Although it is very difficult to distinguish the words from the waves of murmuring.

But Duke was able to make out the common language of the continent they spoke. And when he concentrated his mental energy to listen to himself, the words "north" and "ritual" were caught by him intermittently but unusually clearly.

Rites of the North?

These two unrelated words instantly reminded him of his own territory and the time he had encountered cultists before, and he had a natural sensitivity to these words.

He continued to concentrate on grabbing some useful information from the murmuring again, but the murmur began to turn into a meaningless torrent of information against his spirit, and he was unable to extract anything again.

In the face of the gradually rising temperature, he began to move deeper with his heart sideways, hoping to get more useful information.

But just as he took the first step, he instantly felt a whirlwind of the sky, his vision became blurred, and the sense of disembodied wandering was gradually disappearing.

Duke woke up from his bed, sweating all over his back, and his eyes were filled with the familiar furnishings of the bedroom and the morning light shining through the curtains.

If it weren't for the slight discomfort caused by the separation of the spirit and body for too long, Duke would have had every reason to believe that everything he had experienced before was just a dream.

He tried to use the psychic connection system, and quickly got a response. Then with a wave of his left hand, he released a ball of water and slapped it on his face, feeling the cold touch and his brain gradually sobering up.

A nameless sense of urgency immediately weighed over him, and he couldn't be sure what he was referring to in that golden space, or if it was really someone preparing the worst-case scenario against the North.

Thinking of this, Duke quickly rolled over and got out of bed, and he felt that he needed to strengthen his men immediately to ensure that he had more hole cards in his hand to deal with possible situations in the future.

After breakfast, he told the guards to inform his three ministers to go to the open area west of the city to conduct a test, and then boarded the carriage and drove to the test site.

When he arrived at the test site, he found that Lenia was already gesturing with an iron pipe, and the anvil was anxiously surrounding her to say something, but the disapproving expression on her face indicated that she was obviously not taking it seriously.

Looking at the black dirt on the soles of Lenia's boots and the panting horses next to her, Duke knew that she should have come directly from the nearby barracks, and only then could she come in such a short time.

This Nizi did not slack off on official duties.

Duke touched his chin and feigned a cough interrupting Lenia's unequal conversation with Anvil.

"Lord, is this what you're talking about as a new weapon?"

After saluting, Lenia handed the iron pipe in her hand to Duke and asked with some confusion.

This iron pipe was the first prototype of the magic musket made of anvils, and it was somewhat similar in form to the flintlock pistol that Duke knew.

It's just that its main body is an iron pipe, and the tail is made of solid wood about 30 centimeters long. Underneath the tail of the iron pipe is the trigger and the medicine pool, and from the side of the medicine pool extends an anvil covered with engraved magic patterns.

The magic fluctuations generated by the activation of the magic trigger are transmitted by the magic pattern engraved on the anvil, and this spark of magic is used to ignite the energy supply magic stone powder in the medicine chamber.

To use it, you need to press the powder from the front of the muzzle with a special wooden stick, then press the projectile into it, and then pull the trigger to fire.

Since detonating the Energizing Magic Stone powder is essentially a magical explosion, it does not produce smoke from burning to obscure vision or pollute the surrounding air.

"This is indeed the new weapon I need, and now let's have the anvil show us how to use it. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Joseph and Vlavic, and Duke smiled as he asked the anvil to show everyone the power of the new weapon.

The anvil nodded in agreement, took the musket from Duke's hand, took out the powdered energy supply magic stone from the breast pocket, poured it into the barrel from the front of the muzzle, then took out the projectile and pushed it in, and then pulled it out of the special wooden stick hanging under the barrel, and reached into the barrel to compact the two.

Since everything is magical, there is no need to pour energy supply stone powder on the outside of the anvil to ignite the fuel part of the potion chamber.

The anvil lifted the barrel of the gun directly and slowly aimed at the target set up about fifty meters away, holding his breath.

Joseph and Vlavic, who had just arrived, watched the anvil for some reason, wondering what the dwarf was doing.

Although they had seen the dwarves steaming, this time the anvil only used the barrel of a gun, not the huge and bulky metal backpack that they used to carry behind their backs.

By the time they were about to ask, the anvil had already pulled the trigger.

With an extremely slight fluctuation of magic, a crisp explosion erupted from the small medicine warehouse in an instant.

With a bang, a round projectile shot out of the muzzle, and the target fifty meters away immediately fell in response.

"This ......," Joseph looked at the iron pipe in the dwarf's hand in great astonishment, and at the target that had fallen to the ground fifty meters away.

He said in a highly uncertain tone, "This...... Is it a new invention of the dwarves? a new type of steam rifle?"

Lenia and Vlavic also had the same question rising in their minds, only Duke was slightly dissatisfied.

He had just applied the Eagle Eye Technique to himself to observe the trajectory of the projectile, and according to the trajectory of the flight just now, sixty meters should be the maximum accurate range of this new musket, and the projectile that exceeded this distance would become very erratic and miss the target.

"Now for the second experiment, put the armor of a soldier on a 50-meter target. Anvil said to the guards who were guarding the side.

The guards then put a set of ordinary soldiers' standard armor on a fifty-meter target.

The standard armor of ordinary soldiers is mainly composed of leather, and iron plates are lined with iron plates in key parts as protection, while the animal fur made of other standard tanning in other places has relatively limited protection ability.

The anvil expertly reloaded, raised the rifle again, and slammed through the armor with ease.

"Upper Knight's Plate Armor. ”

Anvil shouted, and the surrounding soldiers put a common set of knight's plate armor on the target.

This set of plate armor is generally worn by low-ranking officers in the army who have awakened the power of knights, and is composed of several pieces of iron armor, which has strong protective capabilities and is also a symbol of identity and strength for many people.

But it was this protective gear, which symbolized the status and great strength of the knight's class, and it was completely destroyed with a dull crisp sound under the disapproving aim of the anvil.