Chapter 806: Expedition to a different environment (12)

Chapter 806 Expedition to a different environment
"What are you doing?" Bettiville held the bark, letting the resin pile up on the bark, and asked Paramitis curiously.
"It's a tropical place, it's a good plan." Paramitis has dozens of palm-sized stones, which are pale golden in the light of the torch. The leopards simply took off their robes and wrapped them in clothes, squatting behind them like a big bag: "Okay, today's harvest is rich enough, so let's go back."
"You better do it." The bark in the hands of the werewolf has become heavy, with an estimated ten kilograms of resin. If by human standards, this tree is simply fat.
The surrounding beasts rang more frequently, and Beddyville didn't want to stay in the woods for a moment. He couldn't wait to follow Paramitis to the camp.
Returning to the camp, the two of them quickly jumped off the things in the handlebars of the tree house. I didn't expect Paramitis to just drop the pile of stones and prey, and jumped off the tree again: "You eat first, then I will pick something up."
"Paramitis?!" Biddyville shouted dissatisfied. The sky is completely dark, even if there is a torch in hand, in this dark night in the wilderness, it is simply looking for death.
The Leopard warriors ignored the protests of the other party and quickly ran away.
"What did Dad get back?" Saifel curiously asked, "Stone? Hey, is this resin?"
"It's all about the rocket." Biddyville explained: "He probably wants to make an arrow that can burn violently, so that he can compete with Warcraft."
"And he is not going to eat." Albert sneered and licked the last grilled fish.
"You are a selfish guy!" The werewolf angered.
"Don't be kidding, Mr. Albert." Segrad took three grilled fish from the dried leaves and handed it to Bedyville. "There are a lot of things here, they are all baked, warmed with leaves." It’s already awkward. Eat it quickly – these rabbits and birds are handed over to me to deal with it.

"Remember to keep the feathers and fat." The werewolf was afraid that Seglad would discard the important archery materials and added a sentence.
"Okay, I will be careful." Segrad also raised a torch and ran down the tree. The small animals were smashed and peeled to the skin near the river.
Bediville thought that Paramitis would go for a long time. I didn't expect the big cat to be back at this time, with a bunch of cattails.
"Wow, what do you want this thing to do?" The werewolf glanced at Paramitis.
"Wow! This is not a cattail! It looks so good!" Albert grabbed a cattail and swayed the stalk of the cattail.
The cattails that Paramidis picked up have three-inch-long pseudo-stems, and the fluffy cattails look like a sausage or a short cat tail.
Paramitis left the plants on the sidelines and picked up three stone bowls that they didn't know where to find them.
He filled one of the bowls with resin, so he was near the fire and used the heat of the fire to melt the resin. As a result, the impurities in the resin either sink to the bottom or float on the surface, and the purified resin can be easily obtained.
He filled the other stone bowl with water, smashed the stones they had taken back into the bowl filled with water: "Seifel, you use a knife to smash the stones, then Filter it and discard the gravel, leaving only the solution."
Seeing his son dumbfounded: "What do you want to do with Dad -"
"Hey, you will know soon." Paramitis is already busy cutting the cattails. Parts other than the pseudo stem were taken out by him and thrown into the fire and burned to ash.
He used a parachute cloth in advance to facilitate the recovery of these ashes. He picked up a large bag of hot ash, poured it into another stone bowl, and added water to mix well. This is a bowl of paste-like grass ash juice.
"Tiger, you smashed the grass ash and filtered it." Paramidis ordered Albert.
"What kind of plane are you doing?" Bettiville finally couldn't help but ask.
The leopard warrior smiled and pointed at the pile of stones that he brought back: "Do you know what this is?"
"I just asked you because I didn't know!"
"This is soil nitrate. One of the raw materials for the preparation of saltpeter." Palamidis saw that his son had already prepared a bowl of soil nitrate solution, took the stone bowl and took it with Albert. The contents of the bowl are accompanied by: "The soil and the ash are mixed with the ash, and the filtered solution is heated in the fire. After the water evaporates most of the time, the saltpeter is precipitated."
auzw.com The clever Bediville immediately guessed the intention of the Leopard Warrior: "My God, you want to make gunpowder!"
"Well, no, not yet." Palamidis shook his head in disappointment: "I haven't found sulfur yet. The saltpeter that I make now can only be used as a combustion improver, making the rocket's arrow burn more vigorously."
(Note: Saltpeter will decompose and release oxygen at 334 degrees Celsius, which will help combustion.)
"It turns out." The werewolf looked at the bowl of melted resin: "Incorporate the saltpeter into the resin, and then let the cattail fill the resin to make an arrow."
"This is exactly the case." Paramitis said: "We will do it quickly. With these equipments, we have no chance of winning in the face of Warcraft. At least 30 burning arrows are needed - we will enter Sudan tomorrow. If you can find sulfur, you can find sulfur."
"I, I don't understand, this has something to do with sulfur?" Elaine, who remained silent, whispered.
"How can you not even understand this? A sulphur, two pieces of saltpeter, plus three pieces of charcoal, mixed together is black powder." Albert put on the appearance of a teacher: "With that, you can World of Warcraft has blown up."
It’s hard to say, and Bedieville’s heart is guilty. This kind of crude gunpowder contains too many impurities, and the effect is not flattering. Even if it can be successfully detonated, the lethality cannot be too great.
It’s unrealistic to defeat Warcraft by this. It can only create explosions and strong sounds at the top, scaring away Warcraft.
Of course, this may be the idea of ​​Paramitis. He didn't intend to go to war with Warcraft at all, and the battle that could be started was slippery.
At the same time, King Arthur's palace.
"That side!" The comet was lying in the crown of King Arthur like a little emperor, extending a small paw to the east, and the great knight was on call. The dragon pointed in which direction, which direction he went. go.
This is a rare sight in the world, but now it is all seen by the servants of King Arthur's family. In addition to trying to hold back the snickers that they want to make, the servants can only turn a blind eye and continue to do their work.
"That--" After the Cavaliers came back and forth in the castle for dozens of laps, they finally couldn’t help but get angry: "Are you really looking for it? We all turned for a few hours, and the sky is going to be black. It’s down, haven’t found it yet?

"Almost." The comet whispered, "You don't understand, mortal. The dragon's photon sense can sense the surrounding atmosphere. It is a very sensitive feeling, but its accuracy is not enough. Judging the direction is so difficult. Can only sense one."
"Yes, whatever you want -" Arthur groaned.
"But we are really close to the target." The comet added: "I can feel that the strange atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger."
"Oh, really? What smells that smells?" Arthur asked suspiciously.
"That's not the taste. The smell of the photon smell [smell] is a kind of breath, which is different from the smell of ordinary smell. I can't tell the difference - hey, go down the stairs from here. "
"You can smell it, but you can't say it, hehe--" Arthur went down the stairs and was even more upset.
"Well, I will try to describe it. For example, your breath is a nasty feeling similar to [smelly] smell." The comet screamed: "The dragons are all repelled by the same family, and they can smell each other." The breath of the], and your child also has the blood of the dragon, so in my feelings, you are also [smelly].
However, it is not the smell of [smelly], but a psychological aversion that occurs at the moment when you sense your breath - turn left in front. "
"Is it? - So Greenville?" The Cavaliers walked in the bright corridor and asked casually.
"Well, the extremely weak dark elf lineage. Sweet smell."
(This guy is quite accurate. Although he should have known the origin of Greenville.)
"By the way, there are actually three strangers that we are chasing now. Two of them should be orcs, full of the smell of wilderness and the smell of meat. It seems to be delicious." The comet carefully analyzed. "These two guys are the culprit that keeps us going around here. They seem to be aiming around in the castle for a few laps."
"Very good" Cavaliers can guess, the two are Husky and Hal. These two guys play treasure hunt games in the city, and their rules of action are roughly consistent with those described by the comet.
"There is a strange smell. It seems to be a dragon, or a dragon with a dragon. It is very powerful and very old. It is buried deep. Its power seems to be slowly seeping from a fixed place." ""
"Oh?" This sentence caused the curiosity of King Arthur.
"I just turned a lot of circles, I finally found the source of this breath according to the range of the divergence of this breath." Comet climbed up from the crown and sat: "It is that room."
He pointed to an old gate on the right side of the corridor. In the old room, which is almost no longer used, it seems that there is a faint breath of power. When it is so close, even Arthur can feel it.