Chapter 534: : Artillery? Salute!

Murphy and Mark were both convinced by their slow cooking skills, and almost all three meals a day were cooked slowly. Murphy, who was supposed to leave to continue traveling, also reluctant to leave.
You can’t eat spicy food without leaving!
Slowly, in order for Mark to make the artillery quickly, he worked hard every day to cook various kinds of food.
So that every day when it's time for dinner, Murphy and Mark will show up at the table on time and wait to be fed.
Four days later, Mark finally finished.
He and Murphy carried the artillery out of the basement and placed it on the open space behind the house.
Mark took out a lighted branch from the kitchen. He stuffed the whole branch into the round opening behind the cannon, slowly widened his eyes, and stared at the cannon expectantly.
After a while, a red flame burst out from the muzzle, flew into the sky with a whistle, and exploded suddenly, turning into a brilliant firework.
Mark jumped up excitedly: "It worked!"
Murphy saw the fireworks for the first time, feeling very beautiful and magical, and sincerely wished: "Congratulations."
Slowly watched the fading fireworks in the sky, blinked, it was gone?
Is this a cannon? Or salute? !
She quickly grabbed Mark and said, "The effect of your artillery is not right."
Mark calmed down a little: "What's wrong?"
"A normal artillery, even if it can't blow up a mountain, at least it's okay to blow up a tree? But your artillery can only go up to the sky to blow up fireworks. If this kind of thing is on the battlefield, it's useless."
Do they set off fireworks when the enemy attacks? This is too sick!
Mark didn't know why: "My original idea of ​​designing the artillery was to explode fireworks. I didn't plan to put it on the battlefield.
Slowly distressed: "You are too extravagant to use such a good thing to blow up fireworks!"
Mark doesn't think there is any luxury at all: "How beautiful the fireworks are!"
"No matter how beautiful it is, it's useless, I am going to use it as a weapon!"
As the "big guy" who provides energy crystals slowly, Mark can't help but listen to her opinions.
He hesitated: "Should we change it again?"
Slowly and firmly: "Change!"
So Mark and Murphy carried the artillery back to the basement.
In accordance with Slow request, Mark completely upgraded the artillery from the inside to the outside. It took them several days before the artillery finally achieved the desired effect. In the end, there was no gunpowder.
The gunpowder produced by Mark can only be used to explode fireworks. No matter how it is improved, only the color and shape of the fireworks are changed, and the lethality is not improved.
Finally, Slowly had hoped for his ability to make gunpowder.
She had to prepare gunpowder by herself.
The "Elementary Alchemy Instruction Manual" contained the formula for gunpowder. Slowly picked out one of the simplest formulas, immersed in the research and development, and failed nearly a hundred times before successfully producing a small packet of gunpowder.
What should be used for gunpowder?
When she was slowly distressed, Murphy gave her a piece of paper: "Use this."
Slowly open your eyes.
I'm a good boy, what did I see?
It turned out to be paper!
White paper!
She looked at the paper over and over several times, then stared at Murphy with bright eyes: "Where did you get the paper?"
The little girl was already pretty, and Murphy was itchy when she stared at her.
He restrained the urge to squeeze her face and said: "Paper? We all call it leaf bark. It is created by the elves. It is made from many kinds of leaves and flowers through several processes. We usually use it. It is used for writing and packaging small things. When I left the sacred mountain, I took a lot of leaf skins, but I used them all on the road, and now there are only a few left."
Murphy took out all the three remaining papers.
Slowly asked: "Can you sell the paper made by the elves? I want to buy it."
"If the quantity you want is not large, I will send you some paper after I go back..."
"No, I want a lot of quantity," asked slowly expectantly, "It would be better if you could sell me the recipe for making paper."
"The formula can't be sold. This is a secret recipe unique to our elves. If you want a lot of leaf skins, I will help you talk to the patriarch of the elves. He should agree."
Not being able to buy the formula, she slowly nodded and promised: "Well, as long as you can sell this paper to me, the price is easy to say!"
Anyway, she has a lot of crystal coins, and if those crystal coins are exchanged for gold coins, she will become a very rich little woman.
Murphy said, "When your dwarven affairs are finished, we will go to the Elven Mountain to buy leaf skins."
"it is good!"
Slowly and extremely excited, as long as she has paper, the children of Rock Mountain will no longer need to use slates in class in the future. In the future, she can customize books to help children learn better.
Thinking about it, I think it's a great thing!
Slowly wrap the gunpowder carefully with paper, and then stuff it into the barrel. After igniting the primer, a ball of fire rushes out, blowing a big rock ten meters away, and making a loud noise at the same time!
Even the ground trembled at it.
Mark standing next to the artillery was stunned. He couldn't believe how powerful the artillery could be!
After being surprised, Murphy walked quickly to the side of the stone to check the traces left by the explosion.
The final conclusion is that this thing is indeed very powerful. If it is applied to the enemy on the battlefield as slowly said, the effect is simply terrifying.
The detonation of the artillery was very loud, and the dwarves in the entire Swan Valley were alarmed. Among them, the lively watchers found Mark's door following the sound.
It also includes the patriarch of the dwarves, Arsor.
Also knocked on the door of Mark's house with a loud voice: "Mark, what are you doing at home? Come out!"
Before long, Mark ran out the door in a hurry, and he asked what was wrong.
Arsuo was getting older, and his long beard was almost dragging to the ground, but his spirit was still very good, and he could hear his words ten miles away.
"You still ask me what's wrong, and I want to ask what's wrong with you? What the are you doing at home, how can you make the whole Swan Valley hear the sound?"
Mark's research on artillery is not a secret among the dwarves. Facing the question of the old patriarch, Mark embarrassedly scratched his head and made messy hair: "We are trying out the new artillery."
"Your artillery is really made? Show me."
As the patriarch, Arsuo had a high prestige in the clan. Mark did not dare to neglect, and immediately led him through the house to the backyard.
As for the other dwarves, a few who had a better relationship with Mark followed in, while the others went home.
The dwarves who had gathered at the door soon dispersed.