Chapter 47: The Flintlock Pistol is Born

Barka looked disinterested, and began to operate Walker's arquebus. Listening to Kalia next to her, she said to Barka from time to time: "You forgot to clean the chamber of the gun, and you reversed the order again......"

Barka rubbed his hair irritably and said to Kalia, "Kaliya, can you please stop talking. The more you talk about me, the more likely I am to make mistakes. ”

"Okay." Kalia nodded and said to Barka, "I'll go see Brother Vane, you can practice hard." ”

With that, with a smile on her face, Kalia jumped to a rock not far from Vane, where she sat and watched Vane constantly wield her weapon or use her shield to practice defense and attack. There was no way, it was supposed to be Walker and he were training, but now that Walker was taken away by a few words from him, he could only wait until Walker came back. Before that, Vane could only practice imaginary, but more physical exercises.

The three of them spent the whole morning at the driving range, never seeing Walker back. So the three of them finished their practice and went to the blacksmith to find Walker. However, when he arrived at the blacksmith's shop, not only did he not see Walker, but even old Todd disappeared.

So the three of them had to go back to the inn, for none of them planned to stay at the driving range in the afternoon. Vane is because there is no one to train with him, and it is really not interesting to practice alone. Barka is very unavoidable of seeing muskets, and it is better to go fishing and drink fish soup and eat fish meat. Kalia also felt bored because she had been sitting there all morning watching Vane practice, and she didn't plan to go back to watching.

More than half a month passed quickly, and when Vane got up again this morning and planned to go to the training ground for a short practice, he found that Walker had appeared in the hotel.

"Hey, Kid Vane. How are you practicing these days? Walker asked as soon as he saw Wayne coming down from the second floor.

"I don't think it's good, I'm the only one there to wave my weapon in the air for more than half a month, and I feel honest, it's not good." Vane grumbled, and then he asked Walker, "You should be able to practice with me when you're here, right?" ”

"Of course, I haven't spent the past few days in vain. Look, what is this. Walker heard Vane complain, but he didn't care, believing that Vane would be interested when he saw his new gun, so he took the new gun out from behind and showed it to Vane.

"Oh? This is a gun that uses flint ignition? Vane looked at the new gun in front of him, he knew what Walker had run away for, but this gun was a little different from the flintlock pistol he remembered, so he wanted Walker to ask for verification.

"That's right, a new type of musket that fires a projectile by striking the flint and then igniting the gunpowder in the chamber. Again, thanks to your reminder. Walker excitedly introduced the gun in his hand to Vane: "You see, first clean the chamber of the gun, then put in the gunpowder, and then stuff the projectile." There is no need to plug the fire rope, just pull the trigger, and with a bang, the projectile is launched. It's simple and fast, right. It's a great invention. Just report the design principle to Ironforge, and old Todd and I will be famous. ”

Walker kept fiddling with the new musket in his hand, muttering to himself, "Will another lovely dwarven girl come to me, and if so, what should I do?" Promise her, yes, promise her. ”

Listening to Walker's endless talk there, Vane was a little helpless. He didn't care about letting the flintlock pistol come alive hundreds of years in the morning, it didn't have much to do with him. Now it was important to put a stop to Walker's fantasies, or he would be muttering here all day. After more than half a year of getting along, Vane is extremely sure of this.

"I said Walker, I already know the benefits of the new musket, shouldn't we go to the training ground for sparring?" Vane said as he put his hand in front of Walker's eyes and shook it.

"Oh, Boy Vane, can't you just make me think about it for a moment? There aren't many opportunities like that. Walker came back to his senses, listened to Vane's words, and said to Vane in chagrin.

"Think about it when you go to bed at night, it's time for us to get down to business, or we'll never think of going to Ironforge. Isn't it? Vane didn't care about Walker's chagrin, and stared at Walker directly with dead fish eyes.

"Well, you're boring. Your foundation is already pretty good now, all that's left is to continue to be proficient, and it's best to make these basic moves your instincts. Today I'm going to teach you some of the advanced techniques that belong to the Dwarven Elite Warriors. Walker said to Vane with an unhappy look as he put the new musket back behind his back.

This is not only because Vane's foundation is already good, but because of Vane's reminder, which makes Walker and Todd Sr. invent a new musket in return. In times like this similar to the Middle Ages, any skill is a great asset. If it weren't for the fact that Vane was an extremely special individual among the High Elves, it would be impossible for other High Elves to learn and become a good warrior, and it would not be a simple matter for Vane to let Walker train his melee combat ability.

When Walker and Todd Sr. returned the new musket to Ironforge, the wealth they could get was not a fraction of the money. Old Todd said that after all, he was not young, but for Walker, it was something that could greatly affect his future. Otherwise, there would be no way for Vane to have Walker teach him the fighting skills of the elite warriors of the dwarven race.

The two of them had just walked out of the inn when Walker suddenly remembered something, so he turned to Vane and asked, "What about Barka Kid?" Why didn't you see him come down? ”

"Barka? He's still in bed. Vane replied casually, disappreciatively.

"What?" Walker suddenly yelled in Vane's ear, "Pull him out of that damn bed at once." We can't afford to delay our trip to Ironforge because of him. ”

With a buzzing in his ears, Vane was dizzy and a little unsteady on his feet and complained to Walker, "Walker, how many times have I said, don't shout so close to my ears. This will make my ears unable to hear anything. ”

"Sorry, I forgot. It won't happen again. Walker said with an apologetic look on his face after listening to Vane's complaints.