Foujar was immediately attracted by the technology Aaron demonstrated.
In the world of dwarf master craftsmen, rune technology is an ancient and fixed technology. They use exquisite forging skills to fix the power of magic on weapons to enchant them.
But the technology displayed by Aaron is completely different from the dwarf's rune technology. If the dwarf's rune technology fixes magic on a piece of equipment, then Aaron's rune technology allows magic to change the entire piece of equipment.
Make it what you want it to be.
As soon as he saw it, Fujar was almost certain that Aaron's "war rune technology" was a more advanced technology compared to the technology he currently mastered!
If weapons and equipment can be enchanted and transformed into the state they need by injecting magic power, wouldn't everything in the world be transformed? Anything can be turned into a weapon?
Fogar felt that a door to a new world was opening in front of him, and the dwarf rune master stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the grand blueprint shown by Aaron.
The blueprint formed by magic just flashed by and disappeared into the air in Foujar's regretful eyes.
"You!" the dwarf craftsman clapped his hands in annoyance: "Let me watch for a little longer!"
Aaron shook his head: "You are not good enough to master the above technology now, Foujar, I just pointed you in a direction."
Foujar continued to be tough: "If you don't show me clearly, how will I know whether I can master the above technology?"
"Let's not talk about this for now." Aaron then asked: "Where are the firearms I have been asking you to make before?"
"It's done." Fujar stared at Aaron reluctantly. After seeing that Aaron really didn't show off his "war rune technology" idea, he opened his cabinet and took out a beautifully crafted flintlock gun.
Passed it to Aaron.
Aaron took the blunderbuss and played with it carefully.
"The standard dwarf flintlock gun has a caliber of 17 mm, a gun length of 1.2 meters, a gun weight of 4.2 kilograms, and a projectile weight of 20 grams." Foujar said in a muffled voice: "This fire gun can easily deal with anyone whose challenge level is below the elite level.
Monsters, compared to archers, fire blunderbuss does not require months and years of practice. You can get started with just one or two hundred rounds. Compared to crossbowmen, fire blunderbuss has a better armor-piercing effect."
Foggal introduced in a muffled voice: "But the firecracker still has its problems. First of all, the range of the firecracker is not as good as that of the bow and arrow. Don't expect any effect beyond 50 meters. Furthermore, the loading of the firecracker is very troublesome.
After a shot, it takes some time to reload, but our enemies will not give you such ample time."
"The dwarves don't like to use fire guns because it's not our tradition." The master dwarf craftsman sighed: "The ones who equip fire guns on a large scale are our disgusting evil compatriots, the gray dwarves."
"Grey Dwarf?" Aaron continued to play with the fire blunderbuss, flint clip, flint, fire sickle, medicine pool and trigger, which made him feel like he was back in the era of queuing up to be shot.
Old Guards, charge!
Ahead is Moscow, and Alexander's end has come.
Alexander, you are not in Moscow at all. Where have you been hiding?
I must regroup my troops!
"Well, gray dwarves." Faugal nodded: "The gray dwarves use firearms by using four people together to use a blunderbuss. This can ensure that one shot can be fired every 5 seconds, but the price is that the service life of the firearm will be shortened.
It is greatly weakened and the trouble caused by overheating is always there."
"That's all there is to firearms." Foujar finally concluded: "It's no big deal. Why are you so obsessed with this?"
Aaron smiled and nodded repeatedly. Indeed, this is a kingdom, a world of swords and magic. Firearms may have been an epoch-making breakthrough for him in his previous life, but in the kingdom... what's the big deal? Isn't it just a little more powerful?
A hand crossbow that is stronger and more troublesome to load?
You have to know that as a monk of the Sword Saint Sect, every arrow of cousin Maximian has extraordinary armor-piercing power, which is stronger than the fire blunderbuss. You don’t know where it is, and there are also the pair of magic archers of the Snow Elf brother and sister.
Even more so.
It’s no wonder that firearms existed during the Imasca Empire, but they still look like this many years later.
"No enchanted damage weapon is the younger brother."
——A bloody battle devil who did not want to provide his name
"You said gray dwarf, right? Then what kind of dwarf are you?" Aaron asked while playing with the long-barreled firegun.
"I'm a shield dwarf." Foujar seemed unwilling to say more on this issue: "Anyway, just don't confuse me with gray dwarves and gold dwarves. I'll give you this gun. You can use it when hunting."
, let’s just treat it as a toy.”
"Thank you for the gift. Does this fire blunderbuss have a name?" Aaron raised the long-barreled fire blunderbuss. It seemed that he really liked this fire blunderbuss.
"Moradin's sausage," said Foujar.
"Ah?" Aaron put down the gun and looked at the dwarf master craftsman.
"Moradin's sausage," the dwarf repeated.
"I know, but isn't there something about this name..."
"Moradin's sausage." Foujar calmly repeated it again. Seeing Aaron's astonished expression, he said calmly: "Yes, that's what you think."
Aaron's expression was tangled. He thought, isn't this a blasphemy against the gods? How could this dwarf make fun of his father like this?
Who would have thought that looking at his expression, the master dwarf craftsman was so heartbroken that he put his hand on his head: "Hey, I thought you understood the humor of our dwarves, but it turns out that you still don't fully understand it after all."
"It's really tiring to explain our humor to you." Foujar's well-designed humorous jokes were not understood by Aaron, and the dwarf craftsman was disappointed: "Okay, if there is nothing else, you can go, I still have
I have other things to be busy with.”
The humor between different races is really difficult to understand.
Aaron thought in his mind.
"Wait a minute, Foujar, come with me to the shooting range to experiment."
"Are you doubting my familiarity with my weapons as the maker?"
"Don't you want to learn my war rune technology?"
"Oh, Father God, what would my ancestors say? (The dwarves swear to express surprise, which also implies dissatisfaction and disagreement)"
"Your ancestors will receive a little human shock." Aaron enthusiastically invited: "Come on!"
"..." Foujar was forced to agree.
The Ninth Legion was stationed next to the Wareham Blacksmith Guild. Aaron said hello to Maximian and Doherty who were training here and took a stand on the shooting range.
There was a target fifty meters away. Aaron stood still and followed Foujar's instructions, wrapping the projectiles in grease-soaked linen cloth and loading them into the bore.
There was a large circle of soldiers around, as well as cousin Maximian and weapons master Doherty. The difference was that Maximian looked at this with interest. He played with firecrackers when he was a child.
Yes, but Doherty was slightly contemptuous.
Pure men need to fight in close combat!
But as Aaron moved, Doherty opened his eyes suddenly.
This power?!
Aaron slowly raised the barrel of the fire gun. From his blue eyes, the holy symbol of the eight-pointed star of chaos began to appear, and the chaotic magic power flowed like a spring into his heart, like thousands of rivers.
It rushed out like a rushing stream and swept through his whole body like a violent storm.
The power of chaos is roaring!
The three-color aura of bright red, azure blue, and pink and purple spread along Aaron's blood vessels, and quickly immersed into the long-barreled weapon "Moradin's Sausage" he held along his arms, with silver-black enchanted silk threads along the
Holding the trigger and gun handle, the gun bore was filled with enchantment. Chaos runes were arranged in a row along the gun body. Red chaos characters also appeared on the surface of the black projectiles inside the barrel. The black gunpowder was in the black powder.
Gradually overflowing with power from subspace.
When the eight-pointed star emblem appeared on the fire sickle, Aaron pulled the trigger at the target.
"boom!"
The muzzle of the gun that exploded like thunder spit out a tongue of flame that was nearly half a meter long. A red bullet shot out from the muzzle, drawing an arc in everyone's surprised eyes.
In an instant, there was an explosion, a skull-shaped fire rose into the sky, and the entire target was blown to pieces!
Maximian, Foujar and others were stunned.
Is this a dwarf firecracker?
Those who didn’t know better thought it was a fireball technique!
"How is it?" Aaron put down the blunderbuss and looked at Foujar with a playful look: "How are my skills?"
"Hmph~ Missed the target, 0 rings!" Fujar was still arrogant, but he almost immediately took the firecracker enchanted by Chaos from Aaron's hand. The dwarf craftsman pointed with an expression of shock and surprise.
The tip brushed against the barrel of the gun, brushing against the chaotic words and emblems on it.
It was the firecracker he had made, but he barely recognized it now.
"Is this your skill?" Forjar was playing with the fire blunderbuss. The dwarf craftsman simply couldn't put it down for this new weapon: "Father God, Your Excellency, how did you get it?"
"Didn't I say it?" Aaron replied with a smile: "It's the memory awakened in my blood."
"I know this is a memory awakened in your blood. I'm asking, how did these technologies appear?" Foujar's eyes became brighter and brighter.
If this technology can be promoted, then useless equipment such as firearms will once again appear on the stage of history!
As the inheritor and promoter of new technologies, Fujar will engrav his name in the history of the dwarves and be immortal for generations to come!
"It's Salian Technology!" Aaron looked at the shocked expressions of the people around him with satisfaction.
"Then where did your Salian technology come from?" Foujar continued to ask, the dwarf was really interested.
"Awakened from the bloodline." Aaron answered naturally.
"What bloodline do you have? A god-demon descendant?"
"Salian's blood."
The question stopped here, Foujar raised his head, and the dwarf craftsman's big and small eyes were fixed on Aaron.
Aaron also looked at the dwarf craftsman: "Awakened from the blood, do you want me to say it again?"
After a long time, Foujar finally couldn't help but laugh. The dwarf craftsman laughed loudly, slapped his chest hard, looked up to the sky and laughed, tears rolling down his face, and two shallow lines were cut on his dark skin.
mark.
"I take back what I said before. Your Excellency still understands the dwarf humor very well." Foujar smiled for a while and then retracted his smile. He casually wiped the saliva from his lips with his sleeve, and he couldn't be more excited: "Okay, I
Got it, please teach me this technique, I'm willing to do anything!"
"This is the bolt gun technology. I'll hand this technology over to you first." Aaron nodded: "Give me some time."
"Also, come up with a new name. The previous name was really weird." Aaron motioned for you to keep the firecracker first. When you get back, I will memorize the blueprints and enchanting techniques on a parchment roll and hand them to you.
"I know." Forjar was still playing with the new firegun, and the dwarf craftsman stroked the still hot barrel, thinking that the ironic name of Moradin's Sausage was indeed inappropriate.
Let’s call it “Moradin’s Big Sausage”!
This name is awesome!
…………
After completing a series of inspections, Aaron returned to his temporary residence.
Aaron's temporary residence is located on the bank of Feilongshui Lake near the Viscount Castle. It is a two-story ordinary small bungalow with an entrance garden and a small pond built in the garden. There is not even a wall around it, but a simple
A wooden fence encloses a piece of land.
Green grass is spread around the pond, and the small waterwheel is turning slowly. In the center of the pond, a small fairy dragon is lying in the middle of the pond, sleeping soundly. There is no doubt that it is the Hurek
Dragon Pani, the fairy from the forest.
When she first arrived in the new land, the accommodation was simple and the enjoyment was naturally far less convenient than living in Sousal. However, Eleanor quickly entered the state of being a hostess, and she kept the entire hut spotless, even though she only knew this place.
Even though it was a temporary residence, Eleanor carefully decorated every corner. The pastor also planted some plants on the window edges and balcony, and carefully decorated the room with carpets, tapestries and wallpapers.
This makes this temporary residence feel like home.
Aaron opened the door to his house, and a warm smell mixed with the aroma of food hit his face. Eleanor stood in front of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist. Her long bright golden silk hair fell to her thighs, and she was wearing a gray pearlescent jumpsuit on her lower body.
The stockings are in sharp contrast, her perfect model figure like a dancer is straight, her delicate face that no longer wears a mask is full of seriousness, and her beautiful sea-blue eyes have a serious flash, in the attributes of motherhood and wife
The cautious pastor lady looked like a newlywed wife at home.
Eleanor at home does not wear serious clerical clothes. The simple plain long-sleeved and pleated skirt still has a full charm. The gray stockings under the skirt are one of a kind. The pair of simple white leather high heels are extraordinary.
Eye-catching, overall looks like a
As beautiful as an angel.
"I'm back, Eleanor."
"Aaron, are you back?" Miss Pastor was focusing all her attention on the stew in front of her. She was carefully adjusting the heat. Before she could say anything more, she felt a pair of big hands hugging her waist from behind.
, the hot breath blew a restless hot wind in her ears.
Miss Pastor's legs immediately went weak and she collapsed in the arms of the man behind her, unable to stand evenly.
"Wait... wait, the food will be... burnt." Eleanor quickly begged for mercy: "Wait until after the meal, okay?"
"That's what you said!" Aaron smiled evilly and nibbled on the pastor's earrings. His move almost made Eleanor fall to the ground. Only soft waves remained in his originally serious sea-blue eyes.
Like joy and resentment.
The three months after arriving in the new territory were naturally the world of Aaron and Eleanor. Their busy but peaceful life not only brought great physical and mental satisfaction to Eleanor, but also forced her to deal with it alone.
Aaron's recovery.
Miss Pastor found that her body was no longer able to reject any of Aaron's actions. As long as he thought about it, she would automatically react.
This guy really beats me! Eleanor leaned her back against Aaron's chest and pursed her lips, sweet and distressed.
"Eleanor?"
"Huh?" Miss Pastor replied in a daze.
"The food is going to burn."
"Ah?...Aaron Salian! You bastard!" Eleanor smelled the smell, and the pastor girl woke up suddenly. She kicked Aaron's thigh hard with her beautiful gray feet: "Get away from me.
Stay away!”
"Hahahahahahahaha~ Let me help you." Aaron laughed loudly, and he quickly joined in the cooking to help Eleanor.
After dinner, Aaron summoned water to rinse the dishes and spoons: "Oh, by the way, I'm going out tomorrow and will be back in a few days."
"Where are you going tomorrow?" Eleanor was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper. When she heard Aaron's words, she couldn't help but raise her head: "Are you alone?"
"Yes, I am alone." Aaron put the bowl and spoon away: "I have to go to an appointment. During this period, I will leave it to you to arrange the territory, my dear."