Chaos Crown

Chapter 239, Salian Technology!

Fojar was immediately intrigued by the technology Aaron was displaying.

In the world of master dwarf artisans, rune technology is an ancient and fixed technology. Through their exquisite forging skills, they can fix the power of magic on weapons for enchanting.

But Aaron's rune technology is completely different from the dwarf's rune technology. If the dwarf's rune technology is to fix magic on a piece of equipment, then Aaron's rune technology is to let magic change the entire piece of equipment. Make it what you want it to be.

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

If you can enchant weapons and equipment and transform them into the state you need by injecting magic power, wouldn't everything in the world be transformable?Anything can be turned into a weapon?
Faujar felt a door to a new world open in front of him, and the dwarf rune master reached out, wanting to touch the grand blueprint that Aaron had revealed.

The blueprint formed by the magic just flashed by, and disappeared into the air under Fojar's regretful eyes.

"You!" The dwarf craftsman clapped his hands angrily: "Let me watch for a while longer!"

Aaron shook his head: "Now you are not good enough to master the above technology, Fojar, I just pointed you in a direction."

Fojar continued to speak bluntly: "If you don't show me clearly, how will I know if I can master the above techniques?"

"Let's not talk about this first." Aaron continued to ask: "What about the firearm I have been asking you to make?"

"It's done." Fojar stared at Aaron reluctantly, and after seeing that Aaron really did not show his "war rune technology" idea, he opened his cabinet and put a beautifully crafted flintlock Handed it to Aaron.

Aaron took the gun and played with it carefully.

"The standard dwarf flintlock has a caliber of 17 mm, a gun length of 1.2 meters, a gun weight of 4.2 kg, and a projectile weighing 20 grams." Fojar said in a muffled voice, "This fire gun can easily deal with any challenge level below the elite level." Monsters, compared to archers, firecrackers don’t need years of practice, they can get started after one or two hundred shots, and compared to crossbowmen, firecrackers have a better armor-piercing effect.”

Fojar introduced in a muffled voice: "But the firecracker still has its problems. First of all, the firecracker's range is not as good as that of a bow and arrow. Don't expect any effect beyond 50 meters. Moreover, the firecracker is very troublesome to load. After a shot, it takes some time to reload, but our enemies won't give you that much time."

"Dwarves don't like to use firecrackers very much, because this is not our tradition." The master dwarf craftsman sighed: "It is our disgusting evil kin, the gray dwarves, who are equipped with firecrackers on a large scale."

"Dwarf?" Aaron continued to play with the gun, the flint clip, the flint, the scythe, the medicine pool and the trigger, which made him feel like he was back in the era of queuing up to be shot.

Old guard, charge!
Ahead lies Moscow, the end of Alexander's time.

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

I must regroup the troops!
"Well, gray dwarves." Fojar nodded: "The use of firearms by gray dwarves is that four people use a firecracker together, which can ensure that a shot can be fired every 5 seconds, but the cost is that the service life of the firearm will be reduced." Weakened considerably, and the trouble with overheating is always there."

"That's the thing about firearms," ​​Fojar concludes. "It's no big deal. Why are you so obsessed with this?"

Aaron smiled and nodded repeatedly. Indeed, this is the kingdom, the world of swords and magic. 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 slightly more powerful hand crossbow that is more troublesome to load?
You have to know that as a monk of the Juggernaut Sect, every arrow of cousin Maximian has extraordinary armor-piercing power, which is stronger than firecrackers so much that he doesn't know where he went, and the pair of magic archers of the snow elves brother and sister Even more so.

It's no wonder that firearms have existed since the time of the Imascar Empire, but they still look like this many years later.

"No enchanted damage weapon is the younger brother."

——A bloody battle devil who did not want to provide his name

"You said the gray dwarf, right? Then what kind of dwarf are you?" Aaron asked while playing with the long-barreled gun.

"I'm a shield dwarf." Fojar seemed unwilling to say more on this issue: "Anyway, don't confuse me with a gray dwarf or a gold dwarf. I'll give you this gun. You can use it when hunting , as a toy."

"Thank you for the gift. Does this firecracker have a name?" Aaron raised the long-barreled firecracker, and it seemed that he really liked this firecracker.

"Moradin's sausage," said Faujar.

"Huh?" Aaron put down the fire gun and looked at the master dwarf craftsman.

"Moradin's sausage," the dwarf repeated.

"I know, but is the name somewhat..."

"Moradin's sausage." Fojar repeated it calmly, seeing Aaron's astonished expression, he said lightly: "That's right, that's what you think."

Aaron's expression was tangled, and he thought to himself, isn't this blasphemy?How could this dwarf make fun of his father like this?
Who knew that seeing his expression, the dwarf master craftsman was heartbroken. He put his hand on his head: "Hey, I thought you understood the humor of our dwarves, but in the end you still don't fully understand it."

"It's really tiring to explain our humor to you." Aaron didn't understand Fojar's well-designed humor, and the dwarf craftsman was disappointed: "Okay, if there is nothing else, you can go, I still have busy with other things."

Humor between different races is really hard to understand.

Aaron thought so.

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

"Are you doubting how familiar I, the maker, am with my own weapons?"

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

"Oh, Father God, what would my ancestors say? (The dwarf country scolded, expressing surprise, and implying dissatisfaction and disagreement)"

"Your ancestors will reap a little human shock." Aaron enthusiastically invited: "Come on!"

"..." Fojar was forced to agree.

The Ninth Legion was stationed next door to the Welham Blacksmiths Guild. Aaron greeted Maximian and Doherty who were training here, and stood on the shooting range.

A target stood 50 meters away, and Aaron stood still, wrapping the projectile in a linen cloth soaked in grease and loading it into the muzzle according to Faugal's instructions.

A large circle of soldiers surrounded him, as well as his cousin Maximian and weapon master Doherty. The difference was that Maximian responded with interested eyes. He played with firecrackers when he was a child. However, Doherty was slightly contemptuous.

Pure men are about to fight!
But following Aaron's movement, Doherty opened his eyes suddenly.

This power? !
Aaron slowly raised the barrel of the firecracker, and from his blue eyes, the holy emblem of the chaotic octagon began to appear, and the chaotic magic power flowing like a spring flowed down his heart, like a thousand rivers. It galloped out like a scramble, and swept his whole body like a gust of wind and raging waves.

The power of chaos is roaring!

The three-color aura of bright red, blue, and pink diffused along Aaron's blood vessels, and quickly dipped into the long-barreled firecracker of the weapon "Moradin's Sausage" along his arm. Holding the trigger and the handle of the gun, the chamber of the gun is filled with magic, along with the power of Aaron, the chaotic runes are arranged in a row along the barrel of the firecracker, and the red chaotic characters also appear on the surface of the black bullets in the barrel. Gradually overflowing with power from the warp.

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

"boom!"

A tongue of flame nearly half a meter long spewed out from the muzzle of the gun that exploded like thunder, and a crimson bullet shot out from the muzzle, drawing an arc in the surprised eyes of everyone. In an instant, with the sound of an explosion, a skull-shaped flame rose into the sky, and the entire target was blown to pieces!

Maximian, Fojar and the others were stunned.

This thing is a dwarf firecracker?

Those who didn't know thought it was a fireball technique!

"How is it?" Aaron put down the gun and looked at Fojar with playful eyes: "How is my technique?"

"Hmph~ missed the target, ring 0!" Fojar was still stubborn, but he almost immediately took the firecracker enchanted by chaos from Aaron's hand. The tip brushed the barrel, brushing the chaotic writing and emblem on it.

It was a firecracker he had made, but he hardly recognized it now.

"Is this your technology?" Fojar played with the firecracker, and the dwarf craftsman couldn't put it down: "God, my lord, how did you get it?"

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

"I know this is a memory awakened in your blood, I'm asking, how did these technologies appear?" Fojar's eyes became brighter and brighter.

If this technology can be promoted, then useless equipment such as firearms will once again be on the stage of history!

And he, Fojar, as the successor and promoter of new technology, will engrave his name in the history of dwarves, immortal for all generations!
"It's Salian technology!" Aaron looked at the shocking expressions of the people around him with satisfaction.

"Then where did your Salian technology come from?" Forjar continued to ask, and the dwarves were really interested.

"Awakened from the blood." Aaron replied naturally.

"What kind of blood do you have? A descendant of gods and demons?"

"The blood of Salian."

The question stopped here, Fojar raised his head, and the big and small eyes of the dwarf craftsman stared at Aaron.

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

After a long time, Fojar finally couldn't help laughing. The dwarf craftsman laughed loudly, patted his chest vigorously, laughed up to the sky, tears rolled from laughing, and plowed two shallow lines on his dark skin. mark.

"I take back what I said before. Your Excellency still understands the humor of dwarves." Fojar smiled for a while before retracting his smile. He wiped the saliva from his lips with his sleeve indiscriminately, and couldn't be more excited: "Okay, I Got it, please be sure to teach me this technique, I am willing to do anything!"

"This is the bolt gun technology, I will give this technology to you first." Aaron nodded: "Give me some time."

"Also, take a new name. The previous name is really weird." Aaron signaled you to put away the firecracker first, and when I go back, I will memorize the blueprint and enchanting technology on the parchment scroll and give it to you.

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

Then call it "Moradin's Big Sausage"!

This name is strong enough!

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

Aaron's temporary residence is located on the bank of Feilongshui Lake near the Viscount Castle. It is a two-storey ordinary small bungalow with an entrance garden. A small pond is built in the garden. There is no fence around it. A wooden fence encloses a field.

The green grass is spread around the pond, and the small water wheel is slowly turning. In the middle of the pond, a little goblin dragon is sleeping soundly in the middle of the pond. There is no doubt that it is the Hurek Pani, the fairy dragon from the forest.

When I first arrived in Xindi, the living environment was simple, and the level of enjoyment was not as convenient as living in Suzal, but Eleanor quickly entered the state of the hostess, and the whole hut was cleaned spotlessly by her, even though she only knew that here It was a temporary residence, but Eleanor carefully decorated every corner. Miss Pastor also planted some plants on the window sills and balconies, and carefully paved the room with carpets, tapestries and wallpaper.

This makes this temporary residence feel like home.

Aaron pushed open the door, and a warm smell mixed with the smell of food came to his face. Eleanor was standing in front of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist. Her bright golden silky long hair fell down to her thighs, matching the gray pearlescent jumpsuit on her lower body. The stockings are in stark contrast, her perfect model body is straight like a dancer, her delicate face is full of seriousness without a mask, and her sea blue eyes have serious flashes, in the attributes of motherhood and wife The discreet Miss Priest looks like a newlywed wife at home.

Eleanor at home didn’t wear serious priest’s attire. The simple plain long-sleeved and pleated skirt still had a full of charm. The gray pantyhose under the skirt was one of a kind. A pair of simple white leather high-heeled shoes was unusual. Eye-catching, overall it looks like a

Angelic beauty.

"I'm back, Eleanor."

"Aaron, you're back?" Miss Pastor was concentrating all her attention on the stew in front of her. She carefully adjusted the heat. Before she could say anything, she felt a pair of big hands wrapping around her waist from behind. , hot breath blowing restless hot wind in her ears.

Miss Priest's legs immediately went limp, and she collapsed into the arms of the man behind her, unable to stand still.

"Wait...wait, the food will...be burnt." Eleanor hurriedly begged for mercy: "Wait until the meal is over, okay?"

"You said it!" Aaron smirked and nibbled on Miss Priest's earrings. His action almost caused Eleanor to fall limply to the ground. Only the soft gleam remained in the serious sea-blue eyes. Seems happy and hates.

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

The pastor found that her body could no longer reject any of Aaron's actions, as long as he wanted to, she would automatically respond.

This guy really nailed me!Eleanor leaned against Aaron's chest, pursing her mouth, sweet and distressed.

"Eleanor?"

"Huh?" Miss Pastor replied in a daze.

"The dishes are going to burn."

"Ah?... Aaron-Salian! You bastard!" Eleanor smelled the smell, and the pastor suddenly woke up. She kicked Aaron's thigh vigorously with her gray silk feet: "Get away from me Further!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha~ I'll help you." Aaron laughed loudly, and he quickly joined the cooking to help Eleanor.

After dinner, Aaron called for water to rinse the bowls and spoons: "Oh yes, I'm going out tomorrow and I'll be back in a few days."

"Where are you going tomorrow?" Eleanor was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, but she couldn't help raising her head when she heard Aaron's words: "Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone." Aaron put the bowl and spoon away: "I'm going to make an appointment. During this period, I will leave it to you to arrange the territory, my dear."

Ms. Mysty Tanshul.

Show me your true face!

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