Chapter 1002 Art Exchange (correct)
The king of the strange-faced clan gave the pork chop a different feeling than he had imagined before. No, it should be said that it was very different.
The mighty overlord? The vicissitudes of life of the old man? An astute wise man? It envisions a variety of scenarios.
When they actually met, Zhupa discovered that the king of the strange-faced tribe was a slow, fat man.
Compared with the skinny King of the Strange Face Clan that he fought against in Jiuzhai before, they are two extremes. The one in front of him has thick limbs.
Not yet muscular, but round and plump.
The belly is even more round and huge, swaying with its heavy steps. If it weren't for the fact that the king of the strange-faced clan was male through his voice, Pig Cho would have doubted whether this guy was about to give birth.
Noticing that Pork Chop was staring at his belly, the King of the Strange Face Tribe patted it and said in a rather proud tone: "There is a lot of food in the Coral Land, and I have eaten a lot during this period."
“Uh meow meow meow meow.”
Zhupa scratched his ears, "It's true, Meow. From the perspective of a chef Meow, there are too many things to eat on Lu Coral Terrace, Meow."
“Chef, chef?” The King of the Strange Face Tribe repeated the word.
●Pork Chop suddenly realized that the other party’s common language vocabulary might not be very rich.
It’s not surprising at all. Rather, it’s surprising enough that the King of the Strange Face Tribe can speak the language of the human society in the Old World.
“It’s the professional person responsible for making food, meow.”
“Specialized in making food?” The King of the Qimian Clan looked very interested, “Ji Ga told me that you were good at explosions, but it turns out you can also make food?”
“It’s meow!” Pork chop akimbo.
Although it is said to be capable of many things, such as combat, first aid, trap placement, reconnaissance and tracking, when it comes to what it is best at, it is still exploding bombs and cooking.
Hearing the affirmative answer, the King of the Strange Face Clan became more eager. He pulled the pork chop into the depths of the cave and asked the Strange Face Clan to bring various ingredients.
It hopes the pork chop can demonstrate "food-making skills."
Judging from human habits, it is quite offensive to ask someone to cook as soon as a guest comes to your door, but the Strange Face Clan does not have this concept.
Pork chop didn’t mind himself, so he picked some ingredients that were easier to handle and started cooking them by the campfire.
As for the ingredients he had never seen before, such as some kind of soft coral, a wilted black hat that would still glow, and for some reason it was a red swaying eel, he didn’t dare to touch it.
He roasted some meat and fish, made a thick soup with coral polyp eggs, plant roots and animal bones, and made egg puddings with eggs of unknown creatures and honey.
The exquisite delicacies he had never tasted made the King of the Strange Face Tribe dance excitedly.
But it didn’t eat too much, it just tasted a little of each food, and most of the remaining food was given to other strange-faced tribesmen.
Such a move made Zhupa realize that the king of the Qimian Clan who could command thousands of Qimian Clan in the New World certainly could not be a fat man who only knew how to eat.
“It’s very, very delicious. Thank you very much. You are a great cook.” The King of the Strange Face Tribe opened his arms wide and thanked him with some etiquette that Pork Chop didn’t understand.
Other strange-faced tribesmen also bowed.
Pork Chop scratched his ears shyly. Gordon and the others often praised him for his delicious cooking, but they would not be serious about it, which made him a little embarrassed.
“It’s actually not difficult, especially barbecue. If the heat and seasonings are right, the taste will be completely different. I can leave the recipe to you.”
The King of the Strange Face Tribe heard this and hugged Pig Chop happily, "Thank you. You are a true friend.
Do you have anything you want? "
Pork Chop then recalled the purpose of this trip, "I've heard that the Qimian tribe in the New World are good at using firearms, Meow. Can you let me see Meow?"
“Of course. To friends, no secret.”
The king of the Strange Face Tribe shouted a few times, and immediately several Strange Face Tribes ran over and brought some crude-looking firearms.
Pork Chop took a quick look and quickly guessed the general usage of several firearms, such as explosive shells for throwing, small artillery that can be pushed, etc.
But there are also things that have no obvious function, such as a long wooden tube.
The King of the Strange Face Tribe picked up a ball that looked like a bomb, "Humans are better at using firearms. Their firearms are very powerful. We can't compare with them."
Pork Chop nodded. No matter how clever the King of the Strange Faces is, he cannot create firearms that surpass humans in all aspects. This is the advantage of civilization.
But this does not mean that there is nothing worth learning from the Strange Face Tribe.
After all, these seemingly simple firearms were all developed by the King of the Strange Face Clan in countless harsh battles led by the Strange Face Clan.
“Can I ask you about the recipe for your explosives?”
This is the most curious thing about Pork Chop, and it is also the core key to explosives and firearms.
The ammunition is also fired from a ballista. The fire bombs made from fire herbs are of course two different concepts in terms of power, and the supernova refined from various precious materials such as fire dragon marrow and blaster dragon marrow.
"Yes, this." The King of the Strange Face Clan put down the explosive bomb and took out a piece of ore from somewhere on his body.
The ore is dark red in color and is mixed with many small shiny crystals.
“Explode and crystallize everywhere in the mountains further north. Grind and sift out the crystals, which is our explosive.”
Pork Chop nodded, which was pretty much what he thought.
The Strange Face Tribe cannot have a complete industrial system and alchemy technology. The most likely possibility is to use natural explosives.
In fact, even human hunters usually use natural explosives.
—Fireweed.
Indeed, higher quality gunpowder powder can be mixed by adding fire fruits, exploding dragon scales and the like in proportion.
But the most used one is always gunpowder.
Pork Chop loves explosions, and so does the King of Strange Faces. The two "people" soon started chatting warmly together.
Pork Chop tried the explosive crystal used by the Strange Face Tribe, and it was more powerful than he thought. It was almost equivalent to the hunters' lv2 gunpowder powder. What's even more rare is that the materials are easy to obtain and the preparation is easy.
With a bit of show-off mentality, Pig Chop took out the small barrel of explosives that he mixed himself.
It is filled with lv3 gunpowder powder
I ordered it in front of the King of the Strange Face Clan.
The flames of the explosion illuminated the face of the King of the Strange Face Tribe. While admiring, he personally picked up a long wooden tube and fired a cannonball with a "Bang!"
The cannonball, which was less than the size of a fist, flew dozens of meters and exploded into a small ball of fire on the rock wall.
The power of the bombardment can only be said to be average. To use a metaphor, it is about the same as the normal bullets fired by the hunter's ballista, and the accuracy is obviously not very good.
But Pork Chop noticed the more critical part.
The wooden barrel is open at both ends, which will undoubtedly reduce the power of the bombardment, but the advantage is that there is almost no recoil and it is very convenient to load.
Two odd-faced tribesmen cooperate with each other, one fires the cannon and the other reloads. Skilled odd-faced tribesmen warriors use this barrel, and the rate of fire can even exceed ten rounds per minute.
Then the Strange Face Tribe usually goes out in groups of dozens.
Thinking about the amount of firepower delivered, Pork Chop's scalp suddenly went numb.
At the same time, it was also aroused to have a sense of competition. It took out the Ansil and handed it to it, letting it use it as the supernova as its trump card.
Spark the detonator and launch it into the air.
“Boom—!”
A huge fireball like the sun illuminated the entire cave. Unprepared, several strange-faced tribesmen were blown out by the spreading blast wind.
This time it was the King of the Strange Faces' turn to be aroused to be competitive.
It waved its fat arm, and several strange-faced tribesmen immediately ran over and brought in several huge thick clay pots.
"This is a kettle bomb. The bravest warrior will hold it, rush under the monster, and light the fuse!"
Pork chop: "?"
This doesn’t sound right, meow.
(End of this chapter)