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Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man. Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind? Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake. Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era. And the madness.

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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Fight to the Death (Part Two)

The elf struggled to control his impulse to rush forward, knowing he had to keep distant from the front line—with the firearm in his hand causing disruption to his opponent.

It could also attract the enemy's pursuit.

When humans first invented firearms, elves looked down on these iron tubes, because initially, firearms could only shoot a few dozen yards. Past that range, even the best sharpshooters could only manage to hit the ground at their feet.

But as time passed, the history of human firearms began to stride forward. In just a hundred years, humans had shared the newest firearms with the dwarves, those that could shoot two hundred yards or even farther. Some rangers in the elf kingdom had even seen humans and dwarves with firearms that could shoot four hundred yards.

Such firearms were extremely rare—it seemed you could count them on the fingers of one hand—just four of them.