Chapter 356 Fireball Crossbow and Pre-War Preparations
On July 5th, Rapid City was still fighting hard.
In Jinhe Township, in the harbor twelve miles northeast of Montenegro, dozens of cargo ships and merchant ships lined up to dock at this narrow temporary dock.
The elders on small rafts moved among the tall sailing ships, swearing all kinds of obscenities with red faces, and commanding the cargo ships to give up their positions or hurry up and move forward.
In the shallow water next to the bay, several small rafts were fishing for boxes floating in the water. Beside them were two merchant ships that collided and tilted.
On the hill on the west side of the harbor, nearly a hundred wet Guards monks gathered around a bonfire to dry their clothes and shoes that were full of sweaty smell.
The stench accompanied by the humid hot wind made every Skitarii carrying supplies at the dock unable to help but cover their noses with handkerchiefs.
Even Horn couldn't help pinching his nose.
This was actually a smuggling dock for the Secret Party, disguised as a small fishing village.
Standing next to the cellar, Horn could clearly see the skitarii carrying out boxes of prohibited alchemy potions and alchemy materials and dragging them to the dock to sell them openly.
Anyway, as long as you go to the Holy Father and spend money to buy a stamp certified by the Holy Sun, it is not considered a contraband, because it has been ordained by the Holy Sun.
For these alchemical items, merchants vividly named them washing gifts.
As for the original owner of these contraband items, Horn can't control that much. If you ask, it will be confiscated.
"Your Majesty, the Third Guards Corps has also disembarked." Todd, the commander of the Third Guards Corps, approached and gave Horn a helmet-raising salute.
"Okay, your army will follow the guidance of Brune, the commander of the fifth black hat army, and go to the designated camp area." Horn turned his head and waved to Brune, who was standing aside dullly, "Big man , take him there.”
In the previous Battle of Moncrusse, due to the failure of the command of the Legion Commander Momri, he has been demoted to the Deputy Commander of the Legion, and the Commander of the Legion was handed over to Jane in Brune of the Sacred Heart.
"After all your legions are in place, the deputy legion commander will be responsible for the garrison, and the full-time legion commander will go directly to the Chinese army camp for a meeting."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
< br>After confirming that the camp arrangements were correct, Horn got the chance. Just as he was about to rest, he remembered Mormont's previous request.
Taking out a list from his arms and asking someone to take it out from the "washing gifts" at the dock, Horn rode towards the wizards' camp on horseback.
The distance from the harbor to the camp was only four to five hundred meters, and it took Horne more than three minutes to arrive.
He just dismounted and picked up the box full of alchemy materials. He saw Mormont, who was repairing the fireball crossbow, put down his hammer and trotted over.
Standing half a meter away from Horn, Mormont's eyes were so passionate.
Horn was stunned by his fiery eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing, nothing." He said this, but Mormont was completely He didn't mean to put away his fiery gaze.
It wasn't that he had any thoughts about Horn, but that he had never seen such a rare male witch, so naturally he wanted to see more.
After these few days of observation, Mormont gradually understood everything about the Salvation Army.
What about the Holy Father Worship Society, what about the Myrcella Cult’s heretical natural magic, aren’t these just an army of wizards with layers of shells?
The so-called Holy Beloved’s statement makes quite a bit of sense to civilians who don’t understand the magic system.
But for people like Mormont who are familiar with the extraordinary, it is simply nonsense.
This witch's disease, this magic power, this alchemy, Mormont can be identified as a pure wizard at a glance.
But as he got closer to the Holy One and the Clockwork Gun, he became a little suspicious again.
Witch disease has almost no symptoms of distortion or death. It has huge mana but no spells. The number is terrifying.
He still remembered the secret party’s gathering in Tiannv City ten years ago. According to the rules, each secret party counted the number of wizards.
The summary of results shows that in Black Snake Bay, where the Secret Party is densest, the total number of Secret Party wizards is only over 10,000.
Even including those who are outside the secret party system, the number is estimated to be less than 15,000.
But there are nearly two thousand "wizards" in this camp!
The most terrifying thing is that there are still thousands of wizards in Joan of Arc and Qiumu Island. A mere Langsander County managed to form a wizard army that was close to one-fifth of the total number of wizards in Black Snake Bay.
Even this number is still rising. He saw with his own eyes that the Guards Corps added about thirty more soldiers the day before yesterday.
It’s only been half a year.
What the Ruoan Party failed to accomplish back then, this male witch did.
If the descendants of these wizards can inherit this huge mana, even if it is only half inherited, ten years will be enough to double the number of wizards.
Mormont finally understood why the John Party and the White Mountain Priory tried every means to cover up Horn's true situation, and even sent the great wizard Pasric for personal protection.
If the Red Copper Fortress hadn't been blocked, he would have wanted to carry Horn to Black Snake Bay and protect him until death.
Horn wanted to personally hand over the box containing the alchemy materials to Mormont, but remembering Mormont's look just now, he still instructed the guards around him to hand it over.
"What do you want these things for?"
"We have some inherited gadgets." Squatting down, Mormont opened the box and rummaged through the alchemy materials. "It just happens to be able to make a few alchemy props to strengthen the fireball technique."
"Oh, that's it." Horn said emotionlessly.
Ever since he discovered that the fireball technique was not as powerful as he imagined, he had no idea about the fireball technique.
Even if the staff is installed on a small trebuchet, it can't be thrown far, because the wind pressure will increase as the speed increases, and the fireball will be blown away.
Under Mormont's information, Horn built a small trebuchet based on the Black Snake Bay Fireball Crossbow he said, and managed to increase the range to 150 meters.
Compared with human throwing, the hit rate of the fireball crossbow is too low.
In desperation, Horn had no choice but to call in an astrologer from the White Mountain Monastery to perform divination on the spot, and he managed to improve the hit rate and deviation.
Anyway, it can fire up to 8 fireballs, so the long casting time of Astrology is forgivable.
Looking at the two-meter-wide catapult, Horn would not call such a crude thing a wizard cannon.
At least until the formula for the red dragon's breath is obtained, the idea of the wizard cannon can only remain an idea.
The 150-meter range and the 1500-meter range are different concepts even if the power is the same.
"Ah, I have one more thing I want to trouble you with." Seeing Horn turning around to leave, Mormont immediately stood up and called him.
“What?”
"Can you allocate some alchemists to me...I mean the priests of sacred weapons to help me create some holy weapons."
"Of course, the priests of sacred weapons and the holy ones will come after dinner. Looking for you.”
After confirming the situation of the Fireball Crossbow team, looking at the sky, Horn headed towards the camp without stopping again.
Just when he arrived, he happened to see Rudillo, the last regiment commander, opening the curtain door and walking into the canvas tent.
Follow Rudillo and walk in. Sitting around the round table are six Black Hat Legion commanders and two Guards Legion commanders.
Except for the Second and Fourth Guards Corps, which were defending Fort Joan of Arc, the Salvation Army could be said to be in full force.
Horn sat directly at the top of the table. Without any nonsense, he laid out the map and said, "Mr. Paslik has sent news. You probably all know the specific situation."< br>
Picking up the ceramic cup on the table, Horn placed it on the north side of the Black Mountain on the map: "This is the Black Mountain Fort."
The index finger crossed the simple Black Mountain on the map. En raised his head: "The Sand Sculpture Knight is expected to arrive at Black Mountain Castle in the north of Black Mountain within three days, and what we have to do..."
Putting the ink bottle heavily on the southwest side of Black Mountain, Horn straightened up. : "It is here that we will completely annihilate the Sand Sculpture Knight Niedersall and his main army."
(End of this chapter)