"What are you doing?" Bedivere asked Paramedis curiously while holding on to the bark of the tree, letting the resin accumulate on the bark.
"It's great that we are in the tropics here. You can dig anywhere you want." Paramedes dug out dozens of palm-sized stones. The stones turned pale golden yellow under the light of the torch. The leopard man simply took off his robe and used his clothes.
Wrap these stones and carry them on your back like a big bag: "Okay, today's harvest is rich enough, let's go back like this."
"You'd better keep your word." The piece of bark in the werewolf's hand has become heavy, estimated to contain more than ten kilograms of resin. By human standards, this tree is simply fat and oily.
The noises of wild beasts around him became more frequent, and Bedivere didn't want to stay in this kind of woods for a moment longer. He couldn't wait to follow Palamedes and ran towards the camp.
After returning to the camp, the two of them quickly jumped up to the tree house and unloaded the things in their hands. Unexpectedly, as soon as Palamedes put down the pile of stones and prey, he jumped down from the tree again: "You guys eat first, and I'll go there later."
Pick something."
"Palmides?!" Bedivere shouted dissatisfied. It was completely dark. Even with a torch in hand, wandering in the wilderness in this dark night was simply asking for death.
The Leopard Warrior ignored the opponent's protest and ran away quickly.
"What did dad bring back?" Saifer asked curiously: "Stone? Uh, is this a resin cat?"
"They are all materials for making rockets." Bedivere explained: "He probably wanted to make arrows that can burn violently to compete with the Warcraft."
"And he doesn't plan to eat anymore." Albert sneered and ate the last piece of grilled fish.
"You selfish guy!" the werewolf said angrily.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Albert." Seglade took out three grilled fish from the dry leaves and handed them to Bediwell: "There are many more here. They have been grilled for you and kept warm with leaves.
That’s it, meow. Eat quickly, meow---leave these rabbits and birds to me, meow."
"Remember to save the feathers and fat." The werewolf quickly added, fearing that Seglade would throw away important arrow-making materials.
"Okay, be careful, meow." Seglade also carried a torch, ran under the tree, disembowelled the small animals near the river, and peeled off the skins to get the meat.
Bedivere thought that Palamedes would be gone for a long time, but he didn't expect that the big cat had returned by this time, bringing with him a large bundle of cattails.
"Wow, what do you want this for?" The werewolf glared at Palamedes.
"Wow! This is not a cattail cat! It looks so playful!" Albert grabbed a cattail and played with it, swinging the false stem around.
The cattails picked by Palamedes all have three-inch long false stems. The fluffy cattail stems look like a sausage or a short cat tail.
Palamedes put the plants aside and picked up the three stone bowls he found somewhere.
He filled one of the bowls with resin and placed it close to the fire, using the heat of the fire to melt the resin. In this way, the impurities in the resin would either sink to the bottom or float on the surface, making them easily accessible.
Purified resin.
He filled another stone bowl with water, smashed the stones one by one, and threw them into the bowl filled with water: "Seifer, use your knife to smash these stones even more, and then
Filter it and discard the gravel, leaving only the solution."
His son was dumbfounded: "Dad, what do you want to do?"
"Hey, you will know soon." Palamedes was already busy cutting the cattails. He took out all the parts except the false stems and threw them in the fire to burn to ashes.
He used a piece of parachute cloth to cushion the ashes in advance so that he could recover the ashes. He picked up a large bag of grass ashes that still had heat, poured it into another stone bowl, and also added water and mixed it well. It was almost
A bowl of mushy grass ash juice.
"Tiger, pound these grass ashes into finer pieces and filter them for later use." Palamedes ordered Albert again.
"What kind of plane are you working on?" Bedivere finally couldn't help but ask.
The leopard warrior smiled and pointed at the pile of stones he brought back: "Do you know what this is?"
"I'm just asking you because I don't know!"
"This is saltpeter. One of the raw materials used to prepare saltpeter." Seeing that his son had prepared a bowl of saltpeter solution, Palamedes took the stone bowl over and mixed it with Albert.
Mix the contents in the bowl: "Add saltpetre and plant ash. The filtered solution is heated in a fire. After most of the water has evaporated, what is precipitated is saltpeter ------"
The smart Bediwell immediately guessed the Leopard Warrior's intention: "Oh my god, you want to make gunpowder!"
"Well, no, not yet." Palamedes shook his head in disappointment: "I haven't found sulfur yet. The saltpeter produced now can only be used as a combustion accelerant to make the rocket arrows burn more intensely*.
"
(*Note: Saltpeter will decompose and release oxygen at 334 degrees Celsius, which acts as a combustion support.)
"That's it." The werewolf looked at the bowl of melted resin: "Mix the saltpeter into the resin, and then let the cattails soak in the resin to make an arrowhead."
"That's right." Palamedes said, "Let's do it quickly. With the equipment we have now, we have no chance of winning when facing Warcraft. We need at least thirty rounds of burning arrows. --- Tomorrow we will
Entering the great swamps of Sudan, it would be great if you could find sulfur."
"I, I don't understand, what does this have to do with sulfur?" Elaine, who had remained silent, asked in a low voice.
"How come you don't even understand this? One part sulfur, two parts saltpeter, and three parts charcoal. When mixed together, it becomes black gunpowder." Albert pretended to be a teacher: "With that, you can use
The World of Warcraft exploded to pieces."
It's hard to say, Bediwell muttered in his heart. This crude gunpowder contains too many impurities, and its effect is unsatisfactory. Even if it can be successfully detonated, the lethality is unlikely to be too great.
It is unrealistic to defeat the monsters with this alone. At most, it can only create explosions and strong noises to scare away the monsters.
Of course, this may be exactly what Palamedes had in mind. He had no intention of engaging in a head-on battle with the monsters at all, so he would just run away from the battle if he could.
At the same time, King Arthur's chamber.
"Over there!" The evil star is lying on King Arthur's crown like a little emperor, stretching out his little claws to point east and west, while the great King of Knights is at his call, and he will go in which direction the dragon points.
Walk.
Such a scene is rare in the world, but now it is seen by all the servants in King Arthur's house. The servants can only turn a blind eye and continue to do the work they are doing except trying to hold back the snickers.
"That---" After the King of Knights walked back and forth dozens of times in the castle, he finally couldn't help but get angry: "Are you really looking for it? We've been walking around for several hours, and it's almost daybreak.
It's getting dark, haven't you found it yet?"
"Almost." Evil Star whispered: "You don't understand, mortal. The dragon's photon sense of smell can sense the surrounding breath. It is an extremely sensitive feeling, but it is not accurate enough. It is so difficult to judge the direction.
, I can only sense a rough idea."
"Yes, whatever you want to say--" Arthur groaned.
"But we are indeed getting closer to the target a little bit." Xie Xing added: "I can feel that the strange aura is getting stronger and stronger."
"Oh, really? What does that smell like?" Arthur asked doubtfully.
"That's not a smell. What the photon sense of smell [smells] is a kind of smell, which is different from the smell smelled by the ordinary sense of smell. I can't explain the difference clearly. --- Alas, go down the stairs here.
go."
"You can smell it, but you can't tell clearly, huh--" Arthur walked down the steps, feeling even more unhappy.
"Well, I'll try my best to describe it. For example, your breath is a disgusting feeling similar to [stinky] smell." Evil Star hummed: "Dragon clan are all the same race and repel each other. They can smell this [stinky] smell to each other."
], and you also have dragon blood in your body, so in my opinion, you are also [stinky].
However, it is not an olfactory [stink], but a psychological disgust that arises the moment it senses your breath. --- Turn left ahead."
"Really? ---What about Greenville?" the King of Knights asked casually as he walked in the bright corridor.
"Yeah, extremely weak dark elf blood. Sweet fragrance."
(This guy is quite accurate. Although he should have known Greenville's origins for a long time.)
"By the way, there are actually three strange smells we are chasing now. Two of them should be orcs, full of a wilderness smell and the smell of meat---it seems delicious." Evil Star analyzed seriously
, "These two guys are the culprits who keep us going in circles here. They seem to be wandering around the castle aimlessly."
"Very good..." The King of Knights could guess that those two were Husky and Hal. These two guys were playing a treasure hunt game in the city, and their movement pattern was roughly consistent with what the evil star described.
"There is another aura that is more strange. It seems to be a dragon, or a guy with dragon blood. It is very powerful, ancient, and buried deep. Its power seems to slowly seep out from a fixed location.
."
"Oh?" This sentence aroused King Arthur's curiosity.
"After turning around a lot just now, I finally found its source according to the range of the aura." The evil star got up from the crown and sat down: "That's the room."
He pointed to an ancient door on the right side of the corridor. There seemed to be a faint aura of power coming from the old room that was almost no longer in use. Even Arthur could feel it when he was so close.