"If we're talking about underwater combat..."
"We can design portable underwater torpedo launchers that the Merfolk can fire by hand."
"Special demolition devices can also be used underwater."
"Things like timed naval mines and magnetic bombs."
The designer spoke as he refined the blueprints.
At his words, Warwick's attention was immediately drawn over, and his eyes lit up.
"That's great!"
"The Merfolk are incredibly agile underwater. With these weapons, they'll definitely give the Demon Clan a huge surprise!"
The designer smiled.
"Underwater weapons are harder to design, though. They need waterproofing and pressure resistance, and we also have to account for currents."
"But that's no big problem. Our Great Xia technology can handle it."
Warwick was beside himself with excitement. All eight races of the Half-Orcs now had a role to play!
Just what he would expect from the people of Great Xia!
He really had been right to come!
He got carried away for a moment and reached out to clap the designer on the shoulder, just as he usually did with his own people.
Although he had already held back, the force was still more than an ordinary person could bear.
Smack!
The chair tipped over sideways, and the designer was knocked flat onto his backside.
The designer: "???"
He felt as though a truck had hit his shoulder, and his head was buzzing.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Agony shot through his shoulder. He clutched it with his right hand, his face deathly pale as he sucked in sharp breaths.
One second, he had been excitedly discussing the designs.
The next, he was seriously injured.
How was this any different from sleeping with someone's wife and being caught red-handed by her husband? Both sent his mood plunging from heaven to earth!
"Ah!"