Su Xiao pulled the lever. Click, click, click—the gears inside the thrower began to turn.
With a bang, the base at one corner of the thrower fell off, causing the entire machine to tilt slightly.
Su Xiao froze. Hadn't they said pulling the lever would launch it? How had one of the corners fallen off? Unwilling to believe it, he pulled the lever several more times.
Bang, bang...
All the bases at the four corners used to stabilize the machine fell off. Su Xiao had never imagined that the most conspicuous lever was actually for disassembly rather than activation.
After circling the thrower several times, it became clear that Su Xiao wasn't particularly skilled with precision machinery. Setting traps was no problem, but as for figuring out the thrower's structure, he might as well wash up and go to sleep.
He had a thrower and Green Phosphorus Fire Molotovs, yet couldn't launch them. Nothing could be more depressing. A huge amount of battle merit had vanished simply because he didn't know how to use a thrower.
"Damn dwarf craftsmanship. Why make the design so complicated?"
Su Xiao kicked the thrower, denting its metal plating.
"If I were you, I'd pull the cord beneath the thrower."
A woman's voice came from nearby. Su Xiao glanced toward the trees more than ten meters away. Someone was there.
"Who are you? Show yourself within ten seconds."
Su Xiao still didn't know about the Dark Night Elves. He hadn't been in this world for long, and since the other party's intentions were unclear—and she was invisible—he naturally had to identify her.
"Rude!"
The woman's voice contained a hint of anger.
"Five, four, three..."
Su Xiao released his aura. Whoosh—the dead leaves on the ground were blown into the air. He had killed at least