"Cough, cough. Lu Zhou, make the arrangements."
"Apart from the personnel needed for martial law, send a few more people to the kitchen to boil some water. The hotter, the better. Have them carry it over to the Dwarves."
"Also bring out the weapon case I stored here before. It'll be useful."
Su Mo observed the situation and stood on the Motorcycle Airship, quietly giving Lu Zhou a few instructions.
The guards who had never dealt with the Dwarves naturally had no idea how to break through this shell, but the Tian Yuan Army in the ruins knew it all too well.
Especially these First Generation Turtle Shells, which had not yet been improved by the Dwarves. They could be cracked with a very simple method.
Lu Zhou accepted the orders and hurriedly led the guards to the Outpost Camp behind the city wall to boil water.
Hunter Tiger, who had been laughing uproariously, also spotted the Motorcycle Airship floating above the city wall.
His mood shifted slightly, but he concealed it well.
Su Mo, standing not far away, still read the nature of that emotion.
Depressed.
Hunter Tiger had been excited over the large number of Coolie Lizards, but the moment he saw the airship, he became thoroughly depressed!
"Su Mo, you really picked the worst time to come. You missed the scene where I taught these monsters a lesson."
The airship settled down, and Hunter Tiger's booming voice had already reached them.
The guards still gathered around the Dwarves turned their heads and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"That really is a shame. But that injury of yours..."
"Nothing serious. They're all flesh wounds. Once I disinfect and bandage them, they'll heal in a few days."
The bald man waved his hand dismissively. Unlike an ordinary person,