McGonagall looked at the white face, and the attitude of apologizing was very sincere, and the meaning of listening to him should also be triple-protected. The dose was the same as usual, but he lost a little inside...Warcraft Crystal Powder?

This level of explosion, there is not enough equivalent of explosives can not be caused at all, from the large pit collapsed in the middle of the blacksmith shop, the ink white at least under five meters underground experiment.

This depth can also cause such damage. The power of the explosion can be imagined. It is obviously impossible to make the explosives of the white and white, so the point of the Warcraft crystal powder that he added to the inside is absolutely crucial. Important role.

"Even if this is the case, I hope that you will be able to avoid blasting tests directly at home in the future. I am responsible for the safety of Amy and the guests." McGonagall looked at the white and nodded slightly, he could accept the reason for the white, but It is absolutely impossible to accept that he will continue to do experiments with him that he has no way to control and predict the consequences.

"Well, out of this situation today, I don't dare to do it at home. It would be bad if I scared the little boss." Mobai nodded a little embarrassedly, and the pickpocket was a little excited: "But Mai boss, I seem to have found a way to increase that energy, add a certain amount of Warcraft crystal nucleus powder inside, the power is hundreds of times higher, if the amount is enough, is it possible to pose a threat to the dragon Already?"

After getting the promise of ink white, McGonagall's expression has become a lot better. As long as he doesn't do things at home, he doesn't care about how to engage McGonagall.

Moreover, he is also very interested in this method of straightening the power of explosives. After all, the world is so dangerous that it is impossible to get Italian guns from the system. It may be self-reliant and get some self-defense hot weapons.

At the entrance of the restaurant, there are two Italian artillery towns. I think it is inexplicable.

Can be in the different worlds where black gunpowder does not appear to make explosives more powerful than tnt. This kind of leap, Meg can not help but admire some white, can it be said that this is the legendary blasting ghost?

"If the number is sufficient, and the energy can be compressed and superimposed, it should be hopeful to kill a dragon." McGonagall nodded and sank for a while, and said: "But if the target is a dragon, it is relative to the amount The increase, I would recommend relying on compression to increase the density, and then use some kind of thing to launch it, let the explosion happen to the dragon."

"What can launch them?" The white eyes suddenly lit up, watching Meg's expectation and nervousness, which is exactly what he has been bothering and trying to solve.

"Cannon." McGonagall decided.

"Cannon?" Ink white looks puzzled.

"Yes, it’s a cannon, something that can send that thing to the dragon is around." McGonagall nodded.

"Warning! Host, your behavior is very dangerous! It is very likely to accelerate the progress of the Nolan continent, leading to abnormal development of the world!" The system sounded serious.

"System, black powder medicine was invented in the Tang Dynasty, although it was used in the war afterwards, but it has been completely replaced by the bow and arrow. It is a thousand years later, change the world's big hat, you should not buckle on my head, I can Can't afford it." McGonagall said, "And the gunpowder in this world is not invented by me. People start to tnt directly. This kind of ghost, I can only hope to sigh."

The system is in silence.

"Is there really such a thing? What is this gun?" Ink White couldn't help but step forward. Looking at Meg, he was a little excited. Meg's words were poked in his heart.

"Cannon, you can think of him as a projection device, but this thing is still only in my idea, whether it can be used in practice is still uncertain." McGonagall smiled and shook his head.

"You can talk to me about the wheat boss? I really need this kind of thing very urgently. If it can be used, I can pay you a fee." Bai Bai looked at McGonagall.

"I don't need money, but there are always some messy guys who come to the restaurant to find trouble. If the white boss can really make a baby who can kill the dragon, if you can put it at the door of the restaurant, shock the younger generation." McGonagall smiled and waved.

"If you can really make it, of course there is no problem." Ink white stunned and nodded.

"My thinking may not be very mature, but you may refer to it, the advanced restaurant will sit." McGonagall nodded and turned to the restaurant.

"I...just now, I have let them come over to repair the house. The body is so dirty, the restaurant will be open for a while, but can't delay the wheat boss to do business." White looked down and looked at himself full of dust. The clothes and the dark hands shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, come in. After a while, the waiter will clean up before going to work. Some things I have to show you can see you." McGonagall pushed the door directly and said nothing.

Ink white hesitated, or followed the door to enter the restaurant.

"Clean your hands and face first." McGonagall walked out of the kitchen with a pot of water on his desk.

"Thank you." In the eyes of McGonagall, although McGonagall had been suppressing anger, now he feels respect.

McGonagall turned into black water, took a glass of water and put it in front of the white, then put the paper and pen in the hand on the table, and opened the chair to sit down. He smiled and said: "Drink Point water, what I said may be a bit complicated, you can just listen to it, but it is too early to make an artillery before you control the stability of the explosive."

"Dynamite?" Ink white sat down, took a sip of water, and looked at McGonagall.

McGregor returned to the world. There is no such thing as explosives in the world. He smiled and asked: "Why are you going to call the explosive thing you made today?"

"If you say this, it seems that it is also called explosives." Ink thought seriously and nodded.

"Well, then we will call it explosives for the time being, and the so-called artillery is the process of using gunpowder to burn a huge thrust in a confined space, then pushing the compressed explosive to get kinetic energy, throwing out the barrel and finally exploding." The Giti pen brushed a few times on the paper, pointed to a barrel between the two circles, and seriously said: "Look, it is probably like this."