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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 83 Uneven Combined Military Forces_2

It wasn't the type of blanket commonly seen in Herder homes, with fur and hide intact, but a blanket woven from wool.

The woolen blanket slowly unfurled in the center of the felt tent, as long and wide as a man, with a map embroidered with golden thread on top.

A map—this was no trifling matter.

Nowadays, with the tribal territories limited, maps were memorized mentally; there was no need to transcribe them.

And the large maps from the era of Khan Queye had always been treasured by the tribal chieftains, hidden away as precious secrets not to be shared with outsiders.

"Open the roof hole!" Grey Eyes ordered the guard outside the tent.

The leather covering the tent was removed, and sunlight poured into the felt tent, illuminating the map.

The chieftains gathered around the map, being very careful not to step on it.

"Isn't this Gālán Lake?" a chieftain squinted and asked, pointing to a corner of the map.