Chapter 231, Dwarven Heavy Cannon and Half-Elf Ranger

It was a winter morning in Baron Jean, a cloudy day that was not clear.

In the master bedroom, Ryan was still resting, but the maid Olika had already woken up. She stood up reluctantly, her legs trembling and changing into the prepared maid clothes.

She felt magical again now.

Olika tied her waist-length black hair with a headdress and headband, and put on a new set of maid outfits. Before Ryan woke up, she walked gently to the head of the bed, letting Ryan lean on her .

Olika, whose soul was severely damaged, knew that if she wanted to cast spells, she could only rely on Ryan to provide her with mana. Through this method, she could slowly use magic to repair her soul. She herself had no magic power.

The flames in the master bedroom were crackling, and the dark elf shouted in a low voice: "Master~ master? Wake up, today you are going to watch the dwarves experiment with the latest artillery."

"...Yes, I'm going to see the dwarves test the cannon today." Ryan woke up slowly, and buried his head in the dark elf's plump chest: "Olika? How do you feel?"

"What...what else? It's just very comfortable..." The dark elf blushed. Recently, Veronica's energy was still on the wizard tower. Usually, Orika rested with Ryan at night. Naturally She is also responsible for serving Ryan and solving Ryan's needs.

After a good morning kiss, Ryan got up and changed his clothes. He suddenly asked with interest: "By the way, Olika, what is your dark elf's siege weapon?"

"It's a thousand-pound siege ballista, master." The dark elf helped Ryan wash up, and she continued: "This powerful siege ballista is blessed by the warlocks of the Hecate Sorceress Association, and it has great power. People hit by the ballista will be mutilated even if they don't die."

"So you can make ballista like a dwarf?" Ryan joked.

"The technology of making this thousand-pound ballista has long been lost, master~" Olika said helplessly, and the dark elf held Ryan's hand from behind: "Maybe the high elves still have it, but we, Druzzi, are here." No, all thousand-pound ballistas are under strict surveillance and will only be taken out when war is needed, and...many people believe that Hydra and Black Dragon are all you need to siege the city."

"Okay, I'm going to check the artillery, do you want to go with me?" Ryan changed his clothes, washed up, and he was about to go out.

As always, the dark elves were reluctant to leave the castle.

Coming out of the door, the sorceress Teresa stood at the door holding a purple staff. Today she was wearing a purple robe with black leather pants inside. When she saw Ryan coming out, her tone was indescribable. Strangely: "Finally willing to come out?"

"Oh, please, dear Teresa, I need time to get up too." Ryan said helplessly, "Don't you want to go out with me to watch the artillery?"

"Yes, I have seen a lot of Nord and Empire artillery, but I have never seen the heavy artillery of the dwarves." Speaking of this, the female sorceress also showed an interested expression: "It is said that the dwarves are the strongest. The power of the big artillery can be compared with the forbidden curse."

Thirty minutes later, the location of the artillery test was selected in the field.

Four dwarven heavy cannons lined up, followed by a cannon with a more strange shape. This cannon is composed of four smaller barrels side by side and placed on a cart.

The dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan came out, stroking his thick and smooth beard, wearing a somewhat funny heavy clothes - dwarf clothes specially made by a tailor in the collar, Dugan was wearing a round hat Putting a hat with feathers on it, crossing his arms and raising his head: "Your expectations, my baron, I have already made four dwarven heavy cannons and an organ gun for you."

"These cannons cost me nearly seven hundred gold crowns. My dwarf brother, you almost bankrupted me, do you know?" Ryan reached out and touched the dwarf heavy cannon. Ryan felt very satisfied with the huge muzzle.

"Well, our dwarves' things are indeed more expensive, but please rest assured, the baron, the cannons made by our dwarves and the cannons made by the humans in the empire on the other side of the mountain are completely superior. Their cannons are easy to explode or be dumb. And the artillery produced by our dwarves has absolutely no such problem!" Dugan also stretched out his hand to caress the barrel of his own artillery, and his face couldn't help grinning: "It's worth the money, you get what you pay for, my friend."

Gunpowder is the embodiment of force in the peak age of dwarves. Touching the black gun barrel, dwarf engineers can find deep comfort and a sense of blood connection.

Ryan also reached out and stroked the dwarven heavy artillery. There is no doubt that the appearance of gunpowder changed the course of the war. He had already seen the power of the empire's artillery, and now he had the dwarven artillery.

There is no doubt that the artillery of the dwarves is more powerful and has a longer range than the artillery produced by the Imperial Nuer Military Factory or the Brunswick Military Factory, but the cost is also more expensive.

With artillery, the subsequent wars will be completely different. Unlike large trebuchets, dwarven artillery is easy to carry and travel. The artillery is equipped with huge wheels, which can be pulled by pack horses or pushed by human power. For a trebuchet that needs to be loaded with several carts and takes several hours to assemble, the dwarf artillery is really higher than the trebuchet.

"For a dwarf cannon, we have four to five compatriots who are responsible for the whole process from loading to firing, and can fire a cannon in five minutes." Dwarf engineer Dugan Tiehan continued: "At the same time, dwarves are also fighters. Once If the enemy is approaching, we can also take up arms and fight, but my baron, I still want to emphasize that it is far better for us to shoot than to let us use weapons to fight."

"Don't worry, Brittania has the most powerful knights in the old world, and your flanks will be protected." Ryan nodded with satisfaction, the Britannia knights and dwarf artillery, the future combat effectiveness of his army is incomparable underestimate.

"Speaking of which, what is this?" The sorceress Teresa walked to the front of the special cannon behind the four heavy cannons, and the sorceress asked with great interest.

"This is the organ cannon, miss." The dwarf engineer talked about his favorite work, he laughed: "This is my big baby."

"Organ cannon?" Ryan also walked in front of the organ cannon. It has to be said that the four barrels are lined up side by side, which does give the illusion of an organ.

"The organ gun is composed of four smaller barrels." Dugan walked up to the organ gun, and he began to explain the special features of the organ gun: "Compared with the heavy gun, the organ gun has a shorter range and less power. The hit rate is also more erratic..."

"Then you still do this?" Teresa frowned subconsciously.

"...Listen to me, this beautiful wizard lady." Dugan laughed again and again. There was some irony in his laughter, but the words he said were not particularly harsh.

The dwarves are eccentric, desperate for face, value promises, are greedy for money and must pay back, and they are indeed not good at diplomacy and speaking, but some dwarves are indeed more talented in this respect than their compatriots. Dugan and his clan Having roamed the mountains for many years, he is a better talker (emphasis on dwarves) than many stony-tempered dwarves.

"The organ gun has a shorter range, less powerful artillery, and poorer accuracy, but it has a larger firepower coverage area and salvo power than the dwarven heavy artillery." Dugan continued to explain: "As long as it is operated properly A salvo of the four barrels of the organ cannon can directly destroy a whole group of enemies, something that cannons cannot do.”

"So we can place the cannon behind the position, but the organ cannon can be placed slightly forward?" Ryan immediately understood the relationship: "The organ cannon can quickly destroy the approaching enemy army, as long as it is properly protected, it can always play a role .”

"That's right, my baron, you are very talented as a commander." Dugan nodded.

The test firing of the artillery made Ryan very satisfied. Several stone houses used as targets were blown to pieces by the shells. Since the roaring shells can shatter such thick stone houses, it is no problem to deal with the city walls. Down.

"Very good." Ryan nodded again and again: "With this, we don't need trebuchets anymore."

"Of course, the trebuchet is almost eliminated by us dwarves." Dugan Tiehan raised his head: "My baron, leave it to us with confidence, we will fight wherever you ask us to."

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

Lion's hand and the dwarf's hand were held together.

It took the baron a whole morning to test the cannon. When Teresa and Ryan returned to the castle, the sorceress said with great interest: "I didn't expect that you could persuade the dwarves to make cannons for you. Do you know how difficult it is to serve the dwarves?" ? I have never seen a dwarf in Nord except the capital."

"There are few outsiders in Nord itself. It's normal not to see dwarves. Dwarves don't like to leave the mountains. If they really want to leave the mountains, the bitter cold place in Nord is not what they want to go." Ryan laughed Said: "Even I can't stay in Nord, let alone dwarves."

"So now I'm here too. Frankly speaking, I like this place, Ryan." Teresa walked beside Ryan, and the dirt road in the barony has been replaced by a stone road: "It's just a bit hot in summer. , other than that it's fine."

"Really? I thought you wouldn't like this place, especially your temper is not very good recently." Ryan's words sounded meaningful.

"Of course! It would be even better if you could get Veronica to leave with her things. Also, when will she have the money to build her own wizard tower?" Sure enough, the sorceress gritted her teeth when she mentioned this: " Tell me, Ryan, is her... worth that much?"

"???" Ryan's face was a little confused: "I don't know which one you are talking about."

"...Forget it, Ryan, I also want to have my own wizard tower!" Teresa's silver pupils shine through the black butterfly-patterned eyes: "You can build me one too."

"It takes money to build a wizard tower, my eldest lady." Ryan complained, "I'm so poor to make cannons, a small half of this year's tax revenue is spent on it."

"Is there any money for building a wizard tower for Veronica? No money for building it for me?" Teresa gritted her teeth, and veins and snowflakes began to appear on her forehead: "Don't lie to me, Veronica The wizard's tower is the most luxurious wizard's tower I've seen recently. She spent nearly two thousand gold dinars on the first floor alone... It's called Jinkron here, right? Where did she get so much money? Didn't you give it to her?"

"I didn't give the money to him. She deposited it with me. Last time we completed the task of hunting down the fallen hunter in Fort Marien, we got a lot of money." Ryan explained Veronica's wealth. The source, and then continued: "The establishment of the wizard tower was completely done by herself. At most, I gave her a place."

Teresa clenched the reins tightly with her small hands in white lace gloves, and the sorceress was very unconvinced.

These should have been mine! So is the Wizard Tower! So is his love!

Obviously I came first!

Thinking of her mother's teachings, the female sorceress held her breath, and she continued, "Then can you approve a place for me?"

"Yes, but you have to choose yourself." Ryan nodded: "Also, there are already two towers near the castle, you'd better choose a place farther away."

"I see."

As soon as he returned to the castle, Ryan ushered in an unexpected visitor.

It's the half-elf Estelle! The half-elf was wearing a buckskin cloak and a wood elf robe, with a recurve bow on his back and a short sword on his waist. When he saw Ryan coming back, the half-elf took the initiative to say hello: "Good afternoon, Ryan."

"Good afternoon, my friend, Estelle, what are you doing here?" Ryan got off his horse and shook hands with Estelle, only then did he notice that there was also a person standing behind Estelle. A half-elf: "This is..."

"He is my friend, named Dais." Estelle introduced to Ryan: "He is a ranger. He used to work for the Woodland Council. Malevolent dryads with fierce hostility... and other secret jobs."

"Hello, Lord Ryan Malcador, I have heard your name and I know your great deeds." The half-elf was wearing a dark green cloak with exquisite scales produced by wood elves inside, with a Wearing a face scarf and a green hood, only a pair of eyes can be seen: "It's an honor to meet you."

"It's an honor to meet you too, Mr. Daisy." Ryan shook hands with him.

At the same time, a series of weird thoughts popped up in the baron's mind: only disloyal guys have things to hide, secret circles built inside, and strange green hoods.

"I have something to say, my baron." Estelle sighed, and he blushed a little and said: "Daiss and I... want to take refuge in you, can you take us in?"

"this……"

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