Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

Vittorio told them to stand back, then lit a second tin grenade and threw it forcefully.

With a loud bang, the grenade exploded again not far away. Although he did not go forward to check, just by looking at the number of scarecrows that had fallen, Vittorio knew that this time the power was greater than the last.

Sure enough, when Edmund went up to check, he found that many pieces of iron had been turned into fragments and were deeply embedded in the scarecrow's body. They were more powerful than pottery shards and flew farther.

Now that the second grenade has been successfully detonated, Vittorio finally went over to examine the remains.

First of all, there were basically no traces left on the spot, which is proof that the combustion was complete.

Then the fragments that burst open from all directions were of different sizes and shapes, but there were a lot of them, which proved that the state of the fragments was also very good.

Overall, his experiment was a great success.

Apart from Edmund, everyone else also went up to watch, staring incredulously at the two small pits not far apart in the middle.

Jill, who was not far away, also witnessed all of this. Seeing the scene before him, he trembled and muttered to himself.

"Alchemy, this must be alchemy... He's the same as that lord in Zhakou City. No wonder he needs sulfur stones. He made a deal with the devil to make such a small stone possess such power!"

Not to mention how Jill muttered to herself, how she imagined things, and how shocked she was.

Edmund walked over and finally asked Vittorio seriously about the name of the weapon he had just thrown.

"A name? I haven't thought of one yet."

Vittorio's mind kept replaying those famous and poetic names he had heard in his previous life.

The "Thunderclap" of the Jin Dynasty, the "Poison Fire Flying Cannon" of the Ming Dynasty, and the "Calamus Fireball" of the Song Dynasty.

They are all very realistic, but they lack a sense of dominance and relevance in the current context.

At this moment, Gil stood up and said something that suited Vittorio's wishes.

"This is practically dragon's breath! Could it be because the sulfur in it comes from volcanoes, and volcanoes are the habitat of dragons, that it has such great power?"

Jill couldn't understand the underlying principles; she could only make some poetic associations and conclude that its immense power was due to the influence of the dragon's power.

But it inspired Vittorio.

"Great name, how about Dragon's Breath Bullet?"

The moment the name was uttered, a sense of power and majesty arose spontaneously, and everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Now that the first wave of trials has been successful, the next step is mass production.

Because of the limited availability of sulfur, the amount of black powder that could be produced was also limited, at most twenty or so kilograms.

Vittorio decided to do it all himself, producing all 20 pounds of gunpowder and a total of 33 Dragon's Breath bullets.

It is worth noting that after these two months, Ethan has already woken up. Although he still has some aftereffects of the poisoning, his body is slowly recovering and he is able to return to work.

So Vittorio asked him to make a batch of wooden boxes, which had to be made without any nails and entirely of wood.

The wood must also be soft, specifically designed to hold these Dragon's Breath bombs.

This was a piece of cake for Ethan, and five boxes were quickly crafted.

Vittorio would put an average of six Dragonfire Bombs in a box, and then fill the box with dry sawdust and hay to ensure safe storage and prevent explosion.

Vittorio even had some ingenious ideas, and he took out three of them and placed them on the enchanting table.

As the gold was consumed by the enchanting table, the three dragon breath projectiles were given different attributes.

These three terms are—

[Black Powder Fragmentation Grenade - Low-Tier Enchantment: Echo (After exploding, it will generate three sonic echoes at the center of the explosion. The sonic waves will cause creatures to become dizzy, experience tinnitus, and lose their sense of direction for 10-15 seconds.)]

[Black Powder Fragmentation Grenade - Low-Tier Enchantment: Flash (After exploding, a violent flash will form at the center of the explosion, blinding any sighted creature for 3-5 seconds.)]

[Black Powder Fragmentation Grenade - Low-Tier Enchantment: Secondary Explosion (After the initial explosion, the shattered fragments will create a secondary explosion, with the flying fragments causing even greater damage)]

Vittorio looked at the three entries and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Aren't these just stun grenades and flashbangs?

There's also a grenade that can explode into fragments a second time; that's already within the realm of magic.

Indeed, technology plus magic is the right way to fight in this world.

Vittorio didn't enchant anything further, not because he didn't want to, but because he ran out of gold.

He had already used up most of the gold he had plundered from other villages, and now the landlord's family had no surplus grain.

This is also why he was so eager to start a liquor business—he needed more and a continuous supply of supplies and gold coins.

But in any case, this is enough. With these weapons, Vittorio is confident that he can catch Lina off guard, or even kill her on the North Shore.

However, just to be on the safe side, he conducted another simulation.

He had already used up most of his 7000+ lord points.

But just then, after two months of development, the loyalty of the newly arrived refugees in the camp rose again, providing him with a wave of lord points, allowing him to conduct another simulation.

Vittorio sat at his desk, a confident smile on his lips.

Sister, you are indeed very strong, but... I have a cheat code.

This time, I'm sure to win.

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A few days later, on the north bank of the broken bridge in the river bend, a group of people secretly crossed the bridge.

The group was small and disguised, making them look like a small team on a secret mission.

They slipped quickly through the gates of the commercial town, skillfully avoiding one monster-infested street after another.

They then quickly entered the docks, the guild hall, and the market, and carried out the decapitation of the local leader.

Without a single word of hesitation, they arrived near the River Mother Church in the town center.

Upon arriving at the church, the group rushed inside without stopping. Three or four people picked up a statue from inside the church and carried it out into the sun.

Then they found a monster and tied it to the statue face to face, so they looked exactly alike, staring at each other with wide eyes.

They completed this series of actions in less than an hour, as if they had already mastered the process.

Edmund, as the leader of this operation, had become accustomed to Vittorio's almost supernatural ability to predict the enemy's movements and his complete knowledge of them.

Standing behind him, looking at the motionless statue, he somehow saw humiliation on the statue's face.

The River Mother's beautiful face seemed to be filled with confusion—I hadn't even exerted my strength yet, and I was already knocked down. Why?

At that moment, the griffin descended from the sky.

The griffin looked at the enemy before it, shook its wings, and opened its beak, as if it wanted to let out a long howl.

Hidden in the shadows, Vittorio gave Tor no chance.

Vittorio lit one of the dragon breath bullets in his hand, swung it around in a wide arc, and hurled it at the attacker while shouting.

"Flashbang!"