Chapter 1013: Explosion ball

When I heard the fairy patriarch describe the new weapon, a model faintly appeared in my mind: the cannonball used in ancient times.
I have seen the appearance of ancient shells in some pictures. They are all of the same type: round, black, with leads, and capable of exploding.
With this kind of psychology, I don't think the new invention of the goblin team can give me any shock.
When the real object was handed to me, I became more certain of my thoughts. This is the ball-shaped cannonball used in ancient wars.
However, when the local elite team explained to me the construction principle of the shell and showed me how to use it, I only discovered that most of the previous guesses were wrong.
This is indeed a black ball, but this is just the prototype of it to us, the purpose is to facilitate grasping and throwing.
I grabbed one of them, sank it slightly, and squeezed it twice. The shell was very hard, and it was difficult to dent its shell when I didn't use my fingers.
The surface of its shell is indeed as black as ink. Under the light, I can vaguely see a strange-shaped rune carved on it. This rune is exactly the same as a rune on my arm. I remember Dewey once I described it and studied it, and later told me its meaning, but I forgot.
The goblin leader said: "Master An Xiaoyi, this rune is one of Master Dewey's previous research results. Engraving it on the explosive will double the power of the explosion."
I nodded, and then turned the black ball half a circle. A small circular hole and an extended lead appeared before my eyes.
The goblin leader said: "This is its lead, the purpose is to make it change various shapes."
Nani?
Change the shape?
I looked at the goblin leader with a question mark on my face, and said, "Master An Xiaoyi, did you just think this Yinxian was used to detonate it?"
I asked, "Isn't it?"
"No," the goblin leader said: "I just said that this lead is used to change its shape."
I was dumbfounded.
The goblin leader picked up another black ball from the side, took a fire folder, and lit its lead.
Seeing the lead chick burning, I curiously approached the black ball, wanting to witness this miraculous moment with my eyes.
In fact, I am not worried that this black ball will suddenly explode, not only because I trust the craftsmanship of the goblin, but also because of my strength, even if it is hit by a large magic missile head-on, it will only cause very slight skin injuries.
Of course, I am referring to the large magic missiles of the general model. If the magic missiles the size of a car hit me, I would still be overwhelmed.
When the lead burned to the end, a soft "poof" sounded from the black ball, just like the sound made when the palm of the hand covers the sand.
The goblin leader nodded at me, and then he raised his palm flat, letting the black ball that burned the lead fully unfold in front of me, bending his fingers, and constantly kneading the black ball into various shapes, then he stretched out another one. Hand, pull the black ball hard, pull the black ball into a long strip, and sway it in mid-air while holding it.
I couldn't help saying: "I didn't expect it to be so soft, but the one without the ignition wire is very hard."
"That's for sure, Master An Xiaoyi," the goblin leader explained: "We have added many additives to it."
With that said, he handed me a data sheet to see.
However, when I look left and right, I still can't understand the data above, and I can't figure out some of the professional terms.
I returned the data sheet to the team leader and said: "Although I don't understand the meaning of the above at all, I can feel the depth of it. I have to say that you are really amazing."
A group of goblins all grabbed the back of their heads and laughed embarrassedly.
I glanced at the black strip in the leader's hand and asked, "How did this thing explode?"
The leader said: "As long as it is thrown out, it will explode when it hits an object."
With that, the team leader pinched the black strip in his hand into a ball again, and threw it away as far as he could.
Despite the inherent limitations of the goblin race, although his arms look very strong, they are actually quite weak. When the black dumplings were thrown by him about ten meters, they began to fall, and finally landed eleven or two meters away from us. position.
That thing was really like what the goblin leader said, as soon as it touched the ground, there was a loud bang. The explosion of air engulfed the dust on the ground and spread out in all directions, and only dissipated when we were still a meter or two away.
After the dust calmed down, I walked a few steps forward and saw that the ground at the explosion site had been exploded with a pit of about one centimeter.
I nodded slightly and praised the leader standing next to me: "This is very powerful."
I praised them for a reason. The area occupied by the goblins was covered with a thick layer of marble tiles not long after it was occupied. The original purpose was to prevent the ground from being too heavy and causing the ground to collapse.
You know, these marble floor tiles are different from ordinary marble floor tiles. They are all specially processed, extremely hard, wear-resistant and acid-resistant. If they are not attacked by a strong attack, they are difficult to be destroyed. Of course, their price It is also relatively expensive.
It can blast the floor tiles into a pit of about one centimeter. It can be said that the power released by this black ball when it explodes is twice as powerful as that of the general large-sized magic missile.
Picking up the black ball in my hand, I asked the goblin leader and said, "What's the name of this thing?"
The leader said: "It has no name."
"Why don't you have a name?"
The leader said: "We are waiting for you, my lord, to name it."
"Me? No, no, no, I can't name it. This is the result of your labor. You should name it yourself."
The goblin leader was silent, a little, it said: "Since you have said so, sir, we are in charge. Please wait a moment."
I leaned on the lap of the battle puppet, playing with the black ball in my hand, while waiting for the result of the goblins' discussion.
A few minutes later, the goblin leader came to me and said respectfully: "My lord, we have already figured out a name."
"what is it call?"
"Blast the ball."
I almost fell to the ground with somersault and stood on the puppet's legs. My eyes twitched and said, "Is there any name that sounds more domineering?"
The goblin leader shook his head and said, "No."
Sighing, I said, "Well then, let's call it an explosive ball."
As I said, I took the explosive ball in my hand again, and I said to myself: "It can explode again, it's another ball, let alone, the name is really vivid."
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