Although a large part of the ultimate purpose of Su Wen's trip was related to the goods of this group of roadblockers, he did not make a decision to buy it lightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"How do I know if there will be cheaper muskets in Southern Highlands?"

Su Wen asked the rosacea nose in the leather jacket.

"Hey, brother, since you know that this is a musket, you shouldn't know that even if you go through the entire Southern Plateau City, you won't be able to buy a single part of it. Of course, you have to have a relationship with the underground forces, I didn't say it, but if you want to get these good treasures without going through the relationship, you promise to regret it for half your life if you miss me!"

"Huh?"

Su Wen became interested: "You mean that this thing can't be bought on the market?"

"Of course, how could it be called a prohibited weapon?" replied the drunkard-nosed cowboy exclaimed. At the same time, he opened the medicine tank of the musket, cleaned up the ashes after burning, and replied in a bellows-like voice: "Even in the Iron Forge, it is not easy to get these things, you seem to be a knowledgeable person, this musket in my hand only needs 800 gold coins to belong to you, damn, I will quote at least 1000 for everyone else." ”

Su Wen thought to himself that 800 gold coins was not expensive, and he was about to be able to buy two Lyticias.

Moreover, although the effect of this flintlock musket seems to be similar to that of a mechanical rifle, in fact, it is not a dimension at all in terms of structural complexity or craftsmanship, and if a machine gun can only be called an "ancient weapon", then the flintlock musket is probably classified as a primitive weapon - except that it is much more powerful and has a long range, it is really limited in what is better than the crossbow.

If, in the Northern Continent, even this primitive musket was banned from the market as a prohibited weapon, Su Wen felt that his future path would be very broad.

"I don't need a musket because I already have it. ”

Su Wen said this, took out the captured flint pistol from his pocket, and shook it in front of the nose.

"But you sell pistols, gunpowder and bullets, I'm more interested in that. ”

Rosacea was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Of course, as long as there is something here, we will sell everything." But I have to tell you in advance, pistol gunpowder is stronger than rifle gunpowder, they are the work of those goblins, and they are not cheap. ”

"What you want is strong, how can you sell it?"

Soon, a cortical gunpowder horn was brought to Su Wen's eyes.

"It's half a liter of strong black powder, enough to fire your pistol 30 or more. By the way, we also have a small powder bottle for novices, oh, pour one small bottle at a time just right, to avoid hand tremors. A black-bearded strong man said to Su Wen, "The gunpowder corner only costs 10 gold coins a bucket, and the powder bottle is three gold coins." For bullets, I personally recommend using lead bullet, because even if you don't die at the time, you won't live long. ”

Suvin eventually bought a powder corner, but did not buy any bullets.

In fact, even if Su Wen didn't buy anything here, he still had to find ways to study the black powder weapons in the world after arriving at the Iron Forge, which was inextricably linked to the plan in his heart after all.

Taking the full powder keg, Su Wen lifted the lid, looked at the black powder balls inside, and then asked the group of cowboys, "Do you have any better firearms besides these muskets?"

"That's the best thing, we don't fool buyers with arquebuses. Rosacea handed over the spear in his hand and showed Su Wen the nameplate engraved on it, which was a long-haired monster-like symbol, "The latest item of the Woking Goblin Chamber of Commerce, a good product that was only released last year, are you sure you don't want to buy one and try it?" I'm afraid its performance will be several streets away from the old guy in your hand." ”

"Still no, thank you. ”

As soon as he finished paying, Su Wen saw a fast horse galloping from the direction of the town.

Immediately riding a young man, he held his hat in the bump and shouted to this side: "The red-haired people are coming to raid, and they will be here in ten minutes!"

After hearing this, the cowboys present suddenly dispersed, collecting things and pulling horses, completely leaving Su Wen's carriage in the middle of the road. In less than two minutes, the simple sheds and roadside cargo boxes were all cleaned up, and the group of arms dealers who blocked the road to sell suddenly turned into ordinary passers-by, passing by Su Wen and heading towards the depths of the wasteland.

Before leaving, the rosacea nose also said goodbye to Su Wen cordially.

He shouted to Su Wen: "Don't be found out that you have a firearm, even if you are discovered, don't confess us, otherwise we will catch up and shoot you in the ass with a musket!"

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A few minutes after the carriage continued to move, Su Wen saw several heavily armed knights approaching, their armor emblazoned with the royal insignia of the Duolun Empire, and the metal round hat on their heads with a flowing red ribbon.

A knight lifted his helmet and reached out to signal Su Wen's carriage to stop.

"Citizen, have you seen any suspicious guys, we have received reports that someone is illegally selling weapons on the road!"

He asked aloud.

Su Wen nodded: "Yes, five minutes ago, there was an unknown carriage heading in the direction behind me, maybe it was the person you were looking for." ”

"Chase!"

Looking at the backs of this group of knights and war horses departing quickly, Su Wen was very happy in his heart.

If the rosacea hadn't threatened him, he might have pretended not to see anything.

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As a rare oasis in the Northlands and the closest town to the exit of the Great Valley of Naprado, the town of Certores should have a very developed business and tourism industry, but probably because it missed the main roads of the major caravans, it looks like it is hundreds of years behind the towns in the middle of the empire, and even public facilities such as magic lighting are not fully popular.

Naturally, the town is not very large, and you can see it at a glance from the hillside in the distance. There was a huge bell tower in the middle of the town, and the lighthouse on the top of the building was turned on just when Su Wen's carriage drove into the town, and two huge bright rays of light cast into the sky in the distance, which was quite spectacular. But other than that, there is nothing commendable about this town in the wasteland, but it is full of the smell of yellow sand, coupled with the discomfort of not long after entering the Northland Plateau, Su Wen always feels a feeling of depression.

The carriage stopped in front of the largest hotel in town, where they had been staying for the night. The nearly 20,000 gold coins in his hand were an astronomical amount of money no matter where they were placed, and there was no need for Su Wen to deliberately save anything.

The waiter who had been entrusted with the greeting took care of the gray-haired horse that had come from the mercenary mission, and Suven and Laetitia dragged their luggage into the hotel. This is already the norm for them these days, traveling in a carriage during the day and resting in the local town at night, Suwen only told Laetitia about the destination of the trip, but did not tell her why she went there, and the half-elf girl didn't seem to be interested in it, anyway, Suwen followed wherever she went.

Her interest was all in the Glock 18, at least that's what Suwen thought.

Although each place has its own specialty, the sand scorpions and white worms, which are the specialties of the Northland Wasteland, are not delicious to Su Wen at all. In front of the dining table, the huge scorpion was fried to the outside and tender inside, and the carapace was dismantled to reveal the meat inside, Su Wen could barely eat a few bites, but those oily insects could only make Su Wen's brain make up a large plate of brain pulp, and the most important thing was that they smelled faintly fishy, so that he really couldn't understand how the diners at the table around him ate them with relish. In short, Su Wen felt a little like vomiting after only one bite, and Laetitia had never been interested in meat, only nibbling on the same staple bread in small bites.

After dinner, in front of the small desk in the hotel room, Su Wen opened the corner of the pot of gunpowder, poured out a small handful of the black gunpowder balls inside, and observed it carefully.

In Su Wen's memory of black powder, this kind of combustible material that has long been eliminated is mixed with nitrate, sulfur and carbon in a certain proportion, and a large amount of gas can be released while burning, so it will produce a deflagration effect in a limited space. The fundamental principle of the primitive weapon of the musket was to use this effect to push the bullet out at high speed to inflict damage, and until the birth of kinetic weapons, all mechanical weapons were also made based on this principle.

Although he had learned from the system that the essence of the Brilliant Continent was different from the world in his memory, so he didn't know if the black powder here would be the same name as the above-mentioned but different things, but after Su Wen lit a pinch of gunpowder on the table with a match, the bright flames and a large amount of smoke and dust that burst out instantly still confirmed his conjecture: even if the two were really different, their basic principles were the same.

The history of firearms is actually the history of gunpowder, in other words, the history of kinetic energy modules. The craftsmanship and choice of materials are of course the most important thing, but gunpowder is the root of everything - if only black powder is relied on, the development of firearms may only stop at the stage of flintlock pistols, and even if they can evolve to the same level as mechanical weapons by virtue of the ingenious design of firing elements, there will be a gap in their performance.

In other words, black powder, as a primary incendiary agent, if it dominates the thermal weapons of the Brilliant Continent, then it only says one thing: the creatures of this continent have not yet discovered or made better gunpowder.

This is undoubtedly good news for Su Wen.

And just as Su Wen was about to ask the system about the situation in this regard, there was a sudden knock on the door of the hotel room.

Laetitia, who was practicing holding a gun while exercising her arms with small dumbbells, put down what she was holding, and after getting Su Wen's acquiescence, she walked over and opened the door, and then Su Wen saw a young girl wearing a light blue hood standing behind the door.

Upon meeting Laetitia, the girl seemed a little surprised by her half-elf status.

But she quickly calmed down, and asked Laetitia, "You are from the Great Valley of Naprado, and you are going to the Southern Plateau City?"

Laetitia nodded.

"Oh, that's right, I'm a member of the Wizards' Guild of the Duolun Empire, and I have something to tell you: the section between the town of Certores and the city of Southern Plateau has been infested with a large number of magical beasts in recent days, and our guild is in the process of clearing it. If you are in a hurry to set out in these two days, it is better to take a detour, otherwise you may be in danger - since the notices posted for two days have no effect, and you can only knock on the door to inform you, so I apologize for the interruption. ”

"Warcraft?"

Su Wen, who originally thought he was a salesman and didn't pay much attention to it, heard this word, and immediately came to a lot of energy.