Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

When Trump came to the door of the palace, an expression called "embarrassment" appeared on his ugly face, and he whispered:

"Master, I'm here."

"come in."

The palace door slowly opened.

The ogre magician walked in slowly. He bowed his fat body and waited nervously for the order. Big drops of sweat flowed from his forehead.

Those mages who worked under Trump and suffered endlessly from being ridiculed and reviled over and over again would never have thought that their leader would have such an embarrassing moment. This was simply unimaginable to them.

"Trump, you should also notice that something is wrong with my recent state."

"Master, this."

Rumple secretly raised his head and found that there was no such destructive light in Cassius's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But soon, he realized another important thing.

The ogre quickly knelt in front of the red dragon, like a moving mountain of meat.

"Master, you... you are finally back."

"As your loyal family member, I did not remind you in time. This is really a big mistake. It is my sin! Please punish me -"

There was a cry in his tone, almost choking, and his ugly face was twisted into a ball, making the red dragon barely able to see it.

Cassius was also a bit dumbfounded by this shrewd ogre magician.

"That's enough. I summoned you here, not to let you cry here."

Cassius interrupted helplessly.

Rumple immediately put away his awkward face, took out his handkerchief to wipe the tears on his face, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, and waited quietly by the side - like any sensible and capable senior mage.

However, Cassius still trusted this close relative.

The red dragon ordered:

"I believe you have also seen that kind of violent and destructive state, just like the 'Dragon Madness' in the records. In fact, I have been influenced by a certain demon lord, and I need you to use the power of the whole country , to find ways to maintain sanity and isolate the will of the abyss, at all costs."

"Yes, Master."

Lang Pi lowered his head and answered solemnly.

Cassius continued: "By the way, there is one more thing."

"I need you to create a strong and durable magic equipment that can detect when I enter a violent state similar to 'Dragon Madness', and promptly remind me to get out of the violent state in time."

"As for the detection standard, let's judge it based on the chaotic parameters of the surrounding magic network."

Lang Pi had already taken out a small transparent notebook and began to record it one by one.

The ogre magician pushed up his gold-framed glasses and said respectfully: "Master, technically speaking, it is not difficult to build equipment that can detect magic nets."

He paused slightly.

"But the key is how to make it difficult to destroy during your battle and send out a signal that is enough to wake you up."

"But I will do my best and I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Cassius nodded slightly.

At the red dragon's signal, Trump turned and left.

Although there were not many tasks he received this time, the difficulty was not small. The Ministry of Magic in the Kingdom of Burning Ember was very busy. Those human mages with thick dark circles under their eyes and thin hair had to fight for better spells and more. With more gold coins and a higher status, he began to work overtime every day.

Beifeng Castle, on the outskirts of the city.

Hundreds of people were attracted by the huge momentum, gathered together to watch, and talked a lot.

"What is this?"

"Is it a cow made of steel?"

"These people in the Ordnance Department are really good at wasting materials. They even spread the best steel on the ground. Gee, this is enough to make many good swords."

"What a joke. What use can this thing have?"

Surrounded by tiefling guards, a man with rosacea and dragon scales on his face was striding proudly.

The onlookers hid away knowingly, for fear of offending the dragon-blooded nobleman.

"Where does this big shot come from? Look at the dragon scales on his face, it's so enviable."

"This is the Gilmore."

"That craftsman noble?"

"What a lucky man."

Whispers came from the crowd.

This nobleman is the so-called "craftsman representative" Guillermo Sparrow. He was originally an ordinary blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, but because he discovered the flaws in the rifle production line and improved them, he became a dragon-blooded nobleman.

His story was widely publicized as the classic "Dream of the Ember Kingdom", making many people in Beifeng Castle envious and looking forward to one day becoming a noble through hard work.

Seeing the arrival of the viscount, the busy people immediately gathered around.

"Lord Viscount, this section of track has been laid."

"Everyone who stood in the way was driven away."

"The coal and water in the steam locomotive are all ready. Just waiting for your order, the experiment can begin immediately."

The manager in charge of the project pushed through the crowd, walked up to the man, and said flatteringly.

Gilmore was suddenly very happy. He drank the soju in his hand and rubbed his hands with his face flushed.

"Everyone has worked hard for so many days, and it's time for some results."

"let's start."

"Yes, sir!"

The manager immediately stood at attention and even saluted.

With the whistle blowing and the busy workers, this huge "iron bull" finally started to operate.

In the magic steam boiler, the complex magic array released hot flames, and the combustion process boiled the water into steam, which was then transported to the cylinder through the pipeline.

During the time when the magic force field valve controlled the steam to reach the cylinder, the steam entered the slide valve chamber through the main steam valve and the throttle valve, and entered the left or right side of the cylinder alternately under the control of the slide valve, pushing the movement of the magic piston.

"Clang clang clang."

The piston moved violently, driving the "limbs" made of steel, and the wheels underneath gradually turned, and finally made this heavy "iron bull" move.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly made a sensation, but there were also strange sounds.

"It's moving!"

"It's actually moving!"

"This 'iron bull' can really run"

"But it's so slow, I might as well go ride a horse."

"Yeah, John's donkey cart next door is faster than this."

The steam locomotive is still running, the cooled steam is introduced into the condenser through the pipe, and then condensed into water again through the cooling array. This process is repeated when the steam engine is moving.

"Woo--"

Accompanied by a long whistle, the exhaust gas produced by coal combustion is discharged from the top pipe, and the gray-black smoke fills the air, like the heavy breathing of this huge machine.

"Great, it's a success!"

"Finally achieved the above target!"

"It really reached the end!"

When the steam locomotive reached the end, all the workers, managers and Viscount Gilmore cheered.

Gilmore looked around at the people who were talking about it, and thought with some disdain: "How can these fools understand your majesty's great blueprint." "Originally, to move something of this weight, at least a high-level spell of three rings or above was needed, but now it only requires a few simple and crude magic circles of the lowest level, as well as some coal and water, not to mention that this is far from its limit." "When the railway is laid in the future, it will only take one day for your majesty's army to be dispatched to any place in the kingdom, and the same goes for the food and goods."