Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

Irene never thought that one day, these green-skinned orcs with muscles all over their heads would be able to speak words that she couldn't understand.

When Garr spoke all kinds of words that she could understand but couldn't understand like a machine gun, she gradually fell into silence.

The holographic projection of the power armor was undergoing earth-shaking changes under the guidance of Garr's mouth cannon.

Irene didn't have much hope for this orc, but now, her eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

Many electronic components that were originally very delicate and easy to damage have become mithril circuits engraved into the armor under Garr's magic modification. These circuits cannot be damaged unless the armor is penetrated.

In some places, under the magic modification, the performance calculations even gradually surpass the original version on the drawing.

The entire power armor is running all the way towards a simple, rough, larger and stronger direction.

After a long time of tossing around, looking at the power armor that was forcibly increased to three meters in the holographic projection, Xiao Longniang fell into silence.

"Your Majesty, hurry up, let's make it move. I can't wait!" Gar was sweating and looked extremely excited.

"Mia, start the deduction." Irene ordered.

The light ball immediately responded: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the voice fell, the holographic power armor in the projection began to simulate the extraction of the armor driver's magic power. The magic lines on the surface gradually lit up, the mask on the head of the armor flickered, and slowly moved its hands and feet.

After confirming that there was no problem in executing simple actions, this simulated big guy began to step on the spot, run, jump high, do radio gymnastics, and do Thomas spins upside down.

Such flexible and smooth movements all proved that this magic modification has been declared a success.

The technological armor that originally relied on external power sources for power has completely become a magic equipment powered by the armor driver.

Although in this case, the driver must have magic power, and the threshold for driving armor has been raised at once.

This is obviously not as popular as the original armor. Soldiers in the army of ordinary countries are basically ordinary people, and they certainly cannot be equipped with such an armor.

But for Irene, this is not a big problem.

The dragonborn under her have inherited some of the characteristics of real dragons, such as the violent elemental magic flowing in their blood. They are all natural blood mages, and it is perfect for driving power armor.

The first person to cheer at the scene was Gar. After seeing that the armor could run normally in the simulation, this guy's eyes were full of fanaticism. Under the blessing of violent magic, he began to hammer his chest frantically, making a roar like Tarzan.

"Ahhhhhhh! I succeeded! I succeeded! Bigger armor! Stronger power! I thought this would work..."

"Bang!!!"

A loud noise that resounded throughout the dragon's nest broke Gar's cheers. The violent roar was accompanied by the splattering of metal debris. The iron can that was originally standing on the side was smashed into pieces by Irene's palm. There was an obvious palm print on the largest iron plate.

"Pah... Pah..."

The pieces fell everywhere, and the dragon's nest suddenly became quiet. One could even hear heavy breathing.

Irene kept the action of attacking, with red light flashing in her eyes. She did not feel sorry for destroying the work she had studied for a month with her own hands.

Now that there is a better choice, such a black history no longer needs to be kept.

Her eyes turned and swept across Gar's face. The green-skinned orc who was extremely excited just now shuddered, and the redness in his eyes due to the rage faded by half.

Irene said word by word: "Are you really a genius?"

"I...I..."

Gar didn't know what to say anymore. After holding it in for a long time, he closed his eyes and shouted: "I think I should be a genius!"

"Heh..." Irene's expression was gone, and she smiled again. After patting the dust on her hands, she walked forward, raised her head, and put her hand on Gar's shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, I admire you very much."

She exerted a little force on her hands, and the powerful force pressed Gar to kneel on the ground.

Irene looked at him and said seriously: "From now on, you are the Minister of Equipment Department. I authorize you to set up the Equipment Department and produce as much of this armor as possible for me. You can ask Wangcai for all your needs. If he can't give it to you, you can come to me. Do you understand?"

Gar's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to react. He lowered his head and shouted in the most sincere tone: "I understand! Your Majesty asked me to go east, I will neverGo west!"

Just at this moment, the gate of the Dragon's Nest was violently knocked open, and a team of black-armored soldiers rushed in. Wangcai, the leader, looked around and made sure there were no enemies. Then he saluted to Irene and said, "Your Majesty, what happened?"

"Nothing, I just cleaned up the garbage. "

Erin took her hand away from Gar, waved it, pointed at the green-skinned orc beside her and said: "Wangcai, let's get to know each other again. This guy will be the Minister of Equipment in the future..."

......

Half a month later.

Eastern countries, the Principality of Reni.

The light in the silent hall flickered, the candles on the wall flickered without wind, and under the weak light, the hunched figure on the rattan chair looked a little older.

The hall was very quiet, and a strong smell of decay filled the air.

"Dong Dong..."

The sudden knock on the door broke the deathly silence, and a dull voice sounded from outside the door: "Father, it's me."

"Um..."

A hoarse voice came from the dim room: "Come in. "

"Squeak--"

The tightly closed mahogany door was pushed open, and the rising sun in the sky cast sunlight into the room, but the smell of decay was still so strong.

"I failed again, father."

The young Duke's son Rob walked into the room, bowed slightly, and said softly: "No matter how I mix those new varieties of potions called red wine, I can't replicate them.

This potion does not have any magic fluctuations. I suspect that when it was refined, it has been specially treated to prevent it from being replicated..."

"Is that so..."

Duke Edriman, who was lying on the rattan chair, tapped the armrest lightly, and the door closed.

He opened his cloudy eyes, slowly stood up, picked up the glass on the table beside him, and poured himself a glass of bright red liquid.

Took a sip of the mellow wine, and said casually in a withered voice: "Did those guys who were sent out get anything?"

"No. "

Robo shook his head, "All the men we sent to seek cooperation over the years have been turned away, and none of the assassins have been able to walk out of that wild land alive."

"In fact, it was not until a few days ago that the spies saw the bartender for the first time..."

Robo slowly stood up, staring at the hunched back, and said hesitantly: "Also, the dwarves have completely severed their cooperation with us recently and no longer buy alcohol from us."

When Robo said the first few paragraphs, Duke Eddriman's expression did not change until the last sentence came out, his hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled, and a stream of wine spilled on his body.

"What did those bearded men say? "

Gently wiping the bright red wine off his body, the old man's hunched body trembled, and he turned around to look at his favorite youngest son.

Being stared at by such a pair of turbid eyes, Luo Bo's heart couldn't help but tremble, pursed his lips, lowered his head and dared not look at him.