Chapter 278 Inspiration From Solderin

Carmel looked at the skeletal fragments that Tyr handed over to him with some surprise. He didn't speak for a long time. Tyre smiled slightly when he saw it, and waved his hands carelessly: "Don't thank me, in fact, I am a flash in the pan for all of you. Empires and kingdoms are not interested in anything, it's just a small effort to help you."

"No, I'm just curious, do you usually keep everything in your stomach?"

Tyre: "...Yes, is there a problem?"

"No... there's nothing wrong with it, it's because of my narrow vision," Carmel put away the bone fragment with an expression of one hundred and forty lumens, "I'm still very grateful for your help, Miss Till. But why do you Will you pick up a piece of bone like this and bring it back?"

"Actually, I wanted to taste the salty and bland food, but then I thought that this human-shaped creature was really too heavy to eat, so I just picked up a bone and came back as a souvenir - but I didn't expect this thing to decompose rapidly. , it keeps decomposing even when I put it in my stomach." Tyre shook the tip of his tail, "I was going to find a place where no one was going to spit it out, but now that it's useful to you, I'll give it to you."

Carmel's expression darkened (literally), and suddenly she didn't want that sample much--although Tyre said that she brought back the bone to be a collection, but this process sounds like digestion. to half the stuff...

And he has to thank Tyr for accepting this thing...

Miss Kraken didn't know what Carmel was thinking. She just felt that she had finally finished talking about this very troublesome business, and the thought of going back to the house to sleep overwhelmed everything. After a big yawn, the sea caterpillar was gone. He raised his body and left the government affairs hall one by one.

Gawain returned to his study, not surprisingly to see Solderling waiting for him inside, while Betty was standing next to him with a large teapot, and seemed to have been looking after him here for a long time.

"We discussed about the post-war childbirth," Gawain rubbed Betty's head after entering the room, asked the little maid to rest next door, and then sat behind his desk, "I actually wanted to call you there too. "

Soldrin shook his head indifferently: "No, my current identity is not Cecil's retainer after all. It is not appropriate to attend your meeting as a Typhon commander and a prisoner of war for the time being."

"You always talk too much about these matters that have nothing to do with the overall situation," Gawain glanced at the other party helplessly, "I, the lord, said it's fine, so why are you insisting on it yourself."

"Most of the elves are like this. We are a true race," Solderling laughed. "Having dealt with elves so much, you should have gotten used to our principles."

He didn't say this, but as soon as he said it, a pointy-eared girl with no principle appeared in Gawain's mind: "...not all elves are like this, look at Amber, her The blood is probably not fake."

Soldering was helpless when he heard the words Amber. The guy with half elf blood was running around in the territory all day long, and he obviously left a deep impression on the high-level ranger: "Miss Amber... ... She is indeed half of the silver elf blood, but her style of behavior really makes people wonder how much that half blood is useful to her... Maybe it has something to do with the other half of her blood."

"As long as the good things are good, your silver elf bloodline is excellent, and if there are any bad things, it must be brought by the mixed blood.

Gawain glanced at Soldering, but he didn't take it seriously, he just made a casual joke to reveal the current topic, "Stop talking about this, what do you think of this battle?" "

"About your army, or about those monsters?"

Gawain tapped on the table lightly: "All."

Soldering laughed: "To be honest, your army surprised me, I noticed before that their equipment was strange and their training was different from regular soldiers, but I never thought about their fighting ability and fighting style. Is it like this. This is also the result of your seven hundred years of 'soul travel'? Some kind of knowledge from... lost time and space or another civilization?"

"Almost," Gawain said casually, "and this unit has not yet been formed. Whether it is in terms of weapons and equipment or training, they are quite different from my goals."

"It can be seen, such as those crystal bombs thrown with trebuchets," Solderling is indeed a high-level ranger from the Silver Empire, and he has the knowledge and vision to travel through the wasteland of Gondor 700 years ago. Seeing the incongruity in Cecil's defensive battle, "Huge power has obvious shortcomings. It's your helpless thing to use a primitive trebuchet to throw 'bombs', right?"

Gawain admitted Solderling's statement with a wry smile: "That's right, and we discussed how to solve this problem in our meeting today. To be honest, I urgently need a powerful, high-precision, long-range and easy-to-use Long-range weapons that are deployed and moved, humans suffer too much from physical fitness when fighting against aberrations, and we must make up for it with powerful equipment."

"Great power, high precision, long range, and easy placement and movement. Your requirements are not low." Solderling scratched his wig, "To be honest, I'm seeing you use trebuchets to make the kind of It was really distressing when something called a 'crystal bomb' was thrown out, most of the powerful magic devices exploded in the open space - I really wish I could add a blessing of the wind to each bomb, and then Shooting out with something more accurate like the Elf Ballista, at least it won't be so wasteful..."

Soldering said it casually, but Gawain's heart suddenly moved: Add an enchanting structure to the shell? ! Why didn't he think of it before? !

The limitations of thinking, the limitations of thinking - he has been thinking about the "artillery" structure on the earth, trying hard to find a solution from the so-called "launching mechanism", but he ignored that in this magical world, The cannonball itself can also be considered an enchanting target...

Gawain patted his head suddenly, he suddenly thought that even if he didn't fall into a misunderstanding in the "launching mechanism", he should be inspired by other examples: the missile on the earth is not a self-powered weapon What? Why didn't I think that I could achieve a similar effect on the shells when I made the otherworldly version of the artillery? Even if the cannonball cannot have the ability to fly by itself, reduce its weight and add wind runes, can it not solve the problem of insufficient thrust of the repulsion array or too long acceleration track?

He thought carefully about what was limiting his thinking, and finally he gradually understood the problem: it was the so-called "technical development steps".

Although he has realized more than once that magic in this world is convenient in many places, and lamented that the world has used magic to realize many things that are still science fiction concepts on earth, he still can't bear to think about some problems. I used the experience of my previous life to set the facts in front of him-he felt in his heart that missiles were a more advanced thing than artillery, it appeared after the artillery, so before solving the artillery problem, he never thought that he could Skip this step and find inspiration directly from missiles or rockets...

It's as if a person can learn to walk, and no one can think of letting him practice swimming first - but you say this to the siren?

Some sea-monsters can't walk upright even after tens of thousands of years old, and they can only arch when they land on the shore - but a koi wagging its tail in the water is a speed of 60 knots, which makes no sense...

In the same way, in this world where magic is developed, rockets are simpler than cannonballs - just like the current Cecil engineers used laser welding before the soldering iron was invented...

Here, Gawain's mind began to churn and a lot of emotions appeared in his mind, inspiring self-examination and inventing inspiration, but Soldrin, who was sitting opposite, was confused, and he saw that Gawain suddenly started to pat his head hard. , suddenly couldn't help saying: "I just said it casually, you don't need to be so entangled..."

"No, it's not your problem, I just thought of some ideas, cough," Gao Wen came back to his senses a little embarrassedly, and coughed twice to bring the topic back to the right track, "Let's get down to business first, what do you think about this time? What do you think of the new types of enemies that appear in battle?"

"There are mutants that have not been seen seven hundred years ago in those monsters, and they have intelligence, which is really surprising," Soldrin nodded, "It took us more than a year to travel through the wasteland of Gondor. , I have dealt with countless aberrations in the middle, but I haven't found any subspecies of them, but to be honest, with the abnormal environment of the Gondor wasteland, it is normal for those monsters to mutate after being trapped in it for seven hundred years. Yes - I am more worried about the extent of their 'intellectual awakening', how many monsters have mutated, how many monsters have higher intelligence, and how well they are organized..."

As he spoke, the high-level ranger frowned: "Monsters that are chaotic and insane are easy to deal with even if they are powerful, but monsters that become smart... I am very worried that they will pose a threat to the magnificent wall."

Gawain's expression became serious: "Do you think they are destroying the magnificent wall?"

"As long as they have awakened their intelligence, it is impossible to remain indifferent to the magnificent wall, which is a barrier that traps them, and breaking free is the instinct of all intelligent creatures," Solderling nodded, "They are naturally able to use The huge chaotic magic energy in the wastes of Gondor, if they know how to gather this energy and destroy the Sentinel Tower in a targeted manner, then the magnificent wall is really dangerous. The Sentinel Tower is strong and has a lot of defenses Institutions, but that is to deal with the energy invasion and wandering insanity monsters in the wasteland, and faced with an organized and orderly attack, the tower of the sentry will have a big problem.”

Gawain nodded slowly, then looked at Soldering: "I understand, then you should say goodbye to me."

"That's right," Solderling stood up, "we still have a lot to talk about, but the dangers of the Great Wall are imminent, and I must set off immediately to warn my people and figure out the status of that barrier— - Now that the territory has returned to safety, it is time for me to leave."

Gawain didn't mean to let this high-level ranger stay longer. After all, the other party was going to leave before, but he had to stay for a few more days because of the sudden attack of the monster, and it was not that he would not come back after that. It's just that before Solderling left, he couldn't help but ask: "Although you are very confident...how exactly are you going to cross the blockade of Typhon's border?"

"A good ranger is also a good infiltrator," Soldrin smiled confidently. "Have you forgotten how I got through the barbarian defense line and burned half of their camp with fire?"

Gao Wen thought about it carefully, and looked horrified: "Are you planning to wear women's clothes again?"

"I don't understand, why are you so surprised every time..."

Gawain: "...Actually, I think it's more useful for you to take off your wig than to become Soldrin, let alone a Typhon, even I may not recognize you..."

"Do not!!"

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