In this 50x100x8 meter open test site, the four walls are made of seamless stone of the same thickness as the entire cave base.
Even the designers who designed the construction drawings of this base two years ago couldn't tell how many exits and entrances there are in the one-meter-thick base.
Only the gods and the person in charge of this base know how many entrances and exits were built in the subsequent construction.
In this slightly spacious testing ground, several elves stood at the back, and a metal plate was added to the wall directly opposite, which seemed to be quite thin.
"The principle of the magic hand cannon is to use special means to gather magic power in a burst mode..."
When Quentin talked about this, the whole elf exuded a different color and talked eloquently in his field.
Following his demonstration, Elf King Haoyue put his right hand into the smaller end and groped to insert all five fingers into the corresponding holes.
Then, make a fist.
A clear sound of metal collision entered Haoyue's ears through bone conduction. He slowly circulated the huge magic power in his body and brought out a small part of it.
"Hmm, such strong magic conductivity." Haoyue was a little surprised. He felt that his magic power was flowing rapidly in the hand cannon. In addition to encountering some buffering obstacles when passing through the nodes, it was as if it was in his own body.
The inner workings of magic are the same.
"It's the function of mithril." Master Quentin said, "It's a god-given metal that appeared due to an accident."
During a certain experiment, he didn't know which link went wrong, so he got the original version of mithril. After he discovered the properties of mithril, he set out to restore his specific gravity formula.
The metal that emerged from such an accident can indeed be called a god-given metal.
"It has strong magical conductivity. It was liquid in its original state, and will quickly solidify when left at room temperature."
"It's just that, until now, I haven't found a way to change it from solid to liquid."
Quentin's tone was full of regret. If he couldn't find a way to dissolve solid mithril into liquid mithril, then its action period would be too short.
Once the mithril solidifies, there is no way to reshape it. Although the magic conductivity remains unchanged, there is no way to reuse it.
Unless placed in a specific high-temperature environment, the shelf life of liquid mithril is only more than an hour.
Haoyue raised the elf hand cannon, which weighed more than ten kilograms. After a short period of exploration, he quickly understood how to use it.
The magic power is concentrated at the center, located in the front muzzle. There is a cone-shaped depression in the center like a flashlight, with traces of blue light flashing.
The blue-white light flashed away, and a burning smell instantly spread to the surroundings.
On the standing wooden target dozens of meters away, a hole as big as a washbasin was burning in the upper half of the big-headed wooden target.
Behind the wooden target, a large piece of the thick metal layer was melted, and the stone wall behind seemed to be exposed.
"Such power." Haoyue praised, but also a little stunned. This is probably equivalent to a laser cannon.
If he were to take a hit, I'm afraid he wouldn't get any benefits, and would probably end up dead on the spot.
"..."
"Your Highness, the power of the Elven Magic Hand Cannon is directly proportional to the amount of magic instilled by the user..."
Quentin looked at the smoking hand cannon and hurriedly tried to take it off, but several blisters were burned on the surface of the hot hand cannon.
clang
Haoyue put her left hand on the hand cannon, pulled it out completely, and threw it on the steps aside.
His right hand was burnt black, and the surface looked like it had peeled off a layer of skin, and it looked black and red.
"Your Highness..."
Several elves looked anxious, looking at his charred arms, and prayed to the elves and gods one by one, preparing to cast magical healing spells.
"No need." A flash of green light flashed from his bracelet, and the cool green mist continued to sink into Haoyue's injured area, constantly repairing his wounds.
After just a few seconds, the brown and blood-red arm returned to normal.
"It's my problem, it's none of your business." He explained that this was a problem caused by his own improper operation, and they couldn't be blamed.
His magic attribute has reached 24 points, and he is about to reach the ultimate level of Qi. This is still the original version of the elf hand cannon. Of course, it cannot withstand such a strong magic impact.
"Yes, it is indeed a good thing. If applied well, mithril may be a super invention that spans the ages."
Although the hand cannon failed this time, it was relatively successful.
It successfully put forward the concept of special magic weapons and demonstrated huge lethality.
This also allowed the Elf King to see Master Quentin's ambition, black iron and mithril. He wanted to use mithril as an analogy to black iron. Did he intend to use this to become a god?
Although the current mithril structure cannot withstand high-intensity magic impact, as long as he is still researching it, it means that this situation is likely to improve in the future.
He gave some advice to Master Quentin, and then he stopped talking and just took charge of the public affairs by himself. There was no need to touch those professional things.
"I'm really sorry. We will work hard to improve and try to improve the safety of the magic hand cannon..."
The person in charge of the elf base took them away from the testing site, apologizing for what had just happened on the way.
Haoyue smiled and said, "If you really feel sorry, then work hard to produce better results. In that case, I will be very happy."
The person in charge of the base was silent for a moment and issued a military order in front of Haoyue on the spot. He would do his best to speed up the progress and would definitely come up with an answer that satisfies Haoyue.
In addition to the gods, the most respected elf in the entire elf kingdom is the elf king. He has single-handedly led the country to its current prosperity and is the biggest hero in the hearts of many tribesmen.
And this hero was injured here just now. How could he not be nervous?
"What's here again?"
"Aircraft?"
Haoyue looked at the various drawings posted on the wall, and the pair of bird-like wing devices looked very familiar.
"Well, this is my research laboratory." An elf stood up and said, "My research direction is aircraft."
Haoyue walked around with interest, "I remember that the last time I came to inspect, there was no aircraft project, right?"
"This is a new project established this year."
The person in charge of the base explained that this is a project with roots. After all, the flow of goods is getting larger and larger. It is too primitive to rely solely on manpower to transport goods, and making vehicles and building roads will harm nature itself.
Based on this reaction, they chose a bold idea to build a large aircraft that could fly, so that they would not need to destroy the environment in the dense forest.