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Chapter 206 Xia Bao is cold

Luther actually invented nitroglycerin a long time ago, earlier than gunpowder, but after studying it for too long, when he reported excitedly, the words after the sentence "I tell you" were all anxious to kill the robber mages Cecil ignored it, and it wasn't until the end of the battle, on a drizzly afternoon, that he had a chance to report his discovery of this thing.

Cecil's eyes widened at the time, and he jumped up and ran out of the conference room, hiding outside the wall and sticking his head in, "You won't bring the nitroglycerine here, will you?"

"How is it possible." Luther rolled his eyes, "That thing is too easy to explode!"

Ever since he heard Cecil's various descriptions about chemistry, Luther fell in love with researching new things, and he also made a table to record the newly discovered substances and properties.

Glycerin is a by-product of soap, and the soap workshop has thoroughly studied soap. What kind of reaction will each thing produce, what can be obtained, and what kind of things can be divided into such things, all of which are very detailed For the record, Luther named glycerin "soap oil."

The nitric acid is made from nitrate. The worst thing about this thing is that after running out of nitric acid, Luther found that he couldn't remember how to make it. The steps were too complicated. After several failed attempts, he had to ask Langdon to use it. It took a little backtracking magic to find the way.

Sulfuric acid was a by-product of Helen and Cindy's casting. Luther found it in a lot of "waste" he brought back when he went wandering "looking for inspiration". Although there were complicated steps in the process, he recorded it this time.

When he got the semi-thick yellow liquid at the beginning, Luther thought it was some kind of oil. He smelled it and it didn't feel good. After struggling for a while, he licked it... It should be said that luckily this world has magic, otherwise many experimental mages The grass on the head of the grave is three meters high, and the first "experiment" step for most experimental mages is to taste something they have never seen before.

It was also very simple to discover the explosiveness. After "trying" a few times, Luther couldn't find the use of this thing for a while, so he poured it into the pottery plate next to him, and then—boom!

Again, thankfully there is magic.

After that, the experiment on nitroglycerin became bang, bang, bang, all kinds of bangs, the most exaggerated one, this thing is lying in a basin, and Luther is talking to people next to him and waving his hands a little bit , the surface of the oil was probably blown by the wind or something, and it just exploded...

In the end, Luther found an open space in the hot weapon yard, hastily made a magic mud house to experiment with nitroglycerin, and maintained the rhythm of rebuilding the house every two or three days.

Langdon felt that this thing would definitely be liked by Cecil, and asked Luther to study it quickly, but he must take protective measures. As a result, Cecil only paid attention to the black powder after waking up, and did not listen to what he said later. , the bandit mages had already been taken prisoner when heard.

"What kind of nitroglycerin explosive can we make now?" Cecil asked excitedly.

Luther, who was walking in front, glanced back calmly, opened the door, and said, "That's it."

Cecil also wondered why there was a pool of nitroglycerin when he stepped into a lonely room in an open space—the pool was actually filled with a pool—he turned around in a whirlwind, and ran 100 meters like hell.

"Hey, you also know that this thing is easy to explode?" Luther gloated and followed.

"Nonsense!" Cecil felt that this group of experimental mages was too fucking daring, and sooner or later he would level himself up, "You want to die if you do so much!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you keep calm, you don't need to explode." Luther said with a smile, "As long as you get familiar with this thing, you have a good personality."

Cecil shook his legs and said with trembling lips: "You won't put this thing together with black powder, will you?"

"How is it possible!" Luther rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, what do you think I am building such a house for?"

Cecil put his mind down a little bit, and said expectantly: "Then have you found a way to use this thing stably?"

"No." Luther said calmly, "I still expected you to tell me. Didn't you say that there is such a thing? The liquid one is easy to explode, so you must know how to use it? Now just touch it and it will explode at all." It doesn't work."

Cecil: "..."

Damn, I don't know!

It is common knowledge that nitroglycerin is easy to fry, but how to make it fry when you want to fry and not fry when you don’t want to fry is something that ordinary people really don’t understand.

Cecil held back for a while, and then said: "Actually, this thing can also cure heart disease."

Luther: "I've eaten it. It's corrosive. How can it be cured? Put it directly in the heart? No way?"

Cecil: "..."

After repeatedly asking Luther not to eat anything he didn't understand, Cecil had to put aside his fantasies about this stuff for a while, and didn't remember it until he was about to go to St. Benzie for a battle.

The current black powder explosive package must be detonated from the ground, because Luther has not yet developed a sufficiently complicated detonating device and gunpowder characteristics, and can only rely on the instantaneous combustion in the confined space to cause intense air pressure to cause damage. It can still play a role outside, and the underground is not affected by the setting of "National Fire".

The summer castle in St. Benzie definitely can’t be played like this. It’s okay to dig a tunnel of more than ten meters. into the selection list.

"What about falling from the air?" Langdon asked after listening to Cecil's description, "Will it explode?"

"Of course." Cecil said helplessly, "The problem is that I doubt that this thing exploded directly in the air, no, it might explode right after leaving the laboratory."

"Is this nitroglycerin really so easy to explode?" Langdon asked in puzzlement, "It explodes at the first touch?"

"No, it should explode when there is a collision and vibration, and it will explode even during the production process. There must be a lot of cooling water. In short, this thing is very, very difficult to wait for. When you really want it to explode, it may not It exploded, so it’s best to use gunpowder to detonate it when it explodes.” Cecil complained that he and Luther had been tossed by this little thing together during this period, “But the power of this thing is black powder. It is several times that of energy, and it can be developed into even greater energy in the future.”

Langdon pondered for a moment, then said, "If you're only saving it for a short time, I have a solution."

Cecil's eyes lit up: "What?"

"Time magic."

No matter what your physical nature is, as long as you don’t reach the black hole-level quality, you have nothing to do with time.

Langdon does know time magic, which is almost all high-level magic, and even a small retrospective magic is level 6 or above. Time can indeed guarantee the 100% safety of these nitroglycerin, but it needs to be replenished every now and then.

This is the main reason why Langdon joined the battle this time. Along the way, he stared at these nitroglycerin bottles packed in double-layer glass with cotton pads in the middle. A magic lasts for 24 hours, and he uses all his magic bits every day. It's on it, just for the moment when you go to the battlefield.

It is uncertain exactly where it will be used. Cecil believes in Langdon's choice, but he did not expect the "temper" of nitroglycerin. Once the time magic is lifted, no one even touches it. It stands to reason that the bamboo basket is hanging in the air. The vibration was actually not that big, but this thing exploded in such an unscrupulous manner.

Langdon has done his best, of course he knows that it is best to dispel the magic the moment he touches the top of the Xia Castle, but firstly, the nitroglycerine is already some distance away from him and it is difficult to cast spells, and secondly, he has to maintain himself in the air The magic of flying is distracting. Three times, he has to pay attention to the time of landing. After all kinds of considerations and the accompanying operator's repeated assurances that it will not explode in the air, he agreed to release it when he reached the target drop point.

The moment the explosion happened, Langdon sensed it and immediately grabbed the hanging basket and went up. He felt the weight in his claws. Looking down, the hanging basket was gone. At least the two experimental mages were still moving. Of course, a lot of protective magic was added to their bodies, not only their own but also other people's. It can be said that all the magic positions of more than 20 mages were attached to them today, and they finally saved their lives.

The big explosion of nitroglycerin was no more than ten meters above the ground, standing in the air like a series of exploded grapes. When the smoke disappeared, the location of the Chateau Palace was no longer that pleasing to the eye, only ruins remained. Many people screamed in terror among the ruins and fled in all directions.

This effect can actually be achieved by an army of mages.

The air weapons of various countries are similar to nuclear bombs, and they will not be used until the time when the plague destroys the city. The blank firepower between the ground troops and the air weapons is actually held by the mage. The mage can fly, throw fireballs, and throw explosions. The only limit is the number of magic bits per day, so the more mages there are, the stronger a country will be.

Today, the Middle Kingdom took ten minutes to teach all the magic powers a lesson: the number of mages is no longer the key to determining the outcome, but the quality is. Ultra-legendary mages are unstoppable—of course, this is a disguised message, but a real message The era of mages is coming to an end.

The returned Langdon was warmly welcomed by Alexander. At this moment, he only had eyes on the strong and beautiful big cat, and his eager eyes could hardly be concealed. However, since the king of the opponent was not here, he couldn't do anything to directly steal someone. , It was only after asking questions about the cold and warm that he cheered up and delivered a speech before the battle.

"Heroes, warriors, the lair of evil slave owners has been exposed to the sun, and nothing can stop us anymore, go on! Go on! Go on! Destroy the evil and free the slaves!"

The coalition forces rushed forward with shouts, and the huge entourage of the Middle Kingdom also rushed forward with even more shouts. The soldiers kept their eyes on the ground as if they didn't see it. Anyway, with the experience of Mai Beigu last time, they knew these people very well. They don't grab loot, gold, jewels, magic scrolls, magic coins, etc. can't get into the eyes of these people, they only stare at one thing.

"Kill—" cut off a hideous-looking slave with a knife, a human resource wiped the blood from his face, and said angrily, "Are these people slaves? There is no way to communicate!"

Another business owner in the Middle Kingdom sighed and pulled the knife out of another slave's stomach, saying sadly, "These are puppet slaves, there is no way to save them."

Two Rochester soldiers came over calmly and began to search the corpses. This is the reward they deserve, and every soldier in the coalition army knows it, and they have no shame at all picking up the corpses of the Middle Kingdom: I didn't ask them to do it. , I can't stop it!

The human resources and business owners of the Middle Kingdom are afraid that the coalition forces will kill slaves when they see them, regardless of whether they are slaves who can be "saved". It takes 21 or 16 years for a person to grow up enough to work part-time. It is said that His Majesty is planning to raise the age of child labor, directly mentioning 16 years old. My God, [-] years, the day lily is cold. !

After Saint Benze, I am afraid there will never be such a large-scale opportunity to recruit people again. This is a last stand!

After repeatedly observing and hacking two hopeless slaves to death again, the human resources and the business owner suddenly heard something. They turned their heads together and saw a sneaky figure sticking to the wall trying to slip out. Immediately froze there.

This figure has ginger hair, a pair of big brown eyes full of fear, no clothes on his body, judging from his thin body, he may be a young man with malnutrition, and most importantly, this man did not attack is trying to escape.

Human resources and the boss of the business firm kept their chopping postures motionless for a while, making eye contact with expressionless faces.

The eyeballs of human resources drifted to the owner of the firm: This person didn't attack us, eh?slave?

The eyeballs of the owner of the firm drifted to human resources: It should be, and he is running away, not under control!

The two suddenly turned to the boy who was trying to escape at the same time, grinned in a second, and put on a business smile.

"Young man, don't be afraid, I'm here to rescue you." The owner of the firm tried to use the gentle route, carefully put down the knife and wiped the blood on his hands, and slowly approached, like approaching a wounded animal, " You are safe, no one will hurt you again..."

"Young man, come to work. You will be paid for food and lodging. We are not a slavery country. We do not keep slaves. Any free person who works hard can get a corresponding reward!" Human resources experience is much richer, big slap It was directly pasted on the face of the boss of the firm, and he stunned the competitor before rushing over enthusiastically, grabbing the boy's trembling shoulders. He had seen it a lot. Let the person stay first, and then wash slowly... No, there is still time to educate slowly.

"I, I..." There were tears in the poor boy's big eyes, "Don't kill me!"

"No way! No way!" Human resources said repeatedly, "Look, we are not your slave owners, uh, we are not related to you by blood!" This sentence was specially ordered by Langdon, and I don't know why , that is, if you want to persuade the slaves, you can say so.

Sure enough, the boy's expression became more relaxed when he said these words: "Are you here to beat the master?"

"Uh, our main task is to rescue you, let you eat well, wear warm clothes, and live a happy life... Fuck!"

The business owner who was caught off guard finally got up, grabbed the human resources by the collar and shouted: "Don't rob me!"

"Who said it's yours? Who said it?" Human resources put their hands on the chin of the boss of the firm not to be outdone, not letting him look at the boy, "Did you write your name? Ah? My family's salary is one year higher than yours. Times, get out!"

"My house has good accommodation conditions, separate kitchen and bathroom!"

"My house is close to my house, so I can walk to work without waiting for the bus!"

"My guy eats well, and he has meat... Huh? Where's the person?"

When the two were fighting hard, the boy had disappeared, and the Luoxie soldier who followed behind to pick up the corpse said slowly: "Turn right."

"Mine!" HR ran away.

"My... my day!"

The owner of the firm tripped over the corpse on the ground, got up in a hurry, and the human resources had long since disappeared. He beat his chest and moaned, while the Rochester soldier watched and pointed while chewing the dried beef.Suddenly, a low moan came from the "corpse", and the three of them looked down, and the "corpse" who had been chopped into the stomach opened its eyes, and murmured in confusion, "Where am I? Who are you? My stomach is fine." It hurts!"

The owner of the firm immediately stopped talking, and a dexterous pigeon turned over and jumped off the "corpse", holding the hand of the "corpse" and said affectionately: "Brother, I am your elder brother! I'm here to save you!"

Rochester Soldier A: "These people are too shameless."

Luoxie soldier B: "Exactly, do you think these people snatch people back to eat? Do we need so many people?"

Facing the "corpse" on the ground with an affectionate expression, the owner of the firm suddenly turned his face away, and silently yelled "Get lost" at the Luoxie soldier with a ferocious expression, and then quickly looked at the "corpse" with a smiling expression, changing his face. The speed is like magic.

The Rochester soldiers rolled their eyes and walked slowly to the depths of the passage. There was no chance to make a move along the way. It is time to exercise their muscles and bones. After all, the title of "Golden Tax Collector" is not for nothing .

Such scenes are staged throughout the entire Xia Castle. The regular army of the Middle Kingdom only has 1000 people, but there are more than 6000 entourages. The coalition soldiers who had experienced the Battle of Maibei Valley were not surprised. They also experienced the "recruitment" methods of the Middle Kingdom people along the way.

As Langdon expected, the resistance encountered by the coalition forces was much less than expected. It is estimated that many slave owners were hiding in the palace, and they had not had time to issue orders or the orders issued did not include after death, so many slaves were at a loss. Among them, only a very few wanted to escape, and most of them just stood there blankly, like puppets who neither hide nor speak when they see people.

These slaves can survive if they meet people from the Middle Kingdom, and many coalition soldiers have received news that as long as they bring the ownerless slaves to any Middle Kingdom people, they can get a free barbecue and flower wine, This also saved the lives of many slaves.

In fact, someone first said that it’s okay to pay, or magic coins, but Langdon vetoed it. Things bought at a high value must have some uses, but they will fail to achieve their goals.

A free meal of barbecue and flower wine is a very reasonable price, and the coalition soldiers don't need to work hard, so they are naturally happy to do favors. After all, killing people is also a physical effort. As for the slaves who dare to attack, even gods can't save them.

Xiabao is gradually being eroded. Langdon, who has arranged troops and experimental mages, received a message from a student: [Tell me about the blood curse. 】

Langdon smiled: [How do you know that I know? 】

[You asked those merchants to say a word to the slaves, we are not related by blood. ] The young Wang Qi quickly replied, 【You must know something. 】

Langdon was a little relieved that none of the students he taught were stupid. After thinking about it, he wrote: [Meet and chat. 】

When the young Wang Qi came, he was in a hurry, and when they met, he said, "Hurry up, I said I wanted to shit before I ran out."

"You dare to say that in front of Alexander?" Langdon laughed.

"Stop talking nonsense, teacher!" The young Wang Qi rolled his eyes, "Hurry up!"

"You know Gretel's royal curse, right?" How could Langdon's faults of being a good teacher be cured, and he began to ask questions in circles.

The young Wang Qi sighed, and resigned himself to his fate: "I know, don't everyone think that the old king actually occupied the offspring's body?"

"The old king actually has control over the families of his subjects. It's similar to the ability to make the other party unable to move with a roar. However, this ability can only be used with blood relationship. Depending on the degree of blood relationship, the closer the blood relationship, the greater the control power. High, so every few years he will let the princess or the prince marry the children of these close ministers' families." Langdon was still considerate of the students' situation, and said bluntly, "The key point of a blood slave is blood, without blood, there is no effect."

The young Wang Qi frowned: "There are more than 5000 people in Saint Benze, and [-] of them are slaves. Don't tell me that these [-] are all descendants of [-] people."

"You know that the number of abnormal babies among the slaves of St. Benze is extremely large?" Langdon said, "My Majesty told me that it is especially easy to give birth to abnormal babies when close relatives marry."

The young Wang Qi's expression gradually changed from calm to surprised: "Fuck! Ninety-five thousand!"

"It's accumulated over the years." Langdon shrugged.

Whether it is a royal curse or a blood curse, the truth is as simple as that: blood.

Langdon felt that there might be some details in it, but this was beyond his ability to know. When he caught a slave owner, he could ask whatever he wanted, but this way at least he had a direction to avoid being fooled.

Alexander thought so too. After catching the slave owner, he directly tortured him. If it wasn't for the news from the king's cavalry, he might have been confused by the messy lies. There was even a set of "ancient magic" and the like in the palace. A decent magic circle and a lot of magic coins, but when he said the key word "blood", the slave owner suddenly became silent, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

The dust has settled.