Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 437 Got toenail fungus, one infection

In this world, even stargazing glasses can be polished, and measuring cylinders and measuring cups are standard equipment for bachelors. The technology for manufacturing thermometers is already sufficient.

So when Dany needed it, she made a very accurate mercury thermometer with only a few experiments with the glassmaker.

In fact, not long after taking Astapor, she "invented" the thermometer.

Because she knows the long night is coming, and she needs to know when it will come.

Arrange scholars to record the temperature for 24 hours a day, and draw 24 curves on the "x-axis time-Y-axis temperature" coordinate diagram, which can roughly calculate the temperature change trend.

If the data changes linearly, she can even "predict" the arrival of long nights in advance - when the lowest temperature is below freezing.

A perfect plan.

However, the temperature recording team has been established for two years, and the 24 curves fluctuate almost on a horizontal line: the temperature of Slave Bay has not changed much.

Of course, it is not completely ineffective. The minimum temperature has been decreasing in the past two months.

Just one thing, according to the current rate of temperature drop, it will be difficult to see snow in Slave Bay in the past two years.

Well, there has never been snow in Slaver's Bay for thousands of years.

As for "Longshidu".

The temperature is calibrated in "Celsius" because the scientist who first proposed the standard temperature was surnamed "Celsius".

Obviously, Dany doesn't need to use "Celsius" in this world, because explaining who "Celsius" is is going to kill her.

The calibration temperature is also very simple, the ice water mixed is zero degrees, and the boiled water is 100 degrees.

"BOOOM!"

About half an hour later, a second group of green flames rose, and this time it was the glass bottle that exploded, the half bottle of Wildfire placed on the red brick steps.

"28 degrees Celsius, no violent shaking, but exposure to direct sunlight."

The third jar that exploded was a shaking clay pot, half a bottle of wildfire, 30 degrees.

The fourth is a clay pot placed on the stone steps, half a bottle of wildfire, 39 degrees.

"Fortunately, the critical temperature is 39 degrees, and the highest temperature in the cellar is only 31 degrees." Master Wood breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, it's 39 degrees, which is very close to human body temperature. It doesn't explode when people are not in the cellar. But if the mage stays in it for a long time," Tyrion sneered.

"Are you stupid? Hang a thermometer on the wall and stop preparing wildfires when the temperature rises to 25 degrees; when the temperature approaches 30 degrees, all personnel evacuate the cellar. What danger can there be?" Dani said.

No danger, why don't you come and be the "Wildfire General" yourself?

MMP, General Wildfire, sounds terrifying, this is probably the most terrifying position in the history of the human kingdom, right?

Tyrion glanced at the dragon queen out of the corner of his eye, cursing himself.

So far, all that is left are full tanks of wildfire without oxygen contact: two clay pots and two glass bottles; one clay pot and one glass bottle are still shaking, and the remaining two are quietly placed on the red brick steps.

The glass bottle was exposed to direct sunlight, and the clay pot blocked the sunlight, but it never exploded.

"It's past noon, and now at 02:30 in the afternoon, it's almost the hottest time of the day. The outdoor temperature is 39 degrees, the indoor temperature is 30 degrees, and the ground is 45 degrees. The wildfire is still stable." Pogba cheered loudly.

"Ah, I finally found a perfect way to transport wildfire." The other fire mages were also very excited.

"It turns out that the effect of isolating the air is so good, wildfire can really be used on a large scale in the war with the Allies." Tyrion wondered.

"Isn't it a matter of course?" Dany looked calm, but her tone contained an obvious sense of superiority. "Wildfire is also a kind of fuel, and any fuel must have air to burn."

After finishing speaking, she stood up, clapped her hands, and said, "Even if the test is completed, let's go back to the city to celebrate—"

"BOOO-BOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

It was as if a Tomahawk cruise missile exploded in the ear, no, not one, but four exploded one after another in a very short period of time.

The factory building was 30 meters away from the nearest glass bottle, but the astonishing air waves not only blew the tiles on the roof flying, but also knocked everyone down several times.

The silk clothes on their bodies exploded in the shock wave.

Especially Tyrion, his legs and feet were deformed and weak, like a ball, rolling several times on the ground.

The black dragon T-shirt representing the third rank is torn, and the loose silk pants on the lower body are missing, revealing two disproportionately short legs.

Even Mormont, the strong man in full armor, tore his cloak, stepped back three steps, and supported old Aemon, whose gray robe was scattered.

It was the Dragon Queen, whose performance shocked everyone.

The violent air waves diverted from both sides of her body like river water encountering rocks.

Except for the flying hair, she, who was only wearing light leather armor and chain mail, remained motionless in the strong wind.

"This unscientific!"

Lying on top of a fire mage, Tyrion heard the Dragon Queen's angry, distraught cry.

He doesn't know what "science" is, so he just wants to curse at this moment: I want to resign, let the White Walker be this damn "Wildfire General"!

"There is no air, how can it burn? There is no magic, and there is obviously no violent fluctuation of magic power under the sun, why did it suddenly explode?"

The dragon queen's cry grew further and further away.

She quickly ran towards the center of the explosion.

In a strange green flame, there are still two fire mage brothers struggling in it!

Tyrion struggled to turn over, but there were people under him, someone on top of him, and people on both sides, so he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Consciousness gradually returned, nerves became sensitive again, and the sensation on the skin became clearer and clearer.

His squirming body froze suddenly.

—Little Tyrion was held in the hand!

There were only two women on the scene, the Dragon Queen and her mage apprentice, and the Queen ran away, so

It must be that black girl!

Tyrion turned his head expectantly, and in the next moment, a basin of ice water was poured over his heart, which made his body feel as uncomfortable as if it was covered with caterpillars.

He didn't see Laresa's black face with short hair. It was a vicissitudes face with closed eyes and deep crow's feet at the corners of the eyes.

Jon Clinton!

That's right, he has been standing with Clinton and little Aegon, and he is still far away from the black girl!

"Hey, ser, Ser Connington, wake up." Tyrion blushed, twisted his body vigorously, and finally broke free from the other's rough hand with a lot of effort.

Little Aegon, who was on top of Tyrion, heard the scream of the little devil, turned his head and saw that the back of Connington's head was bleeding profusely.

Looks like it hit a brick?

"Ser, father, Ser Connington, father," Aegon called out in panic.

"Well..." Clinton is a tough guy after all, and soon opened his eyes in a daze.

Suddenly, feeling the warmth of his right hand, the blankness in his eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by panic and anxiety.

"Pinch it, pinch it, ser, it's me," Tyrion screamed.

"Seven layers of hell!" Clinton yelled in horror, and immediately wrenched his right hand from the pile of limbs.

Sure enough, the buckskin gloves that he had been wearing all the time were gone.

"Oops, get up, I'm crushed to death." Tyrion's buttocks groaned from Pogba, the man with ribs.

"Oh," Little Aegon woke up with a start, and hurriedly got up, trying to help his adoptive father up first——

"Leave me alone," Clinton said as if avoiding the plague, his right hand quickly avoided the pull of his son.

Struggling to sit up, he found the fallen gloves not far away, staggered over, picked them up and put them on.

"Damn it! The clothes are all rotten." The little devil wailed while clutching his crotch.

He was still doing well, with only a few holes in his T-shirt, and a few pieces of fabric stuck to his body in his wide silk trousers, covering his shame.

Several of those fire mages in loose robes were naked, without a single piece of clothing.

The shock wave was too strong, except for Mormont in armor, Connington and Aegon in light leather armor, few clothes were complete.

"Seven gods, the wildfire explosion is so powerful?!" Aemon, who was dressed in rags, said in horror.

Fortunately, Jorah Mormont stood in front of him and helped resist most of the impact, otherwise the old man might not feel well.

Look at the roof where most of the tiles were blown off, look at the people turned on their backs, and look at the flames tens of meters away, which almost formed a sea of ​​miserable green, and even the shadow of the dragon girl could not be seen.

Tyrion shuddered, and hissed: "Four jars were fried together, one jar was full, at least 8 catties of wildfire, four were 32 catties, and they were exposed to the sun for so long

Damn!

I should have thought about it, in King's Landing, the alchemist kept warning me not to throw more than 10 catties of wildfire jars.

I loaded a small boat with [-] catties of wildfire, and at a distance of more than ten meters, I overturned the two warships of Stannis and ignited a river hundreds of meters wide. "

"Look, the flames are going out!" exclaimed little Aegon.

"The wildfire is endless and will never go out." Tyrion was a little uncertain. The green sea of ​​flames stretching tens of meters was really disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's the queen!" Archmage Wood suddenly yelled, "The queen entered the flames and is controlling the flames."

"Ah, the wildfire is so fierce, can it be controlled?"

The mages were shocked and couldn't help but went forward and took a few steps forward.

Originally, the wildfire burned a green flame four to five meters high, blocking everyone's sight; now, the wanton green flame is like a swimming pool with the valve open, and all rivers return to the sea, and flow into the Dragon Queen's right hand.

The flames gradually decreased, and everyone saw that the Dragon Queen looked calm and raised her right hand.

Just like Moses who divides the sea, wherever he goes, the strange green flame will automatically avoid it.

Strands of green fire were pulled away from the flames and merged into the green fireball the size of a basketball on her right hand.

"Come here, a few neatly dressed people, and dig out Archmage Tim and Archmage Duncan." Dany said.

Even the roof tens of meters away was blown off, and the adobe brick wall that functioned as a firewall naturally collapsed.

The two fire mages who hid behind the adobe wall and pulled the rope were crushed by the shattered adobe bricks, and even green wildfire splashed on their armor.

If Dany hadn't come soon, they would probably have been incinerated.

In fact, they were not burned to death, but were injured in the explosion and spit blood from their mouths.

Archmage Wood came over with his underpants in his hand, and said with awe-inspiring expression, "Your Majesty is so powerful that she can even control such crazy wildfires. I wonder if there is any trick?"

"Rescue people first, and I will hold a magic lecture in two days to teach you the truth of fire witchcraft." Dany said with a big boss.

"Your Majesty, can I learn?"

Tyrion heard it from afar, and was about to run over to inquire, but was held back by Connington.

"Wait a minute, let me see your dick!" he said seriously.

(End of this chapter)