Mag looked at Mo Bai's face, and his apology was very sincere. And from what he said, he should have taken triple protection. The dosage was the same as usual, but he just threw a little... Warcraft crystal core powder into it?
An explosion of this level cannot be caused without explosives of sufficient yield. Judging from the large pit that collapsed in the middle of the blacksmith shop, Mo Bai conducted the experiment at least five meters underground.
This kind of depth can still cause this level of damage. The power of the explosion can be imagined. It is obviously impossible for Mo Bai's crudely made explosives to do it, so the little bit of Warcraft crystal core powder he said added to it will definitely play a crucial role. important role.
"Even so, I still hope that you can avoid doing blasting tests directly at home in the future. I am responsible for the safety of Amy and the guests." Mag looked at Mo Bai and nodded slightly. He could accept Mo Bai's reason, but It is absolutely unacceptable for him to continue to conduct experiments around him that even he himself has no way to control and predict the consequences.
"Well, given the situation today, I don't dare to do it at home. It would be bad if I scare the little boss." Mo Bai nodded sheepishly, rubbed his hands again and said excitedly: "But Boss Mai, I seem to have found a way to increase that energy. Add a certain amount of Warcraft crystal core powder to it, and the power will increase hundreds or thousands of times. If the amount is enough, is it possible to pose a threat to the giant dragon? Already?"
After getting Mo Bai's promise, Mag's expression improved a lot. As long as he didn't cause trouble at home, Mo Bai didn't care what he did to Mag.
Moreover, he is also very interested in this method of linearly increasing the power of explosives. After all, the world is so dangerous and he cannot get Italian cannons from the system. Maybe he can rely on his own efforts and get some thermal weapons for self-defense.
Setting up two Italian cannons at the entrance of the restaurant to control the scene makes me feel inexplicably passionate just thinking about it.
Being able to create explosives more powerful than TNT in a different world where black powder does not even exist. Magdu couldn't help but admire Mo Bai for such a leap. Could it be that he was the legendary explosives genius?
"If the quantity is enough and the energy can be compressed and superimposed, there should be hope to kill a giant dragon." Mag nodded, pondered for a while, and then said: "But if the target is a giant dragon, it is more difficult to simply rely on quantity. To increase the density, I would rather rely on compression to increase the density, and then use something to launch it out so that the explosion happens next to the dragon."
"What can launch them out?" Mo Bai's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Mag and asked with some anticipation and nervousness. This was exactly the problem he had been troubled by and wanted to solve.
"Cannon." Mag said firmly.
"Cannon?" Mo Bai looked puzzled.
"Yes, it's a cannon, something that can send that thing to the dragon." Mag nodded.
"Warning! Host, your behavior is very dangerous! It is very likely to accelerate the process of Nolan Continent and lead to abnormal development of this world!" The serious voice of the system sounded.
"System, black gunpowder was invented in the Tang Dynasty. Although it was used in wars later, it was thousands of years later that it completely replaced bows and arrows. Don't blame me for changing the world. I can't. I can't afford it." Mag curled his lips and continued: "And I didn't invent the gunpowder in this world. People just came out with TNT. I can only look forward to it and sigh."
The system fell into silence.
"Is there really such a thing? What is this cannon?" Mo Bai couldn't help but take two steps forward and saw Mag's expression a little excited. Mag's words pierced his heart.
"Cannon, you can use it as a projectile device, but this thing only exists in my imagination now, and I'm not sure whether it can be used in practice." Mag smiled and shook his head.
"Can you tell me, Boss Mai? I really need this kind of thing urgently. If it can be used, I can pay you a fee." Mo Bai looked at Mag with burning eyes.
"I don't need money, but there are always some random guys coming to the restaurant recently to make trouble. If Boss Mo Bai can really make a treasure that can kill the dragon, can he put one at the door of the restaurant to scare the young people?" Mag smiled and waved his hands.
"If it can really be done, of course there will be no problem." Mo Bai was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"My ideas may not be very mature, but you might want to take a look and sit in the restaurant first." Mag nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant.
"I... let's forget it now. I've asked them to come over to repair the house. I'm so dirty. The restaurant will be open soon. We can't delay Boss Mai's business." Mo Bai lowered his head and glanced at himself covered with dust. clothes and dark hands, shook his head and said.
"It's okay, come in. The waiter will clean up before going to work. I have to draw some things for you so you can understand." Mag directly pushed the door open and said without looking back.
Mo Bai hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and entered the restaurant.
"Wash your hands and face first." Mag walked out of the kitchen, holding a basin of water and placing it gently on the table.
"Thank you." Mo Bai looked into Mag's eyes. Although Mag had been suppressing his anger before, what he felt now was respect.
Mag took away the black water, came out with a glass of water and placed it gently in front of Mo Bai, then put the pen and paper in his hands on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, looked at Mo Bai and said with a smile: "Drink Please drink some water. What I’m talking about may be a bit complicated. Just listen to it. Anyway, it’s too early to make artillery before you have control over the stability of the explosive.”
"Explosives?" Mo Bai sat down, took a sip of water, and looked at Mag with some confusion.
Mag immediately came to his senses and realized that there was no such thing as explosives in the world. He smiled and asked, "What do you plan to call the explosive thing you made today?"
"If you put it this way, it seems that calling it dynamite is not a bad idea." Mo Bai thought about it seriously and nodded.
"Okay, let's call it explosives for now, and the so-called artillery is a process that uses gunpowder to burn in a confined space to generate huge thrust, and then pushes the compressed explosives to gain kinetic energy, thereby ejecting them out of the barrel, and finally an explosion occurs." Mai. Gerti drew a few strokes on the paper, pointed to a gun barrel sandwiched between the two circles, and said seriously: "Look, it probably looks like this."
