Fogjar was immediately attracted by Aaron's technology.

In the world of the Dwarven Master Craftsmen, rune technology is an ancient and fixed technique that enchants the power of magic by attaching the power of magic to weapons through post-mastery of blacksmithing.

However, Aaron's technique is completely different from the dwarven's rune technique, if the dwarven's rune technique is to fix magic to a piece of equipment, then Aaron's rune technique is to make magic change the whole piece of equipment and make it the way he wants.

As soon as he saw it, Fujar was almost certain that Aaron's "War Rune Technology" was a more advanced technology than the technology he had so far mastered!

If weapons and equipment can be enchanted and transformed into the state they need by injecting magic power, then wouldn't everything in the world be transformed? Can anything be turned into a weapon?

Fojar felt the door to a new world open in front of him, and the dwarven rune master reached out to touch Aaron's grand blueprint.

The blueprint formed by the magic was only a fleeting moment, and disappeared into thin air in Fujar's regretful eyes.

"You!" The dwarven craftsman clapped his hands in annoyance: "Let me watch it a little longer!" ”

Aaron shook his head: "You are not enough to master the above techniques now, Fojar, I just pointed you in the direction." ”

Fujar continued to stiffen: "If you don't show me clearly, how do I know if I can master the above techniques?" ”

"Let's not talk about that." Aaron then asked, "What about the firearms I have been asking you to make?" ”

"It's done." Fujar stared at Aaron reluctantly, and after seeing that Aaron really didn't show his idea of "war rune technology" again, he opened his cabinet and handed Aaron a beautifully crafted flintlock firearm.

Aaron took the firearm and played with it carefully.

"Standard dwarf flintlock firebolt, caliber 17 mm, gun length 1.2 meters, gun weight 4.2 kg, projectile weight 20 grams." Fujar said in a muffled voice: "This firebolt can easily deal with any monster with a challenge level below the elite level, compared to archers, firebolts do not need years of practice, and they can be used with one or two hundred rounds, compared to crossbowmen, the armor-piercing effect of firebolts is better." ”

"But the firebolt still has its problems, first of all, the range of the firebolt is not as good as that of the bow and arrow, don't expect any effect from 50 meters away, and secondly, the firebolt is very troublesome to reload, after a shot, it takes some time to reload, but our enemy will not give you so much time." ”

"The dwarves don't like to use firebolts very much, because it's not our tradition." The Master Dwarven Craftsman sighed, "Armed with firebolts on a large scale, it is our disgusting evil kindred, the Grey Dwarves. ”

"Gray dwarves?" Aaron continued to play with the firecracker, flint clips, flint, fire sickles, medicine pools, and triggers, which made him feel like he was back in line to be shot.

Old Guard, charge!

Moscow is ahead, and the end of Alexandria has come.

Alexander, you are not in Moscow at all, where are you hiding?

I must regroup my troops!

"Yes, gray dwarves." Fogjar nodded: "The use of firearms by the gray dwarves is that four people use a firearm together, which can guarantee that one shot can be fired every 5 seconds, but at the cost that the service life of the firearm will be greatly reduced, and the trouble caused by overheating will always exist." ”

"That's all there is to firearms." Fogjar concluded: "It's not a big deal, why are you so obsessed with it? ”

Aaron smiled and nodded, indeed, this is the kingdom, the world of swords and magic, and things like firearms may be an epoch-making breakthrough in his previous life, but in the kingdom...... What's the big deal? Isn't it just a hand crossbow that is slightly more powerful and more troublesome to load?

You must know that as a warrior monk of the Sword Saint Sect, each of Cousin Maximian's arrows has its own extraordinary armor-piercing power, which is so strong that it is stronger than the fire gun, and the pair of demon archers of the Snow Elf brothers and sisters are even more so.

It's no wonder that firearms were available during the time of the Yoon Maska Empire, and they turned out to be the same many years later.

"If you don't have an enchanted damage weapon, you're a younger brother."

- A bloody devil who does not want to give his name

"You said the gray dwarves, didn't you? So what kind of dwarf are you? Aaron asked, playing with the long-barreled firecracker.

"I'm a shield dwarf." Fujar seemed reluctant to say more on the subject: "Anyway, don't confuse me with the gray dwarves and the golden dwarves, and this gun will be given to you, which can be used as a toy when hunting." ”

"Thank you for the gift, does this firebolt have a name?" Aaron held the long-barreled firecrackle up, and it looked like he really liked it.

"Moradin's sausage." Fojar said.

"Huh?" Aaron lowered his firebolt and looked at the master dwarven craftsman.

"Moradin's sausage." The dwarf repeated.

"I know, but is the name a little ......?"

"Moradin's sausage." Fujar repeated it again calmly, and seeing Aaron's stunned expression, he said in a surging voice: "That's right, that's what you think." ”

Aaron's expression tangled, and he thought to himself, isn't this blasphemy? How could this dwarf make such a joke about his father?

Who knew that seeing his expression, the dwarf master craftsman was simply distressed, and he pressed his hand on his head: "Hey, I originally thought you understood the humor of our dwarves, but in the end, you still didn't fully understand. ”

"It's really tiring to explain our humor to you." Fujar's well-crafted humorous joke was not understood by Aaron, and the dwarven craftsman was greatly disappointed: "Well, if there is nothing to do, you can go, I have other things to do." ”

It's really hard to understand the humor between different races.

Aaron thought to himself.

"Wait, Fojar, come with me to the shooting range for an experiment."

"Are you suspicious of my familiarity with my own weapons as a maker?"

"Don't you want to learn my war rune technique?"

"Oh, Father, what would my ancestors say? (The dwarf country scolds, expressing surprise, but also implies dissatisfaction and disagreement)"

"Your ancestors will reap a little human shock." Aaron warmly invited, "Come on! ”

"............" Fogjar was forced to agree.

The Ninth Legion was located next door to the Wilham Blacksmiths' Guild, and Aaron greeted Maximian and Doherty, who were training there, and set up at the shooting range.

Fifty meters away stood a target, and Aaron stood still, loading the projectile into the muzzle with a greased linen cloth as Forgar had instructed.

There was a large circle of soldiers around, as well as his cousin Maximian and the weapon master Doherty were all watching, the difference was that Maximian looked at it with interest, he had played with it as a child, and Doherty was slightly disdainful.

Pure masters are going to be close combat!

But with Aaron's movements, Doherti opened his eyes reluctantly.

This power?!

Aaron slowly lifted the barrel of the firebolt, and from his blue eyes, the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Holy Emblem began to appear, and the chaotic magic that flowed like a spring ran down his heart, galloping out like a thousand rivers competing for a stream, and swept through his whole body like a raging wind.

The forces of chaos are roaring!

Bright red, azure blue, and pink-purple three-color aura permeated along Aaron's veins, and quickly immersed himself in the long tube of fire gun of the weapon "Moradin's Sausage" he held along his arm, and the silver-black enchanted silk thread along the trigger and the handle of the gun, the chamber of the gun was permeated, and the power of Aaron was enchanted, and the chaos runes were arranged in a row along the body of the fire gun, and the black projectile inside the barrel also appeared on the surface of the red chaos text, and the black powder gradually overflowed with power from subspace.

When the eight-pointed star emblem appeared on the scythe, Aaron pulled the trigger on the target.

"Boom!"

The muzzle that exploded like thunder spit out a tongue of fire nearly half a meter long, and a red projectile shot out of the muzzle, drawing an arc in the surprised eyes of everyone, and the moment it touched the target, there was an explosion, and a skull-shaped flame rose to the sky, and the entire target was blown to pieces!

Maximian, Fojar and others froze.

Is this thing a dwarven firebolt?

I didn't know and thought it was a fireball technique!

"How?" Aaron put down the fire and looked at Fujar with playful eyes: "How is my technique?" ”

"Hmph~ off target, 0 rings!" Fujar was still stiff-mouthed, but he almost immediately took the Chaos enchanted firebolt from Aaron's hand, and the dwarven craftsman brushed the barrel of the gun with his fingertips with a look of shock and surprise, brushing the Chaos writing and emblem on it.

It was the firearm he had made, but he barely knew it now.

"Is this your technique?" Fogjar played with the firecracker, and the dwarven craftsman simply fell in love with the new weapon: "Father, your Excellency, how did you get it? ”

"Didn't I say that?" Aaron replied with a smile, "It's a memory awakened in my bloodline." ”

"I know it's an awakened memory in your blood, and I'm asking, how did these technologies come about?" Fojal's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

If this technology can be promoted, then firearms, which are useless equipment, will once again appear on the big stage of history!

And he, Fujar, as the inheritor and promoter of new technology, will engrave his name in the history of dwarves, immortal for all generations!

"It's Sallian Technology!" Aaron looked at the shocked expressions of the people around him with satisfaction.

"Then where did you come from?" Fujar continued to ask, and the dwarves were really interested.

"Awakened from the bloodline." Aaron replied naturally.

"What kind of blood do you have? Gods and demons? ”

"Salian's blood."

The question stopped at this point, and Fogjar looked up, the big eyes of the dwarven craftsman staring at Aaron.

Aaron also looked at the dwarven craftsman: "Awakened from the bloodline, do you want me to say it again?" ”

After a long time, Fojar could not hold back his laughter, and the dwarven craftsman laughed out loud, patting his chest vigorously, and laughing so hard that tears rolled in his eyes, and two shallow marks were plowed into his dark skin.

"I take back what I said before, Your Excellency still understands dwarven humor very well." Fojar laughed for a while before retracting his smile, and he wiped the saliva from his lips with his sleeve, and was so excited that he couldn't help but say: "Okay, I know, please teach me this technique, I am willing to do anything!" ”

"This is the technique of blasting the gun, I will hand it over to you first." Aaron nodded, "Give me a little time." ”

"Also, take a new name, the previous name was really weird." Aaron motioned for you to keep the firecrackle first, and when I got back, I would give you the drawings and enchantment techniques on a parchment scroll.

"I see." Fojar was still playing with the new firecracker, and the dwarven craftsman stroked the still hot barrel, thinking that the playful name of Moradin's sausage was indeed inappropriate.

Let's call it "Moradin's Big Sausage"!

The name is strong enough!

…………

After a series of inspections, Aaron returned to his temporary accommodation.

Aaron's temporary residence, located on the shores of the Feilong Water Lake near the Viscount's Castle, was a small two-storey bungalow with an entrance garden, a small pond built into the garden, and there was not even a fence around it, but a simple wooden fence enclosing a piece of land.

Green grass spread around the pond, small waterwheels turned slowly, and in the middle of the pond, a small goblin dragon was lying asleep in the middle of the pond, no doubt it was the goblin dragon Pani from the Hurek Forest.

When she first arrived in Xindi, the accommodation was shabby, and the degree of enjoyment was naturally far less convenient than that of living on Sussar's side, but Eleanor soon got into the state of a hostess, and the whole cottage was immaculately cleaned, and although she only knew that it was a temporary residence, Eleanor carefully decorated every corner, and the priest also planted some plants on the window edges and balconies, and carefully laid the room with carpets, tapestries, and wallpaper.

This makes this temporary home feel like home.

Aaron pushed open the door and was greeted by a warm smell mixed with the smell of food, Eleanor stood in front of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist, her long bright blonde silky hair falling down to her thighs, in stark contrast to the gray pearlescent pantyhose on her lower body, her perfect model figure like a dancer was straight, her delicate face that no longer wore a mask was full of seriousness, her sea-blue beautiful eyes had a serious glitter, and Miss Pastor with caution in her maternal and married attributes looked like a newlywed wife at home.

Eleanor at home did not wear a serious priest's uniform, the simple plain long sleeves and pleated skirt still had a full charm, the gray silk pantyhose under the skirt and the beautiful legs were one in a million, and a pair of simple white leather high heels were very eye-catching, and the whole looked like one

Angelic beauty.

"I'm back, Eleanor."

"Aaron, you're back?" Miss Reverend was concentrating all her attention on the stew in front of her, and she carefully adjusted the heat, and before she could say anything more, she felt a pair of large hands around her waist from behind, and her hot breath blew a restless hot wind in her ears.

Miss Reverend immediately weakened her legs, collapsed in the arms of the man behind her, and could not stand steadily.

"Wait...... Wait, the dish will be ...... Burn the lake. Eleanor hurriedly begged for mercy, "When you're done eating, will you?" ”

"You said it!" Aaron grinned and bit on Miss Pastor's earring, his movements almost causing Eleanor to fall to the ground, and the only thing left in her otherwise serious sea-blue eyes was soft and sparkling, as if she was happy and resentful.

The three months after arriving in the new territory were naturally the two-person world of Aaron and Eleanor, and the busy but peaceful life of the two not only brought Eleanor great physical and mental satisfaction, but also forced her to deal with Aaron's increasingly recovered body alone.

Miss Pastor found that her body could no longer refuse any of Aaron's actions, and she automatically reacted as long as he wanted to.

This guy is really going to eat me! Eleanor leaned her back against Aaron's chest and pursed her mouth, sweet and distressed.

"Eleanor?"

"Huh?" Miss Pastor was fascinated by the lake and answered.

"The food is going to burn the lake."

"Huh? …… Aaron Salian! You bastard! Eleanor smelled the scent, and Miss Priest woke up with a snarky start, and she kicked Aaron's thigh hard with her gray feet: "Stay away from me! ”

"Hahahahaha~ I'll help you." Aaron laughed out loud, and he soon joined in the cooking, giving Eleanor a hand.

After dinner, Aaron summoned water to rinse the dishes: "Oh yes, I'm going out tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days." ”

"Tomorrow, where are you going?" Eleanor was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, and when she heard Aaron's words, she couldn't help but raise her head: "You're alone? ”

"Yes, I'm alone." Aaron put the bowl and spoon away: "I'm going to make an appointment, and during this time, the affairs of the territory will be arranged by you, my dear." ”

Ms. Mistie-Tanshuer.

Let me see you for real!