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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 98 Migration_3

Winters had a strange feeling: perhaps the strength of a person was found in the very act of "striving to live."

As Winters's mind wandered, Little Lion came over.

Little Lion knocked on the carriage panel and asked with a smile, "How's your first day following us? Getting used to it?"

Winters came back to his senses, "Riding in a carriage is more relaxing than on horseback."

"Hard to get used to the food? I felt the same when I just got home," said Little Lion, patting his quiver and talking excitedly, "I'll go hunt you a couple of rabbits. Once your wounds are healed, we can have a real good time hunting with nets!"

"The rabbits can wait, I have something I want to ask you," Winters said, looking serious.

"We'll talk when I get back!" Little Lion laughed heartily and leapt onto the saddle, galloping away.

...

When Little Lion returned, he brought not only the rabbits but also another person, though with evident reluctance.