Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The high-pitched and sharp voice, like chanting a spell, disappeared, and the entire venue fell into silence. The bachelor stood still in a daze.

He stared at the Asshai Pyromancer with wide eyes. Just when Nuniz was about to return to the basement to find someone to testify, his violent shout woke everyone up.

"You! You know Maester Marwyn!"

Bass Potter rushed forward unsteadily, and shouted with a hint of sob in his voice:

"He is also my teacher. I studied occultism with him. Has he ever mentioned me?"

Nuniz had no time to think about finding someone. He blinked and stared at the maester who couldn't help but burst into tears, as if he was recalling something, and then hesitantly asked:

"Boll? Maester Bol?"

Hearing this name that no one had called him in nearly twenty years, Bass Potter thought of the teacher with a neck as thick as a bull and a chin as hard as a stone slab.

He stood under the sun, with the breeze blowing on his face. He covered his face and cried, feeling the pain and torture he deserved.

After a long time, Meng Ge walked up to the bachelor, patted him on the shoulder, and said with concern:

"You once said that Maester Marwen spent several years in the far east. He searched for lost books and visited Qarth and Asshai, just to enrich his knowledge and create great works unknown to the world.

"He calls other conservative bachelors who are unwilling to leave the school city gray sheep. Therefore, I think your actions and achievements will definitely make him feel proud."

Ofer also stood over. He glanced at the bachelor with slight disgust, coughed awkwardly twice, and said unnaturally:

"Be strong and wipe away your tears! Come on! We still have a long road ahead of us and a lot of things to do. Without you, we can't carry on."

The bachelor was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent. He raised his head, looked around, pointed at Ofer, choked up and yelled a few words in annoyance, and finally turned his head because he was too ashamed, unwilling to look at the other person's face.

"A lot of things happened today. We should not forget the past, nor give up on the future. The maester and Nuniz can have a good chat about your common teacher, Maester Marwin, during the break."

Seeing that the expression on the bachelor's face softened, Mengge breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to talk about the past anymore, for fear of causing Bass Potter's sadness again, so he smiled and said:

"Next, let's continue talking about Aegon IV's dragon plan!"

"As you wish. Nuniz spoke with that strange Asshai accent, switched to Dothraki, and spoke very slowly:

"The Dragon Project is not a scam. I have read the relevant records of the Alchemist Guild. Aegon IV Targaryen once asked the pyromancers to study how to hatch dragon eggs or resurrect the dead dragons of their ancestors, but in the end no one could come up with one. A feasible solution, so Aegon IV did not try to do this, but ordered the pyromancers to create a siege machine capable of shooting wildfire to replace the long-extinct dragon. "

"But wildfires are extremely unstable. They are flammable liquids that can burn for a long time. A little spark and very high temperatures can set them on fire, such as exposure to sunlight in a very short period of time. Once When a wildfire is ignited, it will definitely burn the object.”

"Therefore, extra care must be taken in the process of producing and storing wildfire. Only assistants and apprentices who have undergone strict training can complete this work. The artificial dragon created by the pyromancer is simply difficult to move on the road, let alone the distance as far as Dorne. , so it’s just a stupid plan.”

At this point, Nuniz showed a hesitant expression. He thought carefully for a moment before reluctantly saying:

"We usually put wildfires in crude wax-sealed clay pots to increase the control of wildfires, then store the pots in stone compartments, and finally fill the compartments with sand. This is to prevent the fire from spreading. In the event of an accident, sand can extinguish wildfires.”

"But in fact, ancient alchemists used spells to store wildfire. I once tried to develop a new spell that could make wildfire more convenient and efficient to use. However, after the dragon disappeared, those spells no longer Even the spell we use to create wildfire is not as effective as it was in ancient times, so I didn’t try it.”

"It doesn't matter!" Mengge's face showed a smile under the blue sky. He only felt that Nuniz was as dazzling as gold, and laughed loudly:

"You can test those spells soon. If there are any missing materials, just ask the bloodrider guard outside the door to tell me."

Then, he pointed to the charred and messy field around him, with a puzzled look on his face, wanting to confirm whether this was true, and asked:

"The power of gunpowder seems to be much greater than before?"

Nuniz looked at the crowd and seemed to understand what they were thinking. He smiled excitedly and said:

"Rapid and regular combustion produces a large amount of high-temperature gas. The faster the burning speed, the better the sealing, and the greater the power it can explode. The explosiveness of gunpowder mainly depends on the proportion of saltpeter, and the higher the purity of the saltpeter, The more precisely this ratio can be controlled.”

"It is difficult to find good natural crystal saltpeter in Dothraki, so my assistants and I can only improve the process of boiling saltpeter, remove soluble impurities in the saltpeter soil, and increase the nitrate content in the saltwater."

"Not only that, we now have the skills to judge whether the saltpeter needs to be boiled repeatedly. The final saltpeter has very few impurities, is crystal clear and of excellent quality."

Everyone could feel his joy extremely clearly. His eyes were shining with light, and he was happy for this new progress. Then, he seemed to fall into beautiful thinking, and his body showed a hazy state.

"Wildfire, burning, flammable, gunpowder, spell." Nuniz murmured.

Then he took a deep breath and suddenly returned to the real world. He looked at Mengge in front of him and said with a smile:

"My heart will always stay here. Thank you for bringing me back from my dark journey. Otherwise, I might not have had the chance to witness the birth of a war weapon that is more ideal than wildfire."

"I thought maybe we could apply the wildfire-making spell to gunpowder to make it burn faster, more thoroughly, and at a higher temperature, so that the explosiveness of the gunpowder would be enhanced."

Meng Ge nodded, pointed at the scene in front of him and said to everyone:

"This is the power of gunpowder, welcome to the new era!"

Regarding the power of gunpowder, I also checked some information from the Internet. Please forgive me. I don't know how powerful it is, so I will change it later.