The flaming torches approached the lead, and after the gray lead made a snake-like "hiss" sound, the guards who had been warned by Annan ran back to the city wall.

Annan covered his ears, and Ingrid next to him cast a puzzled gaze and said something, Annan didn't hear clearly, but it didn't prevent him from guessing: "Just do it." ”

Michael had already done so, and Ingrid and Erie Gravel covered their ears, and the long lead burned to the end.

After a brief silence, the powder keg standing about 50 meters away from the city wall turned into a fireball in an instant, and the terrifying explosion swept the surrounding rubble, bringing the smell of sulfur and saltpeter to the city wall, and the first deafening roar of black powder and its pitch-black silhouette could be heard in half of Starmoon Bay.

Ingrid looked at Annan's side face in a complicated way, "Is this magic?" Old Zorren, who didn't know anything, asked.

"It's the science ......," Annan added, "the science of magic." ”

It was difficult for Michael to improve the black powder into a strong man in seven days, so Michael used the ingenuity of a mage - he added a fast-burning magic material to the inferior black powder that could not be fully burned, so that the black powder finally reached the power of black powder.

According to the name of the magic image and the magic newspaper, it should be called magic black powder.

Four things are more cumbersome than three, and magic materials are often tied to a lot of value, but it's quite exciting at this time

Annan was glad and asked the guards to bring a money bag containing 100 gold coins and a treasure chest containing 500 gold coins to Michel to choose from: take 100 gold nar to study magic energy, or take 500 gold to continue improving black powder so that it can achieve similar effects without adding magic materials.

"Still want to improve?"

"Black powder has the original power when magic materials are added, so isn't it more powerful to add magic materials after improvement?"

Annan called it enchantment.

Michael chose the latter, and he was used to reaching out for money, and he couldn't go back to his old life as a mercenary to earn gold coins.

Annan and the others walked down the city wall and came to the shallow black pit blown out of the powder keg. Francois examined the scarecrow placed next to it in turn.

The scarecrow in a cloth garment is the worst, without a complete part. The fur-clad scarecrow burned badly towards the hair of the dynamite barrel, and the fur could not stop the explosion, and the fragments of the barrel exploded into the scarecrow's body. From the leather armor, the power of the explosion is only superficial. The leather armor still has scratches and holes, and when it comes to the armor, there is only pitch black dust on the surface, which makes Francois regret.

Obviously, the explosion sounds no less than a high-level spell......

"What if you put nails in the barrel of explosives?"

Annan expanded Francois's mind, making him imagine that a powder keg was thrown into a rat tide, exploding with a bang, and the splattering iron nails burrowed into the bodies of the surrounding rat men, and they fell like wheat.

"So...... Lord Annan...... Does this have anything to do with me? Old Zorren, who had been called from the haunted gold mine, trembled inexplicably and lame.

"What do you think of using black ...... How effective is the magic gunpowder blast? ”

"A barrel of magic powder is worth ten ...... No, fifty miners do a day's work!

Annan handed Old Zoren a batch of magic gunpowder and tested the power of magic gunpowder with ore: "But pay attention to safety, every resident of Xingyue Bay is a precious treasure." ”

Limestone mines also have a share. Lime does not distinguish which one is knocked with an iron pickaxe and which one is blown by gunpowder.

In addition, Annan also asked Old Zoren to invite the mayor of the town on his behalf and let them move to Xingyue Bay.

"I ...... On your behalf? "Old Zorren's lame leg shook even more.

"There are far more people in the North who know you than the mayor of the town."

Excited old Zollen ran fast, his legs were not lame, and he was able to raise his head at Hollin.

Next up is the main event, the magic gunpowder rifle. Because everything from the chamber to the trigger and the crosshair are all magically shaped by elite mages, and the bullets are poured by copper whiskers with molds, they are the same as plate armor - there are no two black powder rifles in this world that are exactly the same.

The advantages are the same as the plate armor, and the weight of almost 10 pounds makes it really capable of smashing people.

Guards in full armor brought in scarecrows. Annan loaded his ammunition, put the butt of his rifle on his shoulder, and aimed at the scarecrow about 20 meters away.

A 10-pound gun isn't heavy, but it's hard to hold it steady. After maintaining his balance for more than ten seconds, Annan pulled the trigger.

Bang –

The gunfire startled the sparrows in the clearing, black smoke rose, Annan put down his rifle, and the scarecrow opposite was unharmed.

"There's something wrong with the crosshairs."

Annan opened the blackened chamber of the gun, did not clean it, continued to load the bullets, aimed at the scarecrow, and pulled the trigger again.

Bang –

The scarecrow was still as neat as new, and in the distance the workers of the water-powered mill were gesturing in this direction. Annan observed the copper bullet and rubbed it with his fingers: "The bullet is irregular...... The mold also needs to be improved. ”

Load the third bullet and pull the third trigger.

Bang –

The guards on the ramparts looked curiously.

"......" Annan frowned and rubbed his shoulders under Ingrid's gaze: "The recoil is too great, and it may be uncomfortable for ordinary soldiers to fire five to seven shots...... We've got to find a way to unload the force. ”

"How?"

"Use ...... I don't know, let's try it first. ”

Annan can only guide the direction from a macro perspective.

Throwing the black powder rifle to Francois, Annan walked over to the target, observed it, and asked the guard next to him, "How do you feel?" ”

"Report to your lord! It feels like being hit by an elf! The guard, who had three dented bullet marks on his cuirass, reported.

"The Magic Powder Rifle is easy on unarmored and leather-armored enemies, but it can't deal damage to heavy armor."

Annan patted him on the shoulder: "I hope you don't blame me, I want to know if the plate armor can block the magic gunpowder rifle......"

"For the sake of Xingyue Bay!" The muffled shouts of the guards emerged from the helmets.

Annan nodded with satisfaction, and walked with Copperbeard to the waterwheel mill.

Ingrid deliberately fell behind, telling the guards: "The lord just doesn't know how to use the magic powder rifle properly yet, not deliberately shooting you......"

"I know that it is my honor to be beaten by Lord Annan!" The young guard puffed out his chest proudly.

"That's good."

Ingrid caught up with Annan, who stood outside the watermill and discussed how to train soldiers.

Annan's suggestion was to make a hundred magic powder rifles, select a hundred from the guards to become musketeers, and then improve them based on their feedback.

The water-powered mill is constantly making about 30 magic powder rifles per day. If the nezumi don't stop heading north, they will approach Starmoon Bay in about five months, and they have two months to improve.

Obsolete Magic Powder Rifles can also be sold to Olmedo.

(End of chapter)