Kamel looked at the bone fragment that Tyre handed to him with some surprise and did not speak for a long time. Tyre smiled and waved her hand casually. "You don't have to thank me. I'm not interested in your short-lived empires and kingdoms. Helping you is just a piece of cake."
"No, I'm just curious. Do you usually keep things in your stomach?"
"… Yes, is there a problem?" Tyre said.
"No … no problem. I'm just being narrow-minded." Kamel put away the bone fragment with a 140-lumen expression. "Thank you very much for your help, Miss Tyre. But why did you bring back a bone fragment like this? "
"I wanted to taste it, but then I thought that this kind of humanoid creature was too heavy for my taste, so I just brought back a bone as a souvenir. But I didn't expect this thing to decompose so quickly, even when I put it in my stomach." Tyre wagged the tip of her tail. "I was going to find a place where no one was around to spit it out, but since you have a use for it, I'll give it to you."
Carmel's expression darkened (literally). She suddenly didn't want the sample anymore. Although Tyr said that she wanted to keep the bone for her collection, why did it sound like it was half-digested …?
And he still had to thank Tyr for accepting it ….
The siren did not know what was in Kamel's mind. She just felt that she had finally finished talking about this troublesome business. She wanted to go back to her room and sleep. After a big yawn, the sea caterpillar waddled out of the government hall.
Gawain returned to his study, and as expected, he saw Sordling waiting for him inside. Betty was standing beside him with a large teapot in her hands. She seemed to have been taking care of the room for a long time.
"We were discussing the post-war production." Gwen entered the room and rubbed Betty's head. He then asked the little maid to rest in the next room. He then sat behind his desk. "I actually wanted to call you over."
Sordling shook his head indifferently. "No, I'm not Cecil's retainer yet. For the time being, I'm Typhon's commander and prisoner of war. It's not appropriate for me to attend your meeting."
"You're always overly principled when it comes to matters that don't concern the big picture." Gawain looked at Roland helplessly. "I, the lord, have expressed that I have no problem with it. Why are you still insisting?"
"Most elves are like that. We're a race that takes things seriously." Sordling laughed. "You've dealt with elves so many times. You should have gotten used to our principles."
Now that he mentioned it, Gawain could not help but think of an unprincipled, pointy-eared girl who deserved a beating. "... Not all elves are like that. Look at Amber, her bloodline is probably fake."
Sordling looked helpless when he heard the name Amber. The half-elf had been wandering around the territory all day long. Obviously, she had left a deep impression on the high-grade ranger. "Miss Amber … She does have half Silver Elf bloodline, but her way of doing things makes me wonder how much the other half of her bloodline works on her. Maybe it has something to do with the other half of her bloodline."
"So, as long as there's something good, it's because of your Silver Elf bloodline. As long as there's something bad, it must be because of the mixed-blood." Gwen glanced at Sordling, but he did not take him seriously. He just casually teased him and changed the topic. "Let's not talk about this. What do you think of this battle?"
"About your army or those monsters?"
Gwen gently knocked on the table. "Both."
Sordling laughed. "To be honest, your army surprised me. I noticed that their equipment was very strange and their training was different from normal soldiers. But I never thought that their combat ability and fighting style would be like this. Is this also the result of your seven hundred years of 'soul travel'? Some kind of knowledge from … a lost time and space or an alien civilization? "
"Something like that," Gwen said casually. "And this army is not fully formed yet. Whether it's weapons, equipment, or training, they are far from my goal."
"I can see that. For example, those crystal bombs thrown by the catapults." Sordling was indeed a high-grade ranger from the Silver Empire. He had the experience and insight of crossing the Gondor wasteland 700 years ago. He could see the inconsistencies in Cecil's defense at a glance. "Powerful, but with obvious shortcomings. You had no choice but to use the catapults to throw 'bombs', right?"
Gwen smiled bitterly and admitted what Sordling said. "That's right. And we had a meeting today to discuss how to solve this problem. To be honest, I urgently need a powerful, high-precision, long-range weapon that is easy to set up and move. Humans are at a disadvantage when fighting against the mutants. We have to make up for it with powerful equipment. "
"Great power, high precision, long range, and easy to set up and move around. Your requirements are not low." Solderlin scratched his wig. "To be honest, when I saw you using the trebuchets to throw out the 'crystal bombs', my heart ached. Such powerful magic devices, most of them exploded on the open ground. I really wish I could add a Blessing of Wind to each bomb and use the elven ballista or something more accurate. At least it wouldn't be so wasteful …"
While Sordling was speaking casually, Gwen suddenly had an idea. Add enchantment structure to the cannonballs?! Why didn't he think of it before?!
The limitation of thinking, the limitation of thinking. He had been thinking about the structure of the 'cannons' on Earth, trying to find a solution from the so-called 'firing mechanism', but he had neglected the fact that in this magical world, the cannonballs themselves could also be regarded as enchantment targets.
Gwen suddenly slapped his head. He suddenly realized that even if he did not fall into the wrong place on the 'firing mechanism', he should have been inspired by other examples. Weren't the missiles on Earth a self-powered weapon? Why didn't he think of achieving a similar effect on the cannonballs when he was building the otherworldly version of the cannons? Even if he could not make the cannonballs have the ability to fly, he could reduce their weight and add wind runes to them. Wouldn't that solve the problem of the insufficient thrust of the repulsive array or the long acceleration trajectory?
He carefully thought about what had limited his thinking and finally gradually figured out the problem: it was the so-called 'technological development step'.
Although he had realized more than once that the magic in this world was convenient in many ways, and he had also lamented that magic in this world could achieve many things that were still science fiction on Earth, he still could not help but use the experience of his previous life to set the facts in front of him. Deep in his heart, he felt that missiles were something more advanced than cannons. Missiles came after cannons, so before he solved the problem of cannons, he did not think that he could skip this step and directly find inspiration from missiles or rockets.
It was like a person who learned how to swim before he learned how to walk. But what about the sirens?
Some sirens were tens of thousands of years old and could not walk upright. When they went ashore, they could only bow. But when they went into the water, they could reach a speed of 60 knots. What kind of logic was that?
Similarly, in this world of magic development, rockets were simpler than cannonballs. It was the same reason that Cecil's engineers used laser welding before the electric soldering iron was invented.
While Gwen's mind began to churn with a lot of thoughts, self-reflection, and inspiration for inventions, Solderlin, who was sitting opposite him, was confused. When he saw Gwen suddenly slapping his head, he could not help but say, "I'm just saying. You don't have to be so conflicted …"
"No, it's not your problem. I just thought of some ideas. Ahem." Gwen came back to his senses a little awkwardly. He coughed twice to bring the topic back on track. "Let's get back to business. What do you think of the new enemies that appeared in this battle?"
"It took us more than a year to travel through the Wasteland of Gondor. During that time, we encountered countless mutants, but we didn't find any subspecies of them. But to be honest, with the abnormal environment of the Wasteland of Gondor, it's normal for the monsters to mutate after being trapped there for 700 years. What I'm more worried about is the extent of their 'intelligence awakening', how many of them have mutated, how many of them have gained higher intelligence, and how organized they are …" Sordrin nodded. "We spent more than a year traveling through the Wasteland of Gondor. During that time, we encountered countless mutants, but we didn't find any subspecies of them.
As he spoke, the high-ranking ranger frowned. "Monsters without intelligence are easy to deal with, but monsters that have become intelligent … I'm worried that they will pose a threat to the Great Wall."
Gwen's expression turned serious. "You think they're the ones destroying the Great Wall?"
"As long as they have awakened intelligence, they will not be indifferent to the Great Wall. It's a barrier that traps them, and it's the instinct of all intelligent creatures to break free." Solderlin nodded. "They are born with the ability to use the huge amount of chaotic magic energy in the Gondor wasteland. If they know how to gather this energy and target the sentry towers, then the Great Wall will be in danger. Although the sentry towers are strong and have a lot of defensive mechanisms, they are only used to deal with the energy invasion and wandering monsters without intelligence. Facing an organized attack, the sentry towers will be in big trouble. "
Gwen nodded slowly, then looked at Solderlin. "I understand. Then you should say goodbye to me."
"That's right." Solderlin stood up. "We still have a lot to talk about, but the hidden danger of the Great Wall is urgent. I must immediately leave to warn my people and figure out the situation of the barrier. Now that the territory is safe, it's time for me to leave."
Gwen did not intend to let this high-ranking ranger stay for a few more days. After all, Solderlin was ready to leave, but because of the sudden attack of the monsters, he had to stay for a few more days. Besides, it was not that he would not come back. But before Solderlin left, he could not help but ask, "Although you're very confident … how do you plan to get through the Typhon border blockade?"
"An excellent ranger is most likely an excellent infiltrator," Solderlin said with a confident smile. "Have you forgotten how I sneaked past the barbarians' defensive line and burned down half of their camp?"
Gwen thought carefully and was shocked. "You're going to cross-dress again?"
"I don't understand. Why are you so surprised every time?"
Gwen said, "… In fact, I think you'll be more useful if you take off your wig. Not to mention the Typhon people, even I might not be able to recognize you."
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