Chapter 1354 Orlando

"Big is good, more is beautiful, caliber is justice, turret is truth! Val is supreme!!!"

Some crazy elves held a turret carved from stone in their hands, knelt on the ground, and prayed to the anvil rune on the wall.

His maniacally laughing face seemed to have imagined that countless enemies were reduced to pieces under the power of the artillery in his hands, praising Vaal's greatness with death and screams.

Kurt was confused. He had never seen elven technicians before. Altdorf often had people to communicate with about engineering and magic, but most of them were rational and restrained, with a cold nature and indifference to everything outside the professional field. .

The marshal turned his head to look at Rosettina and found that he was covering his forehead with his hands with a serious face, his lips were trembling, and he was also praying to the anvil rune on the wall.

Then he looked at the tomb guard and found that even the jailer's black robe was three points lower than before. He clenched his hands on his chest and silently prayed to the anvil rune.

Well, in fact, elves are a group of fanatical believers, but no one has noticed it.

No matter what he thought, Kurt still expressed his respect for this belief and silently waited for the three people to finish praying.

After the random simulated cannon sounds ended, Orlando threw the turret stone sculpture in his hand on the ground and trampled it to pieces in anger: "Not enough, not enough, this is not enough to prove Val's power!!! Why the priesthood?" The guy thinks that magic is the best way to siege the city. The followers of Vaal should forge weapons that can match the hammer to prove that we are favored by the forging god! "Ah!

Orlando grabbed his hair and slammed his body against the anvil rune on the wall. Blood seeped out of his forehead and stained the gray rock wall little by little.

"Give me the oracle, give me wisdom, give me glory, Val..."

Pieces of gravel mixed with blood splattered, which only made Kurt frown. He thought of the Empire's Flagellants, and those lunatics behaved similarly when they saw the twin-tailed comet logo.

A loud slap, calling Orlando back to reality.

Orlando looked back, furious. Who dared to interrupt his communication with Val? The magic bomb placed under the bed would definitely teach this blasphemer a severe lesson!

When he saw the unfamiliar face, the devout Val believer could only hesitantly raise his hand and say: "Your Excellency Rosettina, have you been forgiven?"

"I have never made a mistake, how can I forgive me!"

Emphasizing the past, the Dragon Prince asked the siege master to take care of the injury on his forehead. After this boy made a pilgrimage to the Vaal Anvil, he developed a serious tendency to self-mutilate and claimed to be able to communicate directly with the forging god.

But the result is that after Orlando met Dais, he firmly believed that Aslay was a fake, and Val would only favor Caledo, not a group of green springtails.

The place he should go to most should be the mental sanatorium in Avalon, not the technical institute chaired by Juan...

This may also be one of the tragedies. Even though Juan knew that his apprentice's mental condition was getting worse, he still firmly believed that his contribution to Val was the most important thing compared to personal pain.

The botched siege division sent a small team of humans and several fellow elves to the gate of Nisu. Whether a mentally ill person should be sentenced to death was an area that the dragon court wanted to silence.

If nothing else, Orlando should spend the rest of his life in prison. He may be a genius, but he is also an executioner. Imric wants to execute him, and by the way, let Juan spend a few years in prison to calm down. This is serious. Educational accident.

Only Drachnir, uncharacteristically, treated the criminal who killed his compatriots lightly, at least letting him live with remorse and pain.

"I should kill you now, Orlando... You accidentally killed several Assurs, which is the most serious crime in Caledor."

Orlando remained silent, lowered his head without making excuses, and stopped his madness: "If the prince asked you to exercise this punishment, I thank His Highness for your mercy, but it is also extremely cruel... I always remember the way they died, and their souls passed through Nepal. Su's gate, revenge under the guidance of the Pale Queen."

"So you should put up with this cruelty, and now there's a plan that, if you can play a small role, might alleviate the guilt a little bit."

Orlando raised his head and looked first at the serious Rosetina, and then at the humans who were traveling with the Dragon Prince. He immediately understood and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, no, no, the empire cannot have a platform for me to display. Their stubborn and old-fashioned thinking mode is the same as that of the dwarves. They use fanatical beliefs to shackle technological development. Useless religious imprints will only make steel lament... They can't even Forge a barrel that doesn’t require cooling.”

The knight translator told Kurt the truth, but when he heard the elf's disdainful tone, his tone was inevitably a little excited.

"Can I see your masterpiece, the genius Mr. Orlando." Kurt extended his hand to invite. He didn't care what the elf said. He was so awesome just waiting to go to Nunn Gunnery Academy to debate with the master of engineering. , it is best for Rick to fight for the right to speak in the engineering community.

"A monkey cannot..."

Rosettina's eyes were filled with compulsion. He didn't want to hang out with a group of monkeys in the empire. Although the madman was a little crazy, at least he was a Caledorian elf and had a good technical level.

Under duress, Orlando carefully took out the manuscript that he had treasured for a long time from under the bed. He was worried that someone would steal the knowledge sacrificed to Val, especially those in black robes. The cold eyes hidden in the shadows must not have good intentions.

The knight opened the translation and was shocked by the first page: "Marshal Kurt, this..."

"What did you see?"

The knight's expression made Kurt more curious. He walked to the translator and was also shocked by the drawings on the first page.

This thing...isn't it Yurik's Thunder?

In front of Kurt was a cannon supported by a giant turntable. According to the proportion of the drawing, the caliber was enough to put a house into the barrel.

The complex mechanical structure supported the cannon. Human power could not load the cannon. Only giants could turn the turntable. The horses needed to pull hundreds of tons of materials...

"Did you design this?"

"A technology full of flaws." Orlando shook his head without explanation, motioning the human to turn to the second page.

After turning the second page, what was placed in front of Kurt was a much smaller cannon, a cannon placed on the rails, with two groups of five pairs of road wheels as the chassis, and a barrel longer than the body of the car tilted upright...

"A railway cannon designed according to the badland rail network, but it is obviously a waste of time. There are no greenskin fortresses waiting to be bombed, and the badlands no longer need such a huge project." Orlando sighed and thought that he was born at the wrong time.

But Kurt thought of the rail transportation network that Carl wanted to realize. If Rick had such a big guy, which elector dared to question the emperor?

"Can you build it?"

"No, I'm a designer, a technician who turns concepts into drawings... In addition to knowing all the key points, I can't even forge the right steel."

"Your plan, Rick's guards want it." (End of this chapter)