Chapter 528 Why Is the Magic Military Exercise All My Fault?

Chapter 528: Magic military exercise...Why is it all my fault?

Everyone in the VIP room remained motionless. Even Marquis Turgu, who saw his own people jumping into the sea, only laughed a few times and turned his attention to the sea map in front of him:

"Are you saying that the parliamentary fleet has been able to sail continuously for more than 90 days at sea without being troubled by the 'sea plague'?"

"That's right. The Parliament has developed a secret medicine that can help sailors maintain their strength during long-term voyages and not be troubled by the 'sea plague'." Archmage Leblanc pushed a stack of booklets:

"This is the logbook of the Third Fleet's trip to sea. You can take a look."

Several heads approached at the same time. The vampire is in the middle, the barbarian elder is on the left, and the orc elder is on the right. As for the dwarves…

Dwarves are not good at, and even hate, water travel. Even if they agree to join forces this time, they will definitely stay on the shore and be responsible for building weapons and equipment and other logistical work, and will not go to sea.

Archmage Leblanc leaned back, smiled and crossed his hands, letting the guests flip through the logbook, read and make calculations page by page against the charts. The matter is serious and it will be impossible to negotiate it without allaying the concerns of the allies.

As for himself...

The secret eye turned in a different direction and drifted towards the stern of the ship. Sure enough, the young vampire dove into the sea, turned into a bat, and flew back to the ship. He flapped his wings angrily, water splashing all the way, but luckily he was unscathed.

As for the girl who chased him into the sea, she leaned against the side of the ship, waved her fists and yelled a few words - Archmage Leblanc probably said something like "I'll do whatever it takes to look good on you next time", but she was laughed at by a young mage. Pulled back.

Okay, just be happy.

He turned his attention back to the VIP room. The orc prince asked another question:

"Can this secret medicine be provided to us?"

"Of course. If the combat fleet needs it, we can supply it for three months for free; we offer a 20% discount on normal purchases."

"Only 20% off?" the orc prince shouted immediately. The barbarian high priest also protested:

"Who knows how you usually set prices! They say it's a 20% discount, but you increase the price -"

Marquis Tergu of the Vampire Tribe and the dwarf elders opposite him remained silent. Dwarves don't go to the sea, but vampires do - anyway, they sleep in coffins and feed on human blood. The secret medicine for "sea plague" has nothing to do with them.

As for anticoagulant blood storage bottles, you can negotiate the price with the council and buy a batch at a low price.

If four families protested together, Master LeBron would not even blink an eye, let alone only two. He answered confidently:

"The trading area of ​​Baita has daily real-time prices, as well as transaction records for the past three months. If you are afraid that we will temporarily increase prices, we can give you the corresponding permission license to facilitate your people to buy in the trading area with the license. "

"Okay, tomorrow at noon, let's take a look at the combat effectiveness of the [Humpback Whale] and continue discussing our plan! Now, cheers!"

The ship continued sailing through the night. Early the next morning, the travelers were surprised to find that they had sailed out of the long fjord outside Nevis and entered the real ocean with deep blue water. Elder Brock put his hand on the side of the boat and blurted out:

"So fast!"

"As you can see, the speed of the [Humpback Whale] is as high as 9 knots without the use of magic." Behind him, Commander Dedlock replied with a smile:

"Such a high speed is enough for her to bite behind her opponent in a pursuit battle, making it impossible for the opponent to escape. As for her combat effectiveness, please see——"

Following the direction of his finger, on the right front of the channel, a solemn and majestic symphony-like sonation sounded amidst the sea breeze and waves. Elder Brock tightened his grip on the side of the ship:

"Sirens?"

"No, it's not a siren. There is a poisonous dragon living here. Twice a month, it patrols the surrounding waters to hunt for food. The surrounding fishermen and merchant ships have always been affected by it." Commander Delock smiled:

"We are here today to challenge this poisonous dragon with the Humpback Whale's artillery and restore tranquility to the surrounding waters."

They chatted and looked into the distance. The distinguished guests also walked onto the deck one after another and looked at the island that stood majestically and kept making sounds:

On the edge of the island, countless densely packed hexagonal black stone pillars rise straight from the ground, leaving the entire island without any gentle slope. On the edge of the island, about 1/3 of the long side, a deep cave can be seen.

The neatly shaped and tightly arranged hexagonal stone pillars, high and low, extend into the depths of the cave, like rows of keys on a piano. The sea waves kept beating on the keys, and exciting music played.

Sea water poured in and out, while the salty sea breeze kept roaring and sweeping through the cave without stopping. The harmony of waves, sea breeze and caves fills in the harmony of this piano piece. Lonely, empty, deserted and majestic.

"Is this the cave?" Elder Brock pointed to the cave from a distance:

"In ancient legends, it is mentioned that on the other side of the sea, there is a singing cave on an isolated island, where the hero Leivo once killed the poisonous dragon. So is this here? Is this where Leivo is buried?"

His face turned red, his fingers trembled, and he just wanted to worship. Legend has it that the hero Leivo once led his men into the dragon's cave, hit the dragon three times with the divine sword, and beheaded it.

However, he was also bitten by the dragon during the battle, and the deadly venom flowed into his body, causing his death. Leivo's story has been passed down from generation to generation among barbarians and is the object of worship for every warrior. Today, he can actually see the place where the hero fought?

"It should be, right?" Knight Drok shrugged irrelevantly:

"We also hope that the hero's battle can end once and for all, but it is a pity that this desert island cannot be inhabited, and its water flow and its surrounding environment are really suitable for poisonous dragons to live in. No, this is another one."

After saying this, he turned to the sailor who was delivering the order and quickly issued several orders. Soon, there was a clanging sound on the bridge, and the sound of a triangle being struck hurriedly:

"Reef the sail! Reef the sail! Hey, that boy, don't be in a daze, pull hard!"

"Open the porthole! Open the porthole!"

"Rock the wheel! Rock the wheel! Don't stand behind his ass! Little guy, you want this cannon to kiss your balls?"

The sound of orders, shouts, and running echoed up and down the deck. Soon, the ship's hull shook, and the cannon on the second deck let out a majestic roar. The cannonballs drew a long parabola and accurately fell into the cave.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The shells caused huge splashes on the sea. The second shot fell into the sea water, the third shot collapsed a stone pillar, and the fourth shot accurately fell into the cave. Then, miles away, everyone heard an angry roar coming from the depths of the cave.

"He's out." Knight Drok explained to the surroundings easily. Then, he immediately raised his voice:

"Gunner Commander! Get ready!"

"Yes!" Someone below agreed loudly. Then, the audience on the deck, including Grete, heard someone shouting loudly below the second deck:

"The starboard 18-pounder gun is loaded! The 24-pounder gun is ready! Boys, run, run! Damn it, if you don't want the poisonous dragon's saliva to spray on your face, just kiss it with a cannonball!"

The poisonous dragon came at full speed. The [Humpback Whale] maneuvered with ease on the sea, with 18-pound guns, 24-pound guns, and 32-pound guns, one after another, playing a fierce and grand symphony that was far better than the inside of the cave.

Grete squeezed the test tube in his hand tightly, his heart pounding:

The most powerful destructive spell he can master now, the fireball spell, has a range of only 200 meters. Although the accuracy of the impact of these cannonballs is worrying, their maximum range is eight times that of his!

If he wanted to rush forward beyond the range and reach a position where he could attack the warship, he would probably be killed by the barrage in the process, right?

Unless you use flying...

"Your battleship has such a long range?" While he was thinking wildly, Gretel heard Marquis Turgu asking the Archmage not far away. Gretel cheered up:

Is it far?

As for what the battleship's range should be, I don't know very well...

A thin layer of mist enveloped the Marquis, making his whole body a little hazy, but also allowing him to stand safely in the sun. Master LeBron smiled:

"Yes, in recent years, we have improved the casting technology of steel and the formula of gunpowder. The range of these new cannons has increased by more than 50% compared to the original ones."

Gretel winced when he heard this. The improvement of steel casting technology, if it includes oxygen blowing and steam engine forging, seems to be his fault. The gunpowder formula is also related to him. Who told him to come up with nitroglycerin and nitrocellulose...

By the way, if the gunpowder on the battleship is all nitrocellulose series, is it reliable? I don't want to be killed by a gunpowder explosion!

Grete silently brushed himself an extra mage armor. He asked Cerela in a low voice:

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?"

"I don't want it! That thing is not of the same race as us!" Miss Yinlong said with a straight face:

"If I stay here, if something happens, I can still run away with you!"

Before he finished speaking, the waves surged in front of him, and the poisonous dragon came roaring with scars all over its body. On an unknown deck, someone shouted loudly:

"volley!"

"boom!!!"

Amidst the extremely loud roar, the ship's hull tilted, and the passengers collectively tilted towards the direction where the poisonous dragon sprayed. Rain of blood flew, and several large holes exploded in the poisonous dragon's chest, and it fell into the sea with a shrill cry.

Archmage LeBron pointed at the blood spreading on the sea and explained leisurely:

"This is the latest developed 68-pound cannon. Its lethality can be compared with the light magic cannon, and the cost is only one-tenth of the magic cannon."

The sound of breathing one after another. Everyone knows what it means to have the same lethality and one-tenth the cost. In other words, if the Congress is shameless, sells out artillery, and builds a lot of pirate ships with strong firepower, small load, and fast running...

The fleet of the Carolingian Kingdom, especially the transport fleet, is really not necessarily an opponent.

——Of course, the premise of everything is to kill their main fleet first.

"Hmm..." The orc prince rubbed the golden ring in his braid and stared at the sea, refusing to ignore any detail:

"Let's take a look... and take a closer look..."

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