The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"Holy crap! He survived? Is this boss that powerful?"

"A mushroom cloud actually exploded! How come he wasn't killed?! I suspect he's cheating!"

The Dragonblood Warrior players exclaimed in surprise.

Withdrawing his gaze, Shattered Bones used his magic to suppress his injuries, then turned and ran toward the approaching vanguard and skirmishers.

You wouldn't believe it, would you? Kobold, this is my escape route!

Feeling the amazed voices and gazes behind him, Broken Bones ran wildly, even managing to find amusement in his suffering.

But he knew he had been utterly defeated.

Their only chance of survival is to rejoin the dozen or so stragglers and vanguard ahead and break through.

However, Broken Bones knew that there were no more ambushes ahead.

After all, the skirmishers and vanguard cleared the way all the way to the end of the narrow mountain path.

The heavily armored dragonblood warriors and heavily armored kobolds behind them certainly couldn't catch up.

This is also why he can find joy even in hardship.

With the departure of the shattered bones, the remaining twenty-odd goblins were in dire straits.

The magnetic field behind them had already arrived and easily slaughtered the goblin soldiers who were caught in the chaos.

The Dragonblood Warrior squad, on the other hand, turned around and chased after Bonebreaker.

Chapter 44 Mom!

In the distance, atop a small hill.

The group then saw the mushroom cloud rising.

A violent explosion followed, even louder than the previous one.

Even here, they felt some discomfort in their ears.

"You won! You won! You won completely!"

As he watched the military flag, its bones shattered in the explosion, Mog was overjoyed and cried out in disbelief.

They finally had a chance to escape the fate of being drained of their lifeblood by the Dark Iron Horde.

The Blackscale Clan also proved their capabilities by defeating the powerful goblin army.

"Whoo~"

Finley took a deep breath, his eyes shining with excitement as he gazed adoringly at the gradually disappearing mushroom cloud.

"Beautiful! Absolutely stunning!"

"War Commander, and Ms. Justice, I am convinced, completely convinced."

Finley turned to look at the War Master and Caliber is Justice, and said sincerely.

"You've shown me what real war is!"

"My guidance and advice are nothing but the ramblings of an ignorant clown."

Finley wore a self-deprecating expression, but felt a pang of loneliness in his heart.

Previously, the gnolls, who valued strength, were no match for the goblins, who were weaker individually.

In the future, it will be impossible for them to defeat the Blackscale Clan, who possess this power.

"Yes! A good child is one who can admit their mistakes and correct them."

"Caliber is Justice" nodded in satisfaction, walked over slowly, stood on tiptoe, and patted Finley on the shoulder.

"Since you're so cooperative, I'll get you some gunpowder weapons to play with in the future."

It's true that players have a high level of technical skill, but it will take time for them to adapt.

Black powder weapons will definitely only be available to NPCs after a new generation is developed.

Upon hearing the words "righteousness lies in the voice," Finley's eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

He felt completely at a loss, unsure how to express the overflowing excitement and gratitude in his heart.

Immediately, Finley remembered the phrase "caliber is justice" and the saying "good boy".

Finley, on a whim, knelt down and uttered that word with utmost sincerity.

"mom!"

Upon hearing this, Koujingjizheng's face immediately darkened.

"You have a son! Aren't you happy?"

Zhan Shuai walked over slowly and patted the shoulder of the man who believed in justice.

"roll!"

"Caliber is Justice" slapped Zhan Shuai's hand away, glared at him fiercely, and pointed at Finley kneeling on the ground.

"Do you want such a fine son?"

"It's not impossible."

The War General withdrew his aching hand, glanced innocently at Caliber is Justice, and then looked at Finley kneeling on the ground.

"I'm just afraid he won't agree!"

As he spoke, the War General looked at Finley, who was kneeling on the ground with an embarrassed expression, and asked.

"Would you like to be my son?"

"Um... it's not impossible."

Finley, who was already regretting his impulsive actions, suddenly brightened up upon hearing this.

The War General is a tactical mastermind; even if you acknowledge him as your father, you can still use gunpowder.

Anyway, he doesn't have a father, so having another father isn't a big deal.

Mog and Nera, who were holding the Language Stone, were so embarrassed that they were practically digging their toes into the ground.

He especially couldn't believe it.

The gnoll kneeling before me was actually the legendary, extremely ferocious and cruel gnoll chieftain.

Naira couldn't help but look at the caliber of justice.

Could it be that the teacher has been researching this recently?

Recently, the "caliber is justice" approach has focused on having her communicate with goblins and study language comparison tables, without involving her in any specific research.

Blast furnace, ironware, waterwheel, gunpowder...

She recalled everything she had seen at the camp, most of which was said to have been made by the teachers.

I must study hard with my teacher.

Naira thought to herself.

"roll!"

"Caliber is Justice" rolled his eyes at the war commander and turned to look at Finley, who was still kneeling on the ground.

“You traitor, you better get up now, or even if you acknowledge him as your father, you can forget about using gunpowder.”

Upon hearing this, Finley jumped up instantly, terrified.

"Ms. Caliphate is Justice, no! No!"

"I...I just...I panicked and did this because of your noble character of not holding grudges."

Finley was flustered and stammered, but his mind finally cleared up.

After he finished speaking, his erect ears flattened into airplane ears, and his dark yellow pupils dilated, making him look like a little dog, pitifully gazing at the caliber of justice.

"Please forgive me! You're too kind to hold a grudge!"

Mog, standing to the side, couldn't help but cover his face.

You, a veteran second-tier transcendent being and the chieftain of the jackals, are not only so obsequious, but you're even trying to act cute?

It's a disgrace to Tier 2 and to the gnolls.

It's unbearable to look at! It's truly unbearable to look at!

Although that's what he thought in his heart, Mog knew the truth in his heart.

If the caliber of justice were willing to sell him gunpowder and ask him to do so, he wouldn't be unwilling to swallow his pride for the sake of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

However, if Finley can get it, then the Rainbowscale Clan, as an ally, should be able to as well, right?

Thinking about it, Mog glanced at the Caliber of Justice and the War Commander, and decided to ask them privately.

Immediately, unable to bear it any longer, Mog turned around and looked towards the battlefield.

"Wait! Broken Bones doesn't seem to be dead!"

Noticing the figure running on the narrow mountain path, Mog's eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed and shouted.