The First Week Ended With Hope At The Wasteland
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Su Mo uncovered the small hole and the smell that was contained within drifted out without control. Su Mo managed to determine its composition almost immediately.
It's gunpowder!
Or to be more accurate – black gunpowder!
Carefully, he poured the black particles out from the wooden stick onto the table. The pungent smell of sulfur filled the place.
"Do the Kobolds need black gunpowder to release the so-called fireball technique?"
Su Mo was surprised to learn of this news.
The Kobold Mage had waved his wooden stick before unleashing his fireball technique at Shelter Number Two.
At that time, So Mo had thought it was a magic spell or the attribute of his wooden stick.
He never imagined that the Kobolds would use science to produce a fireball.
"So… the Kobolds are actually looking for black gunpowder?"
Oreo heard Su Mo muttering to himself. It gave Su Mo a quick nod to acknowledge that his theory was correct.