Wonsan Passington rode on his horse and looked up at the gray arrow tower above the castle, feeling a pang of amazement in his heart.

The Passington family declined more than a hundred years ago, and the ancestors who had made great achievements in the Continental War and won the supreme honor would probably be angry if they knew about it.

He has been practicing hard since he was a child, studying the art of war, hoping to regain the supreme glory of his family, and entered the royal guard with excellent results in passing the golden samurai examination at the age of twenty, and came under the command of the eldest prince, but he did not expect to be sent here after only a few days in the royal capital.

This was completely different from what he had envisioned, the Fourteenth Prince was a mediocre and cowardly man, he had heard of these things for a long time, and it was not a good errand to follow him to garrison Ember City, and even had no future.

Thinking of the current situation in the chalk country, Yuanshan felt even more gloomy, unlike other samurai who focused on the practice of fighting qi martial arts, he was always observing the changes in the current situation in the kingdom, and he was also paying attention to the changes in Rosa and Theron, which was the basic quality that a general should have, and leading thousands of troops across the battlefield was his life goal.

No matter what kind of beginning, it will lead to this end goal.

Wonsan slowly calmed down, and all difficulties and obstacles should not be a reason for failure. With a wave of his hand, he restrained the horses of the warriors in a neat phalanx behind him, stopping the slight commotion.

He saw several men come out of the castle, the one at the head was a little thin, but tall, with bright eyes and a gentle smile on his face.

But for some reason, Yuan Shan faintly felt an elusive aura from him.

Bai Xuan looked at the samurai on horseback in front of him, a little surprised, he originally thought that Bronn was just sending some ordinary royal guards to show him an attitude: he wanted to protect him.

And looking at the aura of these samurai at this moment, it seems that none of them are ordinary people.

"Your Highness. The Golden Warrior jumped off his horse and hurried forward and bowed, "Yuanshan Passington, on the orders of His Highness Bron, has come to Ember City to be at your disposal. ”

The warriors behind also dismounted one after another, bowing in unison.

"Yuanshan, are they all silver warriors?" Bai Xuan looked at the shining emblems of the silver mountain of the warriors, a little incredulous.

"Exactly, Your Highness. "Motoyama Dao," His Royal Highness Bron is forming the Silver Samurai Regiment, which is one of them, with a strength of fifty people, including me. ”

"Are you the captain?" Bai Xuan looked at his golden gold samurai insignia, which was the only one among the fifty people.

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

"Very well, you have traveled a long way, and you have worked hard. ”

Bai Xuan asked Donglei to settle the warriors to rest, and he and Kareth took Wonshan to talk while walking, asking him about some recent conditions in the royal capital.

Knowing that Kares was one of the youngest Templars in the kingdom, Motoyama naturally showed enough respect for the strong, and his attitude of not being humble or arrogant quickly won the favor of the two.

"So my brother sent you over when the Silver Warrior Regiment was not yet fully established?" Bai Xuan listened to Yuanshan's report and couldn't help but smile, "Our Highness Bron is willing to do it. ”

Yuan Shan bowed slightly.

"No need to be polite, I don't care about these things. The Golden Warrior covered it up well, but Bai Xuan still felt his loss slightly.

Bai Xuan didn't care about these either, because these would change soon.

With the manpower, he can form a hunting group, the reinforcements of the Winter Thunder family can be stationed in the city with the guards of Kares, and the silver samurai group of Wonsan can follow him to hunt the Rift Beasts.

There was another loud bang in the distance, Bai Xuan raised his head, his spiritual power spread over, and found that he could faintly hear the sound of Master Thomas laughing.

It doesn't look like there's going to be a wait until tomorrow.

Wonsan was a little surprised, he hadn't heard such a loud noise, the weather was clear, so it wouldn't be thunder, so where did the sound come from?

He hadn't seen the change in the expressions on the other people's faces, indicating that they were used to it.

Of course, they're all used to it, and now even the cleaning servants know that there's a crazy uncle in the backyard who is making an explosion for days.

When Bai Xuan saw Master Thomas, he found that the sloppy uncle was almost unrecognizable, most of his hair and beard had been burned off, emitting a scorching smell, and his clothes could no longer see their original color, turning into strands of cloth, looking like a primitive person who had rushed out of a cave.

"Oh, Your Highness, why are you here, this must be a heart, the explosion has been successfully tested, you see, this is magic crystal toner, this is fire cloud spore powder, this is black sulfur powder, this is black pine powder, and this, you can't guess what it is, haha, it's the magic cloud lead bar. ”

The demolition field is a large piece of wasteland behind the castle, which is very large, and is hastily fenced with a simple wooden fence, so that no one can actually enter even if there is no fence, but this is just to prevent nearby civilians from accidentally entering.

A huge rough wooden table was placed in front of Bai Xuan, and the barrels on it were full of various raw materials, as well as hundreds of coarse gray crystal bottles, the so-called crystal bottles were actually common glass bottles in the mainland, but the process was still very primitive, so the bottles were quite shoddy.

Each bottle has a label with the name and proportion of the material it contains, and the variety of combinations is dizzying.

"Master, this ......" Bai Xuan felt the heavy weight behind the word master, Master Thomas's crazy experimental behavior was destined to be successful.

Mixing Magic Crystal Toner and Fire Cloud Spore Powder is roughly equivalent to nitroglycerin, but adding black sulfur powder and then adjusting the ratio will produce a different effect.

If the ratio of the first two is reduced to a certain level, the mixture of the three will become very stable, and it will basically not change due to the influence of external forces, and if it is detonated, it will be necessary to use fire.

The master did not limit his thinking to the acquisition of fire, but used the demonized cloud lead instead, which was a very soft metal substance that Bai Xuan had never heard of, and it was certainly a product unique to this world.

After the demonization, the cloud lead has a special effect, as long as it changes its shape by a strong external force, it will burst into high temperature, the temperature is far higher than the open flame, but it will not burn in the general sense, because the flame cannot be seen, but the heat is released and then changes the properties and becomes powder.

Make the cloud lead into a thin strip like an incense stick, then demonize it, insert it into the crystal bottle, expose a section outside, seal the mouth of the bottle with mud, and when it is detonated, you only need to bend the exposed cloud lead suddenly, and then put the bottle on the ground and leave quickly.

Cloud lead transfers heat slowly, transferring heat to the part of the bottle after more than ten seconds, and then instantly causing the explosion of the mixture inside.

The hardest part of the work was to determine the proportions of the mixture, and the effects of different ratios were different, either too little powerful or not stable enough, and after hundreds of trials, Master Thomas finally decided that he had succeeded.

After the master finished explaining, he moved a bottle to Bai Xuan: "Your Highness, this is the one hundred and eighth test item, you can come and check whether it is the effect you want." ”

"Named after a number?" is a good idea.

"Your Highness, you can also give it a name. ”

"Oh, let's call it Water Margin. ”

"Kettle? This name is really simple, and it fits the appearance, so let's call it a kettle. ”

The power of the kettle was beyond Bai Xuan's imagination.