! War! War!"
My blood boiled in my chest, and my fighting spirit reached its peak!
The powerful buck-toothed tribe couldn't wait to crush the goblin's little head and flatten that despicable traitor!
But just then—
A stone suddenly flew over and hit the buck-toothed man's helmet with a loud "clang".
"Who?!"
Bucktooth roared and turned its head, only to see its beloved brother, Club, standing behind the trees not far away, waving defiantly:
"Come here!"