I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 166: Cannonball? You call this a cannonball?

Thanks to a certain uncle who loves to show off, Ivan’s subconscious spell +1.

That's right, if someone looked at Todd intently, with his intelligence, he would never be able to learn this three-ring arcane spell.

But fortunately, this guy was more interested in the rare steel pipe.

Todd's expression of boasting gradually turned into surprise, loss and self-doubt as Ivan enchanted the [Fireball] on the stones he picked up one after another.

But Ivan's next move almost made Todd laugh out loud again.

“Ivan, why did you put the enchanted stone into the iron shell?

Do you intend to have someone open the shell every time you stimulate it?

I’ve heard of peeling potatoes, but I’ve never heard of peeling fireballs…”

Ivan opened the tail end of the mortar barrel. The inner wall was coated with a layer of refined gold - a human had taken some from Frey Star Song - revealing a steel needle reserved at the tail end.

"Philosir brand spell activator, made by the Moon Elves, durable..."

He pulled open the shell again. The shell was made of a layer of hard rare steel. Unlike the barrel, the shell did not use expensive materials such as refined gold except for the propellant at the rear end that was used to increase the range.

Ivan reached in and pulled out the small ropes from the shell and fixed the enchanted stone to the shell.

"An Alvin brand spell activator, a knock-off made from scraps of cloth, disposable."

Pointing at the small ropes, he continued to stuff more enchanted gravel into the part where Carrot Head was.

Todd was so shocked again that he didn't even notice that the pipe in his mouth had gone out.

"My goodness, where did you get so much magic metal...

Also, although you have at least twenty fireballs in it, if you want to kill a half-dragon with this thing, unless all twenty fireballs hit one half-dragon..."

“What if we add these?”

After packing the rubble, Alvin picked up a cloth bag from the side and poured the gold-plated fragments inside into the shell.

"Come on, Uncle Todd, let's go test the power!"

He grabbed Todd, who was already stunned, and walked out of the base.

……

After formulating a response strategy, Boll's administrative efficiency was still very high - to be precise, with the help of Philohill.

The druids with higher combat power were replaced from their respective positions by the newly promoted orcs and moon elves, forming a combat team of more than 40 people and marching towards the Frost Giant Settlement.

The basic affairs of the base itself were handed over to Alia and Senna who stayed behind - even though these two girls were promoted to the middle level, they were not very good at fighting.

In less than two natural hours, the combat team arrived at the frost giant living area on the north side of the Haze Forest.

Because most druids have participated in the construction of the Frost Giants, they are not surprised by these towering walls.

Instead, several orcs who had just become druids were shocked by the strange sight before them.

Dragging their baggage carts, they entered this small fortress-like fortress. The druids were quickly arranged to stay in vacant accommodations by Alduin who came with them, and moved into ridiculously large rooms.

Only two pig-headed faces were left there.

Ivan, who was enthusiastically testing a mortar, and Todd, who was cheering beside him without stopping, were severely taught a lesson by the middle-aged bald man who came over.

Xiling, who was originally planning to beg for mercy, punched each of them twice after seeing the devastated open space, giving the two druids who did not cherish the forest land a pair of glares.

The two brothers were carrying assembled mortars and ammunition boxes to the north wall one by one.

More than twenty assembled mortars were installed at various nodes of the city wall. Since most of the frost giants' living areas were on the frozen plains, these twenty mortars were needed to defend three sections of the city wall.

Looking at these gadgets that ordinary humans could easily lift, Alduin couldn't help but become extremely suspicious of Ivan.

"What's inside this little thing that can kill a half-dragon?"

He whispered to the old skeleton Rillifane beside him.

"Fireball... or fireball... this kid stuffed it full of fireballs!

What a lavish human boy, he actually used rare steel to make this kind of dwarf toy—

Oh! There is pure gold in here?"

"Dwarves play... Do dwarves have cannonballs?"

"Yes, the thing that emits black smoke when it hits the ground is even weaker than the first-level [Burning Hand]...

Boy, let's make a deal. Give me some refined gold, just the size of your fist."

As he spoke, a certain frost giant ancestor who had shrunk his own body muttered a spell;

Then he stretched out his fist, which had returned to its original shape and was half the size of Alvin, in front of the human.

"What the hell are you thinking!

Even if you melt all the refined gold over there, it probably won’t be half the size of your fist…”

"Oh? Half is fine..."

"Go cool down!

If you have nothing to do, help carry the ammunition boxes up from below."

Before he could finish his words, a large frost giant slid down the city wall, grabbed a handful of ammunition boxes and scurried up again.

[You are a demigod, can you be more steady...]

Wengsais, who was inside the collar, was shaken hard. He tried to calm the fluctuations in his soul while complaining a few words.

“You don’t understand, old man.

I have lived for 30,000 years, and I have never seen such a luxurious guy, using refined gold and rare steel to make consumable weapons...

If I don't intercept some of it in advance, I guess this guy will use all the magic metal to make those useless things!"

[…Maybe those miniature dwarven cannons of Ivan can really kill the half-dragons…]

"Tsk... just these junks... the barrels are so small, and the shells can't even reach my fingers...

If I can kill the half-dragon, I will eat it upside down—

Here! A total of one hundred boxes, all here... Where is the refined gold?"

Alvin looked at the anxious frost giant and his forehead was full of black lines.

"Alduin, when did I tell you that I would give you the adamantium after you moved the ammunition?"

"..."

……

While there was still time, Alvin gathered the druids who were about to make a fire and cook, and carefully explained how to operate these Blue Star weapons.

As for the mortar, the main difficulty in using it is aiming, but firing it is not that difficult.

"Yes! By adjusting the angle of the barrel, the shells can be fired at different distances...

The shot Todd and I tested earlier went over 800 yards, and we should be able to get it farther if we adjust the angle."

"What happens after the adjustment?"

"After that? Then just put the shell into the barrel...

Eh?

Lian, where did you get the shells?

Wait a minute!"

A short, curious kid imitated Ivan's actions and struggled to put the shell into the barrel of the gun which was taller than himself.

A deafening explosion sounded from the adamantium-plated gun barrel.