Chapter 461 The Empire’s Request for Help Wants a Magic Tank

The next day, Imrik, who came to the outside of the palace, listened to Creon's report with great satisfaction.

After a night of emergency study, they finally understood some of the rules, but at the cost of some bruises and scars on their bodies.

"What do you plan to ask them to do? They are always waiting next to the palace, which may have some impact." Creon reminded the prince that this place symbolizes the majesty of Caledor's royal family and is by no means a place where one can mess around.

"Throw them to the training base in the north, get them equipment and send them to the battlefield of Naggaroth. If you survive, you can become Caledor's soldiers. Otherwise, they are just a bunch of idiots wasting food."

"clear."

Humming a little tune, Imric picked up the watering kettle and began to water the carefully planted dragon's breath grass. The prerequisite for maintaining good physical and mental health is to have something to do, otherwise he will become like Malekith, spending all day long. Stay in the Black Tower and watch Ulthuan being raped.

Creon feels that the current state of the prince is not bad. Although he would rather go to the battlefield of Naggaroth, the safety of his wife requires great attention and he can only stay by his side day and night.

A messenger came to the palace on horseback. After seeing the prince watering the flowers, he did not follow the procedure to inform the guards first. He got off his horse and walked up to him. After saluting, he said,

"Prince."

Imric raised the kettle level, turned to look at the messenger,

"Aqil, why are you looking for me specifically?"

"The imperial envoy wants to see you, saying that he wants to further cooperate with Caledo in the military field."

These words made Imrik rub his chin. During this period, Caledor had been in the honeymoon period with the Empire. The Empire exported mechanical engineering technology in exchange for high-quality military equipment, and also actively sought Caledor's assistance in magic.

Although this matter will cause some criticism from the dwarves, under Thor Green's control, the three parties are still in a good diplomatic environment.

What does Magnus want? Imrik was a little curious about this matter. It was impossible to give him high-tech technology and items, and he didn't need to find wholesale equipment.

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, take them to the pavilion outside the palace. Remember not to let them send any more useless decorations. They are here to discuss cooperation, not to give gifts."

"yes."

The time came to almost two o'clock, and Imrik, who was leaning on the chair, felt that the time was almost up. He said hello to Adira, picked up the fire cloud pattern robe hanging on the hanger, and walked towards the predetermined location.

The person in charge of discussing cooperation matters was Walton Otis. When he saw the Dragon Prince approaching, he immediately stood up from the pavilion and said,

"Thank you for agreeing to this so quickly, it makes the Empire feel warm from its allies."

Imrik signaled that there was no need to be polite and asked someone to pour the drinks first.

"It's just a little bit of speed. Sit down first."

Walton sat down on half the chair. After receiving the wine, in order to create some distance, he mentioned what happened yesterday.

"Before discussing cooperation, I am very grateful to Prince Long for his help yesterday. If you hadn't happened to pass by, I might have had to find a bank to buy the lapis lazuli."

Waving his hand to indicate that it was nothing, and not asking how he found out, Imric decided to go straight to the point.

"You didn't send me a plan. What exactly are you talking about? If it's something Caledo can export, I will definitely agree."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Walton's face, and his originally catering smile stopped, but he immediately regained his composure.

When discussing cooperation with Prince Long, as long as the conditions are right, there is no need to speculate too much about each other's bottom line.

"The Conqueror, this tank with the same name as the armor you wore during the Great Holy War, has been mostly damaged and cannot be used after the Battle of Kislev."

"Nunn's engineers tried their best to study the drawings left by Leonardo. After more than ten years of work, they were still unable to do anything with this glorious tank. The Conqueror's steam power system was severely overloaded during the Great Holy War. Even though It took a long time to repair it, but it still lost some of its power.”

"What do you want Caledor to do for the empire?" Imric didn't care about the envoy's misfortune. Since he encountered a problem, the most effective way was to find a way to solve the problem rather than begging others for charity.

"Please forgive my cumbersome words, but I just want to tell you the situation of the Conqueror. After it was difficult to provide sufficient power, Nunn's engineers had only two options. The first was to reduce the thickness of the outer armor to maintain possession. Sufficient mobility; the second step is to replace the artillery with smaller caliber ones to reduce weight." Walton took out a letter with the gryphon fire paint logo from the cowhide bag and handed it to Imri with both hands. gram.

"This is an urgent letter from His Majesty Magnus. I only received it last night."

After taking the envelope, Imrik tore it open and read the urgent letter handwritten by Magnus word by word.

After reading it, I can only say that this old boy has a really good idea. He bluntly said that he wanted to use rune magic to give the tank a major upgrade.

Originally, the empire should be looking for dwarves for this matter, but the rune blacksmith, as the most stubborn bearded man in the Mountain Kingdom, was skeptical about carving runes for his own cannons, let alone for humans.

After finding that he had hit a wall with the dwarves, Magnus immediately thought of Caledor. During the Great Holy War, the rune spells provided by the Vaal priests to provide shields to the warriors made him very greedy. Combining the information obtained from the exchanges between the two parties over the years, He believes that Caledo can definitely give the tank a good upgrade.

"Your emperor is really unique..." Imric put the paper into the envelope. When it finally came to the remuneration, Magnus believed that this matter should not be rushed and the remuneration would need to be determined based on the final results.

The implication is that you owe it first.

"What's your decision?" Walton looked at Imric carefully, trying to detect some clues. The Dragon Prince had a close relationship with the Savior. This was something everyone in the empire knew.

And this is why Nun engineers are willing to hand over the tank, a national weapon, to Caledor.

Imrik rubbed his fingers and thought for a moment. Tanks were of little use to Caledor, but if he wanted to maintain the combat effectiveness of the gradually increasing number of humans in the future, he might also be able to learn from the masterpieces of Leonardo da Vinci in the Middle Ages. .

But thinking about the structure of the tank, I couldn't help but frown. If we really wanted to enchant it, it would be a big project.

"I already know Magnus's thoughts. In principle, I don't mind providing magical support to the empire."

The envoy's face showed joy. As long as the Dragon Prince spoke, half of the matter would have been solved.

"But in terms of implementation, it's not that simple."

"what do you mean?"

Imrik, who was not going to beat around the bush, made his words clear.

"You also know that even in Caledor, there are differences in the equipment of each army. Part of it is due to the characteristics of the arms, and the other part is due to productivity limitations. If you just want to reduce the weight of the Conqueror, I only need to let A Vaal priest goes to Nuln and can solve it in three days."

"But this is obviously a waste of my time. Since it is something that passes through my hands, it must be the best and strongest."

The envoy immediately responded, "Of course, this is a matter of course. Everyone knows that the things flowing out of Caledor are the best in the world."

Imrik was quite satisfied with this remark. He took out a paper and pen from his pocket and began to plan how to modify the Conqueror tank.

"I think the caliber of tank artillery is not enough. It needs to be doubled at least. In order to prevent the people next to the target from being killed after the hit, it should also be equipped with a double gun. The accuracy is not enough. To make up for the firepower, it is not just solid projectiles. You have to get the bullets too.”

"But wouldn't this cause excessive recoil and the car body roll over, and even the personnel inside be shocked to death? And the weight of the ammunition..." The special envoy with a background as a technocrat planned to use his professional knowledge to refute Imrik's idea, but he only saw a pair of A vicious look.

I could only swallow and explain, "I'm just giving you a little advice. If you think it's useless, please plan according to your own ideas."

That's right. Why does a layman talk so much nonsense? More is good, big is beautiful, billions of turrets, billions of glory.

Imrik, who was interrupted by the envoy's words, thought for a while and continued,

"There are also secondary guns. Your muskets are so boring. In order to deal with the Ratmen, Caledor specially designed a flamethrower to fight large groups of enemies at close range. It can be converted into a vehicle-mounted one after modification."

"The head of the tank must be pointed, so that it can hit people hard. However, human manufacturing technology makes me very worried. It may have to stop if it hits a piece of iron."

This is our fault, I'm so sorry. Walton complained in his heart, when it comes to steel processing technology, besides dwarves, who else can compare with Caledo.

Suddenly, Imric made an important decision. Since he wanted to play, he should play the big one.

"Well, I have the manufacturing technology of dragon blades. Although it must have been improved for the empire, I guarantee that even if it hits the city wall, it will immediately make a hole."

But how to solve the power source? Speed ​​is the guarantee of impact power. Isn't this a living coffin? Walton immediately wanted to give his opinion, but seeing that the Dragon Prince seemed addicted to the small world and couldn't extricate himself, he could only choose to shut up.

But who knew, Imrik actually stopped, stroking his chin and thinking, and then asked the envoy, "Do you have any other tanks that need to be modified? I think there are too many upgrade options for this thing, and one tank is not enough to play with." ." (End of chapter)