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Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Is Magic really just a wish machine? No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics. This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic. But what of it? Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature. Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician. But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws. The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason! The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together. Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic. The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Yin Zidian · Fantasy
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711 Chs

Chapter 45 Two Choices_2

Brother Reed stood on the hillside with his hands on his hips, admiring the river as he praised, "Look at the Azure Dragon on the left, the White Tiger on the right, and the Jade Belt Water in front of the gate; this place is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land! However, this old man has no descendants, so pondering on these is useless, hahaha!"

Winters didn't understand the old man's ramblings, and he wandered through the caravan shouting, "The riverside camp is just ahead! We are almost there! Wine, meat, bread, warm blankets, we have it all! Hold on!"

As Winters was trying to rally everyone's spirits, a gunshot sounded in the distance.

The gunshot echoed through the valleys, and Pierre came running down from the hill behind them, waving a signal flag and yelling hoarsely.

Winters couldn't make out what Pierre was shouting, but he didn't need to hear it to know.

"The Herders are coming!" Winters bellowed, "Pick up the pace! Centuries, assemble!"