This world is biased towards magic and blood power, and firearms have not yet begun to sprout. In Mag’s memory, even fireworks can only be seen during festivals in the imperial capital. The blessing fireworks set off by the palace show that the king’s love for his people blessing of.
The refining methods and formulas that alchemists regard as treasures have not been spread among the people, so he is a little confused about what Mo Bai calls something that can release huge energy in an instant, and he is a little curious: "What is that like?" energy of?"
Mo Bai looked at Mag, hesitated for a moment, put down the spoon, and gestured with his hands: "It's like a fireball that was compressed to a small size and suddenly exploded. It's almost that kind of energy."
Mag raised his eyebrows, Mo Bai's description was closer to explosives.
Although I don’t know what the specific energy is yet, according to this idea, if you want to convert this energy into the ability to attack from a distance, firearms are definitely the best choice. As long as the barrel can withstand the instantaneous burst of energy, the closed The barrel can convert that energy into the kinetic energy of the bullet, thus turning it into a long-range attack.
Mag already had ideas and ideas. After all, he had lived in a world with advanced technological civilization for so many years. When he was in the United States, he often spent time at shooting ranges. He was not a novice when it came to firearms. He could even disassemble a gun as fast as His father's security guard competition.
But what he hesitates is that once something like a gun appears, with its terrifying power, it will soon drag this continent, which has just ended the thousand-year race war and gained a breath of peace for more than a hundred years, from the age of magic and cold weapons into the era of hot weapons. The age of weapons.
If humans obtain the technology to make firearms, the race will be the largest in number. The strength of humans, who could barely occupy a corner of the continent with magicians and knights back then, will definitely increase dramatically. The balance of Nolan Continent may be broken again, setting off a new era. A round of racial wars that affected the entire continent.
After having Amy, Mag's wish is: world peace.
This was like a Pandora's box. Once opened, there was no way to close it. Mag was unwilling to get it out.
Although he didn't intend to provide any ideas, Mag still looked at Mo Bai curiously and asked, "I'm curious about what you want to use it for?"
"I want to slay the dragon." Mo Bai looked into Mag's eyes and said seriously.
"Does the dragon have a grudge against you? Why do you all want to kill it? Aren't baby dragons very cute?" Amy, who was sitting aside, asked with confusion. The uncle who likes to laugh wants to kill the dragon. Grandpa Dwarf We also want to slay a dragon, but what exactly is a dragon? Why is everyone always slaying the dragon?
Mag was also a little surprised. There was no sense of disobedience in saying Tulong from Emperor Kang. His equipment, except for the black donkey, was all prepared for dragon slaying. But when Mo Bai said he wanted to slay the dragon, Mag almost couldn't help but laugh if he didn't see the serious expression on his face.
"Boss Mai must think it's funny. It's okay. In fact, I think so too." Mo Bai smiled a little self-deprecatingly. Just when Mag thought it was really just a joke that Mo Bai told that morning, he was He slowly clenched his fists and said in a slightly lower voice: "But for me, this is probably the only motivation that supports me to continue to live and continue to swing the hammer.
The red dragon that ate my father when I was thirty years old will still appear on the mainland to do evil. If I can't kill it, I probably won't be able to close my eyes when I die. But I don’t have the ability of Mag Alex. If I want to slay the dragon, I can only think of other ways. But now it seems that if this core problem is not solved, all the previous efforts will be in vain. "
Mag looked at Mo Bai, who was clenching his fists and with a few beating veins on his forehead, and his mood became a little complicated.
Conti Nicholas wanted to slay the dragon in order to prove himself and add the title of Dragon Slaying Warrior to his name.
Mo Bai, on the other hand, is out for revenge, with the same goal but completely different purposes.
"My condolences." After hesitating for a while, Mag could only say a little apologetically. He could not overturn the structure of the entire continent for Mo Bai's wish.
However, Mo Bai's experience also gave him some reminders that the world is far from as peaceful as it seems now. Although most people in the City of Chaos are restrained by the Gray Temple, if an evil dragon really attacks, he and Ai How can Mi protect herself?
"System, do you have any anti-aircraft missiles for sale? Preferably the kind with automatic tracking." Mag asked in his mind.
"Host, this system solemnly reminds you that this system will never sell any items that will affect the structure of this world, including anti-aircraft missiles!" The system's voice was so serious for the first time.
"Don't worry, I also like world peace. I will buy one and keep it for self-defense. I guarantee that I will never take the initiative to use anti-aircraft missiles." Mag said calmly, and then said in a persuasive manner: "When the time comes, which evil dragon will suddenly go crazy and attack the restaurant? I'm dead like Mo Bai's father, so what's the use of your God of Cooking system?"
The system was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking. After a while, he said with a bit of contempt: "Then you can't afford it."
Mag raised his eyebrows. What he said made him really speechless, and he was actually despised by the system.
However, the system has made it very clear: if there is money, it can be discussed.
When you make a lot of money later, install a few anti-aircraft missiles on the roof of the building. If any evil dragon wants to come to the restaurant to cause trouble, give him a Patriot shot and teach him how to be a dragon.
If the red dragon that Mo Bai wants to kill happens to come to the City of Chaos, it is not impossible to discuss selling him the right to use a missile. It seems that he has always wanted to do something big over the years. I guess Have you saved a lot of money? After all, he can sell a weapon for 1,000 gold coins, so the money comes in quickly.
"It's okay. I haven't mentioned this to anyone for many years. I feel comfortable eating here, so I couldn't help but say a few more words." A smile appeared on Mo Bai's face again, he shook his head and said, picking up a spoon Keep eating fried rice.
Mag glanced at Mo Bai, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. He would not change his mind or decision on this matter at the moment.
Because in this world, slaying dragons does not necessarily require guns. Back then, Mag Alex carried a heavy sword and drove a griffon into the sky to kill several of them.
"Boss Mai, are you releasing new products today?" As soon as Mag walked to the kitchen door, the sound of banging could be heard. Although he was trying his best to suppress his voice, the sound was still very penetrating.
"If you have a loud voice, you must obey the rules and don't make loud noises." Amy looked up at Ha Bang and said a little seriously.
"I know, I know..." Ha Bang nodded quickly. He was so excited that he almost forgot the rules. He looked at Amy, feeling a little timid for no reason.
"Yes, you can try the new product today. Those of you who have subscribed to the crowdfunding coupons can try it in advance, the new cured meat buns." Mag turned back to look at Ha Ga and Ha Bang who came in, and nodded with a smile.
