Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 46

2021-01-30

Chapter 46 Reed Guns and Arrows

Research by the Alliance Magic Warfare Bureau shows that the sorcerer's spell innate talent is an indivisible whole. The three spell types are artificial divisions, and anyone with spell innate talent can use all types of magic.

Simply put, human beings can only be divided into two categories: "with spell innate talent" and "without spell innate talent", and there is no such situation as innate talent with only a part of spell.

For example, during the test, even if the subjects can only show the fire-type spell innate talent, and the other two types of spell innate talent do not show. But after a long training period, he can also use sound spells and acceleration spells.

Like Winters, although he is good at fire spells, he can also use acceleration spells and sound spells. It's just that the latter two types of spells are progressing slowly, so he prefers to devote his time and energy to burning fire spells.

But that's not the case with Moritz van Nassau. He is a special case of the thousands of sorcerers that the Magic Warfare Bureau has cultivated over the years. He only has the innate talent of speeding up magic and can only use speeding high level spells.

As for sound magic and fire magic, even if he has practiced hard for many years, he can only use the most basic spells, and cannot use higher level applications.

When Moritz took the sorcerer class at the military academy, his faculty and classmates dubbed the rare condition a birth disability.

But these outlaws lying in the underground passages may not agree with this statement.

After just a dozen breaths, the only people standing in the tunnel were Lieutenant Colonel Field, Major Moritz, and Warrant Officer Winters.

The combination of rust and earthy smells stimulated Winters' sense of smell. The flickering torch illuminated the walls of the corridor, with red and white splashes everywhere, as if this place was not a tunnel more than ten meters underground in Hailan City, but the backyard of a prosperous butcher.

Field shook the blood from the knife and took a few steps to catch up with the one he had left the major alive.

"Don't, don't kill me..." The masked man with his knees shattered lay on the ground, crawling forward with his hands digging through the soil.

"Shh, don't make a sound." The lieutenant colonel squatted beside the masked man and asked kindly, "Where is cripple?"

"In the front, just In front." The masked man hurriedly pointed deeper into the tunnel, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the lieutenant colonel's shoes: "Don't kill me, I'll take you there."

Field took a step back in disgust.

"I'll show you the way." The masked man struggled to get up, but couldn't keep his balance. Just as he staggered forward half a step, he fell to the ground again. The wound was affected again, and the masked man bowed like a shrimp, and cried out in pain.

"It's alright, since we haven't changed places, I won't bother you to lead the way." Field approached the masked man with a saber in his backhand.

The masked man who was still on the ground a moment ago suddenly burst out. He seemed to be arching up because of the pain, but he actually took the opportunity to take out the weapon from his arms. At this moment, he was holding a weapon. The shiny short blade stabbed straight into the lieutenant colonel's lower abdomen.

Hey, there was another shrill sound, and a silver light accurately hit the back of the masked man's head. The whole body of the masked man was carried forward by the strength contained in this Silver Coin, and he fell into the dust and stopped breathing.

"Interesting, I still want to pull a back." Field sucked the flower and inserted the saber into the back of the masked man to ensure that the masked man couldn't die any longer.

Then he carelessly wiped the blood from the sword with the masked man's clothes, and asked Winters without raising his head: "Have you dealt with the rest?"

Winters He found that although the lieutenant colonel looked rough, he was very cautious in some places. He tried to answer calmly: "Neck and chest, each made up twice."

"Interesting." Field's tone There was a slight accident. He didn't expect this little fellow who came to trainee to work very neatly. The lieutenant colonel slowly put his saber back into the scabbard: "Let's go."

The three only touched each other. When you get to this group of people blocking the road, go forward, unobstructed.

Passing through a warehouse where crates and barrels were stacked, Field led Winters through a solid wooden door and entered a small room.

In Qianmin Street, where the main building is the tomb and the sewer, this small room is elegant. Not only does there have a bed and a table, but there are also stone slabs on the ground. The most conspicuous in the room are the two large bookshelves, which are piled with rolls of documents. If it wasn't in the dark underground, Winters would have believed that this was a scribe's room.

The flame of the torch swayed from side to side, and it looked like there was a hidden vent or tunnel.

"Where's the person? Run away?" Field sat on the bed unceremoniously: "cripple, if you don't come out again, I'll burn all your goods outside."

No one responded he.

"The old friend is here, but you can't hide. Then I can only hand over your ledger to the Sheriff Commission to see how many respectable gentlemen are involved in your big business. ." Field continued to speak to the air.

He said he was looking for the ledger, but Field didn't even look at the documents on the bookshelf. He got up and took the stacks of white papers on the desk in his hand, and shook at Moritz and Winters: "I found it."

But what he was holding in his hand was clearly white paper.

Field dipped a little water from the water basin with his hands, and explained at a moderate pace to his two subordinates: "Some people who are invisible will write invisible content in an invisible way. This technique is called steganography. In fact, it is to use alum water as ink, and after it dries, it becomes white paper, and it can only be revealed by smearing it with water."

He evenly smeared the water on the white paper, But nothing appeared on the paper.

Major Moritz coughed slightly awkwardly.

Field didn't see any embarrassment at all. He said with great interest: "Oh, have the technology improved? Interesting."

Lieutenant Colonel held up a piece of paper , looked through the light, and said firmly: "Steganography is a riddle. As long as the party who needs to read it knows the answer, the process of obtaining information should not be difficult. The commonly used methods are nothing more than water and fire. If it is not water, then it is fire. already?"

Said, the lieutenant colonel picked up a piece of paper and approached the torch to bake. After more than ten seconds, lines of pale-yellow text really appeared on the white paper.

"I thought it was something new, but it turned out to be an old trick like lemon juice and ink." The lieutenant colonel's tone was rather disappointed, as if some fun toy had broken.

There was a creaking sound of the wooden shaft turning, and a secret door suddenly appeared on the wall.

Winters subconsciously drew his weapon, unaware that there was a secret door in the wall.

The designer used the earth wall to cover up the gap of the secret door skillfully. Under the dim lighting conditions of the underground, it may have to be stuck on the wall little by little to find it.

An indignant voice came out of the secret door: "It's not a ledger, it's just a few reconciliation receipts. In addition to steganography, I also used encryption, and you can just unravel the steganography. I don't know what was written."

A bald gray robe man limped out of the door, Winters thought the head of the thugs should also be a vicious man, but the gray robe man The appearance is simply an ordinary person, even thinner than the ordinary person.

Probably because of the constant absence of sunlight, his skin was a sickly white. But he has straight teeth, which is not common among the lower classes. The hair and beard are neat and tidy, and the fabric of the robe is not very good, but clean. Although it was underground, there was not a single bit of mud between the nails.

And his baldness doesn't seem to be natural, it's more like a deliberately shaved Mediterranean look.

The gray robe man gave Winters the same feeling that Winters had of the room. Had he met this man on the street, Winters would have thought he was the catholic priest.

Field gestured Winters to withdraw the sword with his eyes, and waved the stack of paper at the gray robe man: "Then do you want to try if I can unravel your ciphertext?"

The gray robe man limped over to Field, and angrily took the stack of white paper from the lieutenant colonel and put it in his arms, looking like he didn't look like he had just killed a dozen of his men. conscious.

He dragged his legs and sat back on the bed, and said impatiently, "If you have anything to ask, just send someone to deliver a message. Is it necessary to go to such trouble every time? You Do you think it's easy for me to gather such a group of scumbags?"

"I'm not afraid to ask questions if I send someone here." Lieutenant Colonel Field replied with a smile.

"If you have anything to ask, hurry up and leave." The gray robe man's grammar is honorific, but his tone is very impatient.

Lieutenant Colonel Field dragged a stool and sat in front of the gray robe man: "As soon as the pier exploded, everyone in the city knew, don't tell me you didn't hear a word."

"You came to me to find out about this?"

"Yes."

"I really don't know much about this." gray robe man frowned said : "I only know that someone ordered a batch of reed guns from the north in the black market, short guns that can be used with one hand. Reed guns are rare things. When I heard that someone wanted to buy reed guns, they also bought short guns. I knew that another great character was going to be finished, so I left a little impression."

"Someone wants to buy a reed gun made by the province?"

"Yes, roll call. I'm going to buy one made by artisans in the province, and I'm in a hurry and the bid is high."

"Can you find who bought it?"

The gray robe man grinned silently. forced a smile and said: "What do you think? Why do you think you want to buy this thing on the black market?"

"Who sold that?"

gray robe man coldly snorted : "Aren't you asking nonsense? Qianmin Street is not my backyard. I'm just here to support a small business. Anyway, I didn't sell it. It's useless to find out. In this place, the seller is also impossible to know the buyer. Who is it?"

The man's tone was aggressive, but the lieutenant colonel was not annoyed. He supported his chin and asked, "Is there any useful news?"

The gray robe man bowed his head After thinking for a while, he looked up and replied, "It's nothing, at least I don't know."

Winters couldn't tell if the gray robe man was telling the truth or a lie, but Lieutenant Colonel Field didn't look like he was telling the truth. Do not doubt him.

"Then you can help me find out more. If there is any trouble recently, please tell me in time." Field stood up, obviously leaving.

"Please don't come over in person in the future, just send someone to send a message." The gray robe man said with a wry smile.

...

An hour later, the living room of Major Moritz's apartment.

Field came upstairs with three freshly washed wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

He put the glasses on the small table and poured half a glass for himself, then half a glass each for Moritz and Winters.

Lieutenant Colonel is still more concerned about the mental state of Winters, a fledgling rookie.

While handing the wine glass to Winters, he said, "Don't feel guilty about today's affairs, those scumbags in the street, half of them carry a murder case on their backs, and the other half carry a murder case on their backs. More than one murder. Killing them is just a noose money for the Elder's Council."

"Can't say the same, after all we didn't go through any trial proceedings." Major Moritz took a sip. Wine, slowly naysaying.

"They attack the officers who are on duty, and they don't need a trial." The lieutenant colonel's tone was very bad. He poured himself a drink and said, "It's a pity that these scum will never be killed. They will be killed today. So much, tomorrow cripple will be able to find more people, God knows how many mice are hidden in this sneaker street."

"Who is that bald man, why is he wearing a catholic priest hairstyle ?" Winters asked, holding the glass.

"cripple...cripple is the less scumbag among the scumbags in Qianmin Street. With his restraint, those animals can make a little less dirty." Lieutenant Colonel Field Without answering Winters directly, he evaded the point and changed the subject lightly: "Warrant Officer Montagne, do you still want to learn spells in actual combat? If you want, someone who can teach you is right in front of you."

Finished speaking , Field pointed to Major Moritz.

“Want to learn.” Winters stood up excitedly.

Today, Major Moritz was impressed by his extraordinary spell ability. Moritz was suffering from a severe withdrawal that day on the dock, not the true level of the major.

"What are you learning from me? I can't use anything but an accelerated spell. A sorcerer like me is the deformed child of the sorcerer - the Innate disability." The major said with a wry smile.

"Fuck! The idea of the Magic Warfare Bureau is simply a big mistake." Lieutenant Colonel Field slapped his thigh hard: "The Magic Warfare Bureau can't wait for the sorcerer to master every spell, and more than a dozen spells in one brain. It taught us everything. I understood it too late, and after I met Moritz, I realized that this line of thinking was completely wrong. Sorcerer, a lifetime of mastering one spell is enough."

Although Moritz himself doesn't seem to be proud of his spell abilities, but Winters is very determined to learn from the major.

He has always been troubled by the lack of lethality of fire-type spells, and he finally had the opportunity to consult a more brilliant sorcerer, and naturally he would not give up easily.

Seeing this little Junior Brother really wants to learn, Moritz shrugged.

He walked into his bedroom, rummaged through the desk for a long time, and finally came out with a small leather bag.

"Then." The major tossed the small bag to Winters.

Winters untied the ropes and contained ten metal rods in the leather bag.

He took out one of them. Judging from the luster and weight, the material should be steel or iron.

The metal rod has a uniform texture and a smooth surface, with a pointed end at one end and a flat end at the other.

It is two circles thinner than the little finger and about the same length as the middle finger. It is neither light nor heavy in the hand.

“Is it iron?” Winters asked.

"It's steel, very good steel. This is the practice equipment I figured out by myself." Major Moritz sat back on the reclining chair and explained slowly: "The practice of acceleration in the military school curriculum The method is to accelerate heavy objects. The heavier the object that can be accelerated, the better, but I don't think that kind of exercise is meaningful.

I think that when practicing the flying arrow technique, you should ensure that every 'arrow' you use The weight is exactly the same, and it takes time to develop the feel. Here are ten steel cones, five blunt tips, and five pointed tips. The weights are adjusted with the most precise balance, and they are exactly the same.”

Winters put the ten All the steel cones were taken out, with five blunt heads and five sharp thorns in front.

He took two of them and put them in the left and right hands respectively and weighed them, but he really couldn't tell which one was heavy.

“Have you ever played darts?” Moritz asked Winters.

"I've played, not bad."

Moritz entered the bedroom again, this time he dragged out a round target plate from under the bed, with a wooden bottom There is a circle of straw rope, and a piece of Silver Coin is nailed in the middle of the target plate.

The major hung the target plate above the fireplace, turned back to Winters and said, "Take that blunt steel cone as the casting material for the Flying Arrow, and hit this Silver Coin."

Winters took the steel cone in his hand and aimed at the Silver Coin in the center of the target plate, recalling the feeling of using the flying arrow technique, and entered the casting state.

He endured intense stinging and burning sensations, using magic to speed up the steel cone in his hand.

The steel cone, which had been stationary, magically accelerated for a short period of time, and flew out of Winters' hands, out of the reach of Winters' third hand.

But it hit the edge of the fireplace slowly, not even touching the edge of the target plate.

[The third hand and the fifth limb are the ability to substitute Finger Law]
Winters' face felt hot, but there was no emotion on Major Moritz's face.

"Aim a little higher," said the major.

Winters nods, adjusts his breath, and shoots a second steel cone.

This time, the steel cone hit the target plate, but it hit the upper right corner, still some distance away from the Silver Coin in the bullseye.

"Are you still doing spell training every night?" the major asked.

"Yes," Winters replied. In military school, nightly spell training is required for all sorcerer cadets.

Except for the few days on the boat, where I couldn't practice spell due to phantom limb pain, Winters didn't stop spell training every night even when I got home.

"Change all the training programs to this one, and don't practice other spells. Use the blunt ones for practice, and the pointed ones for actual combat." Major Moritz explained while drinking: "You just The arrow technique is understood as throwing a dart with an invisible third hand. The explosive power of the spell determines the formidable power of the dart, and the feel of the spell determines the accuracy of the dart.

Both of these points can be practiced consistently. Improve, practice this when you get home, don't stop as long as you can continue to use the flying arrow technique, and practice until the phantom limb pain can no longer enter the casting state. If you can't sleep due to phantom limb pain at night, take this bubble Drink water."

Major Moritz threw another paper bag to Winters, which Winters recognized as something the Major had bought on the Black Market on Stealth Street. He opened the paper bag and glanced at it, what seemed to be some kind of herbal medicine.

"Soaking this thing in water can help you fall asleep - just a little at a time, not too much. Sleep can help you repair itself, and the phantom limb pain disappears after sleep. It's gone."

"But the phantom limb pain went away after a few days of rest while we were on the boat," Winters asked cautiously.

"I've never seen that severe phantom limb pain when you were on the boat. It won't be so severe with exercises like mine, don't worry." The major curled back into the reclining chair, puzzled. Said: "I'm also very curious about how the Union Province people made you look like that."

"Understood."

Major's little by from the very beginning The little sip turned into a sip: "At the end of the day, it still takes long-term training.

The sorcerer's course ends when you leave the military school, but the sorcerer's training never ends. When I first graduated, my flying arrow skills were slightly better than yours, so don't worry, you'll learn it slowly."

Winters took the major's words to heart, but he still had one more Inexplicable doubt: "Then Senior, since you have this special steel cone, why do you still use Silver Coin?"

"The money is so uncomfortable, why else?" Field, who hasn't spoken for a long time Suddenly speaking.

Major laughed heartily: "What do you think?"

"Uh...easy to carry?" This is the only reason Winters can think of, but using Silver Coin is still too extravagant, If he is reluctant.

"That's it." Moritz nodded approvingly: "If you think about it, it's common for you to carry a hundred Silver Coins when you go out, but it's very cumbersome to carry a hundred steel cones. And these steel The cones are all specially made. Once they are finished, the feel of the new 'arrows' will change greatly and they will be inaccurate. So I later found out that Silver Coin is better, even if it reaches the ends of the earth, I will not worry about it. No ammo."

"Fuck! Silver Coins weigh differently, do oathbreakers have the same weight as Seablue coins? I also know a lot of blackhearts going down from Silver Coins. Scrape off the shavings, and scrape off any Silver Coin you handle." Lieutenant Colonel Field apparently disagreed with Major Moritz's reasoning.

[The oath-breaker, the Emperor of the Holy Muluo Empire, Henry III]
The major still drowsily said: "It's not too much, and after practicing for a long time, it doesn't matter if the weight is a little different."

The lieutenant colonel was still debating with the major, and Winters had decided to find someone to make it a few hundred steel cones in one go when he had time. He didn't feel burdened with carrying a hundred steel cones with him.

After all, turning the flying arrow technique into a "coin-spraying" technique is still too much money for Winters.

Thanks to book friend 20181013204343295 for the recommendation ticket. grateful. [爆音术简单来说就是大号的扩音术，不算更high level 的应用]（感谢书友black 电脑配件指出剧情的BUG，我来Debug了）

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