Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"Bigger is better, more is more beautiful, caliber is justice, turret is truth! Vaal Supreme!!!"

Some crazy elves, holding a stone turret in their hands, knelt on the ground and prayed to the anvil rune on the wall.

His face was laughing wildly, as if he had imagined countless enemies being turned into pieces by the power of the artillery in his hands, and praising the greatness of Val with death and screams.

Kurt was puzzled. It was not like he had never seen elf technicians before. There were often people in Aldolf who communicated about engineering and magic. However, most of them were rational and restrained in temperament, and were cold by nature and indifferent to anything outside their professional field.

The marshal turned his head to look at Rosetina and found that he was covering his forehead with his hands with a serious face, his lips trembling constantly, and he was also praying to the anvil rune on the wall.

Then he looked at the gravekeeper and found that even the jailer had his black robe lowered three inches than before. He clenched his fists on his chest and prayed silently to the anvil rune.

Well, actually the elves are a group of fanatical believers, but no one has noticed it.

Regardless of his thoughts, Kurt still expressed his respect for this belief and waited silently for the three people to finish praying.

After a random simulated cannon sound, Orlando threw the stone sculpture of the turret in his hand to the ground and stomped it into pieces in anger: "Not enough, not enough, this is not enough to prove the power of Val!!! Why do the guys in the priest group think that divine magic is the best way to attack the city? The believers of Val should forge weapons that can match the hammer to prove that we are favored by the god of forging! Ah! Ah!"

Orlando grabbed his hair and slammed his body against the anvil rune on the wall. Blood oozed from his forehead and stained the gray rock wall bit by bit.

"Give me oracle, give me wisdom, give me glory, Val..."

The splattering of rubble and blood made Kurt frown. He thought of the Empire's Whippers. Those lunatics behaved in a similar way when they saw the double-tailed comet symbol.

A loud slap in the face called Orlando back to reality.

Orlando turned around, filled with anger. Who dared to interrupt his communication with Val? The magic bomb placed under the bed would surely teach this blasphemer a severe lesson!
When he saw the unfamiliar face, the devout Val believer could only stammer and raise his hand and say, "Sir Rossetina, have you been forgiven?"

"I have never made any mistakes, so how can I forgive you?"

Emphasizing the past, the Dragon Prince asked the siege master to treat the wound on his forehead. After the pilgrimage to the Anvil of Vaal, this kid showed serious self-harm tendencies and claimed that he could communicate directly with the God of Forging.

But the result is that after meeting Dais, Orlando firmly believes that Asrai is a fake and that Val will only favor Caledor, not a group of green springtails.

The place where he should go should be the mental hospital in Avalon, not the technical institute headed by Juan...

This may also be one of the tragedies. When Juan knew that his apprentice's mental condition was getting worse, he still firmly believed that his contribution to Val was the most important thing compared to his personal pain.

The failed siege division sent a small group of humans and several elves to the gates of Nisu. Whether a mentally ill person should be sentenced is an area that the Dragon Court wants to remain silent on.

If nothing unexpected happens, Orlando will probably spend the rest of his life in prison. He may be a genius, but he is also an executioner. Imrik wants to execute him and let Juan spend a few years in prison to calm down. This is a serious educational accident.

Only Draconian went against his usual practice and gave leniency to the criminal who killed his compatriot, at least allowing him to live in pain and remorse.

"I should kill you now, Orlando... You have committed the gravest sin in Caledor by accidentally killing several Asur."

Orlando remained silent, lowered his head and did not quibble. He also stopped his madness: "If it is the prince who asked you to carry out this punishment, I thank your highness for his mercy, but this is also extremely cruel... I always remember how they died, their souls passed through the gate of Nisu and took revenge under the guidance of the Pale Queen." "So you should endure this cruelty. Now there is a plan. If you can play a little role, it may reduce some of the sins."

Orlando raised his head and looked first at Rosetina who was serious, and then at the human who was traveling with the Dragon Prince. He immediately understood and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, no. The Empire cannot possibly have a platform for me to display my abilities. They are stubborn and have an outdated way of thinking, just like the dwarves. They use fanatical beliefs to shackle technological development. Their useless religious imprints only cause steel to lament... They can't even forge a cannon barrel that doesn't need cooling."

The knight translator told Kurt the truth, but when he heard the elf's disdainful tone, his tone was inevitably a little excited.

"Can I see your masterpiece, the talented Lord Orlando?" Kurt extended his hand to invite him. He didn't care what the elf said. If he was so awesome, he could just wait to go to the Nuln Gunnery Academy and debate with the engineering master. It would be best if he could win the right to speak in the engineering world for Rick County.

"Monkeys can't..."

Rosetina's eyes were threatening, he didn't want to hang out with a bunch of monkeys in the empire, although the madman was a little crazy, he was at least a Caledorian elf with some technical skills.

Under duress, Orlando carefully took out the manuscript he had treasured for a long time from under the bed. He was worried that someone would steal the knowledge offered to Val, especially those men in black robes. The cold eyes hidden in the shadows definitely had no good intentions.

The Knight opened the translation and was shocked by the first page: "Marshal Kurt, this..."

"What do you see."

The knight's expression made Kurt even more curious, and he walked over to the translator, and was also shocked by the drawings on the first page.

This thing...isn't it Yurik's Thunder?
In front of Kurt was a cannon supported by a giant turntable. Judging from the scale of the blueprint, the caliber was enough to fit a house into the barrel.

The cannon is supported by a complex mechanical structure. Human power is not enough to load the cannon. Only giants can turn the turntable. The horses needed are enough to pull hundreds of tons of supplies...

"Did you design this?"

"A technology full of flaws." Orlando shook his head without explaining, motioning for the humans to turn to the second page.

After turning the second page, what was placed in front of Kurt was a much smaller cannon, a cannon placed on rails, with two sets of five pairs of road wheels as the chassis, and a barrel longer than the body of the car tilted upright...

"It's a railway gun designed based on the Badlands' subway network, but it's obviously a scrapped project. There are no greenskin fortresses waiting to be bombed, and the Badlands no longer need such a giant project." Orlando sighed, thinking that he was born at the wrong time.

But Kurt thought of the rail transportation network that Carl wanted to build. If Rick had such a big thing, which elector would dare to question the emperor?

"Can you make it?"

"No, I'm a designer, a technician who turns concepts into blueprints... Apart from knowing all the key points, I can't even forge the right steel."

"The Rick Guard wants your plan." (End of this chapter)