"They have been going down for half an hour. How is the situation?" The swordsman Wang Yue rushed around in Yinyue City with a fierce and powerful orc warrior, looking for the traces of Shumahe, and plundering everything that seemed valuable.

"The situation is very bad, it is filled with toxic gases, and the entire construction site has become a dangerous area." The monk frowned and looked at the pit in the distance: "We evacuated five hundred meters backwards, and no one knows what is going on below now."

"The head has proved many times that he is invincible to all poisons, so we have to believe him." The swordsman Wang Yue was very open-minded: "After all, the problem he can't solve is also a delivery of food when we go. If something really happens below, listen to me and run away quickly."

"How is the situation in Yinyue City?" The monk touched his bald head, not sure if he could be so free and easy.

"It's a mess, the elves outside the city must have never imagined what the elves in the city did." The swordsman Wang Yue commanded the strong orc warrior to drive out a few elves hiding in the building and shooting cold arrows, tied them tightly with ropes and threw them on the side of the road: "Most of the elves are still in chaos, and a few sober people have to look like beasts in order to protect themselves."

"Think about Anthony Harbor, they have been polluted by chaos. If Silver Moon City was not bombed into the sky this time, they would have to be isolated for a long time to determine whether they had escaped from the influence of chaos." The swordsman Wang Yue complained: "After all, they are elves, and they can live for hundreds of years, and perhaps the observation time will last for decades."

"Is there any news about Shumahe? No matter what, we have to complete the tasks arranged by the head. Our people must first enter the core area of ​​the Well of Eternity Project with the elves." The monk glanced at the poisonous area in the distance, and began to have a headache about how to send Shumahe in alive.

When the poisonous fog spread before, even the monk himself was prompted to have a round of death judgment, and almost died there inexplicably.

The elves with lower physiques than him and the Marines who were close to him had no chance of struggling and were buried there, and they could not even pull the bodies to a safe area.

"I have some clues. An elf said that he had seen a human being leading a group of elves south before. We were taking him to find the traces of Shumahe." The swordsman Wang Yue finally reported a good news: "Import you immediately if there is any news."

In Anthony Harbour, in Antoine's castle, Yang Yuefan was checking the metal prosthetics on his hand.

"Is this the magic version of the mechanical prosthesis?" Yang Yuefan placed this silver-white prosthesis with a Terminator style on the table. It looked like a one-to-one imitation of human skeletons.

"Yes, this is the finished product after we removed all the excess decoration and functions, and only retained the basic arm function." Intern mage Luo Yan attached a description chart: "The biggest effect of this magic prosthesis is that there is no rejection reaction. Although it is not possible to understand how it is done for the time being, we can already mass-produce similar parts."

"How is the cost?" Yang Yuefan looked at the prosthetic limb on the table, feeling that Anthony Dagang's painting style would not be able to come back in the future, and he could only become more and more clear.

"In addition to using a few conductors made of Misin, it only consumes ordinary metals. The Wind-Wind Castle has almost no cost to us." Carpenter introduced very seriously: "The main cost is energy consumption. Users need to use magic crystal stones to charge them frequently. After all, this thing was designed by a mage. I didn't think about civilized use at the beginning. They can use their magic power to drive prosthetics, and ordinary people can't do this."

"Fortunately, its energy consumption is completely acceptable, and the output power of the magic prosthesis is much stronger than that of the physical ability of the mortals." Trial mage Luo Yan added: "For example, the metal arm in front of you can provide 100 kilograms of grip power, which is almost equivalent to a low-level extraordinary warrior."

"In fact, you can also install some extension functions on the basis of the basic version." Carpenter picked up the prosthesis, opened its thumb like a lighter, revealing the shaped screwdriver inside, and the whole finger began to rotate clockwise at a constant speed: "For example, if you are a maintenance worker, you can use tools more flexibly to improve efficiency."

"How many people do you think in Anthony Dagang City know how to tighten screws?" Yang Yuefan sighed: "Are you still planning to open a technical school here?"

"That's right!" Capone nodded: "This is the next plan we have discussed to train survivors of Anthony Port into technicians. Far South will soon welcome the attention of countries around the world. Shipping anything from other continents to here is not as cost-effective as producing on-site. Survivors of Anthony Port are prohibited from leaving the city limits. They are the best production line workers."

"And, do you think ordinary hardworking and labourers can afford the consumption of magic prosthetic limbs?" The trainee wizard Luo Yan stood behind Carpenter and said, "Their reward for working all day was just barely enough to eat, but now they still have to bear the consumption of magic crystals."

"The technology and production center of the Far South Continent?" Yang Yuefan recalled the current survival status of survivors in the city and felt that it was indeed a way out.

All the food sources of Anthony Harbor are currently supplied by the Retribution Team. The local people want to see if this "excitation therapy" has practical effects on chaos pollution, but based on limited logistics, most people only maintain a state of starvation.

They were forbidden from leaving the walls, and some survivors with severe mutations were even forbidden from leaving their neighborhoods and their rooms could only be taken by Marx to deliver food every day.

In fact, if Marx had not maintained order in the city, these survivors who had restored their human mind would have long seen a wave of mass suicides.

Now, the emergence of magic prosthetic limbs can restore most survivors' labor force. If they are willing to learn, their future life may be more than before.

Yang Yuefan believed in Marx's propaganda work very much. Those survivors have now regarded labor as their creed. They spontaneously organized together to clear burned streets and turn them into ruined residential areas.

When you see a group of people who are missing arms and legs, blind and deaf gather together to work hard, the scene is simply urinating.
Chapter completed!