The gun barrel either needs a ready-made one, but there is no such thing on the Elf ship, and there is no such part on the ballista, or it needs enough metal.

Eski looked at the belly and back plate armor worn by the captain and the clan rats who were still patrolling.

"Ekeqi, give me all the armor and weapons in your Skull."

The tone of the white-haired engineer warlock was like giving an order, which made the black-haired captain jump immediately.

"What!?"

He pulled out his sword, but was grabbed by Mirza who was wearing metal gloves.

"The knife is good. Some rare metals are smelted in it."

The experienced Mirza could tell at a glance that these were not simple weapons that were simply smelted from iron ore.

And immediately realized that this stuff was very suitable for use as a gun barrel material.

"Is it possible that you still want to engage in hand-to-hand combat with pointy-eared things?"

Eski also walked up to Ikeqi, patted the tall Storm Rat's mouth, smiled sharply, and twisted his pink barbed tongue.

"Just you? I don't care how you capture this ship, but according to my judgment, it only takes ten pointy-eared things to kill you all."

The exposed skin around Aikeqi's mouth began to turn red, obviously he was angry.

Eski seemed to have a point. He really had never seen how the clan captured this ship. Thinking of this, he became even more angry.

"I need a gun barrel, hurry up. I don't know if I can make it yet."

The white-haired engineer warlock does not intend to continue talking nonsense with the Storm Rat. If the barrel cannot be manufactured as soon as possible, it may really hit the land.

If the navigation is really wrong, they still have about an hour.

Perhaps, what is needed is more than just something that can destroy the elves' sails.

Thinking of this, Esky began to measure the data of each part of the elf ship with his eyes.

Aikeqi raised his head and glanced at the sky. There were no stars at all. The evil moon Mosrib was blooming with its green brilliance. However, at this time, the white moon also came out.

If it were today...

"Where are you going to put this cannon?"

Captain Stormvermin spoke.

"On this stern deck, we don't know what angle we need to hit."

The white-haired engineering warlock stamped his feet and said.

After completing the eye measurement work, Esky found that the stern of the real ship really has the widest deck.

Other parts are occupied by the mast, which cannot achieve perfect results.

"First prepare a base, drill holes in the deck, and install it on the deck."

After saying that, the white-haired engineering warlock continued to give instructions to Captain Storm Rat.

"Go get me paper and pen, and take off your armor and weapons here. If the metal is not enough, get other metal products over here."

"I'm really reluctant to part with this fine oak deck."

Captain Storm Rat leaned down and stroked the black-painted deck, his tone filled with inexplicable sadness.

"Don't be sorry. When I fully grasp the wind of life, sooner or later I will use the seeds of the oak tree of the times to build a ship."

The engineering warlock said angrily, avoiding the black hair again.

"Then open."

The black-haired rat raised his face, beckoning the clan rats to board the stern deck, but was stopped by the white-haired engineering warlock who raised his hand.

"Don't let your clan rats take action, they work too rough."

The white-haired engineering warlock said that he had seen the quality of the products produced by the clan rats.

To be honest, he always thought that the clan rats were the cancer in the Skryre clan.

Since they do not have relevant knowledge about warpstone, if you give them a few normal warpstone boilers, if there are no engineering warlocks watching, they can blow them all up.

And the rough-working clan rats came to drill holes and install the base?

He really doubted whether the cannon that hadn't been built yet would fly out the moment it was fired.

"Then it depends on the two of us?"

Mirza was the first to be dissatisfied. He, an engineering warlock, actually wanted to do such a despicable job?

"I still have my clerk who can work."

Eski said, in the middle of the ship, there is another thing hanging there, guarded by the clan rats of the Scurvy clan.

Thinking of this, the white-haired engineer warlock quickly walked down the stairs, stepped over the simple push rods used to control the sails, and came to the middle of the ship.

"You're not dead yet. Come down and work quickly."

Walking to the middle of the ship, bright red blood fell on the deck. The white-haired engineer warlock looked up and saw the scribe whose back was starting to be replaced by purple parts.

The halberd stretched out and cut the rope connected to the iron hook. Mobrier, who was hanging on the iron hook hanging from the mast, immediately fell down and let the flesh and blood on his legs bloom.

Eski raised his hand and took out the iron hook from his back. The wounds on his back and the wounds on his legs began to heal quickly, turning into delicate purple skin, and the brown hair no longer existed.

The white-haired engineering warlock picked up the skin on the clerk's back, threw him onto the deck at the stern, and said softly.

"Give me a base. I don't care what you do, as long as this cannon can hit the pointy-eared thing."

Mirza looked at the staggered purple skin on the scribe's back and turned his head, not wanting to continue looking.

"How dare you continue to use it like this."

The brown-haired engineer warlock simply couldn't understand this. In his second sight, his whole body was filled with disgusting purple energy. It could be said that Mobrier's existence was an insult to the horned rat.

Although he thinks that his faith is not very pious, but... it is better to kill this thing.

"Pagan gods still have some effect on us. The greed and treachery of the horned rat will always exist in our hearts, so we will not be affected by them."

Eski said, and he squatted down and melted the armor with the scribe through the metal wind, and then covered the metal base on the deck.

"Really?"

In his second vision, Mirza stopped talking when he saw the dazzling green energy and the looming blue energy on the body of the white-haired rat.

After the base was fixed to the wooden board with rivets, the two rat men skillfully used the wind of magic to carve runes to further strengthen it.

"We need a barrel."

Eski said.

"You've already said it once, how to do it specifically? I haven't been able to get you a forging machine on site."

Mirza seemed a little impatient and moved a little away from Eski.

"I used... no, my mental loss was already very serious. My scribe came to use the wind of metal and the wind of fire to smelt and forge these metals into gun barrels in the air."

The white-haired engineer warlock raised his hand and flashed, and a ball of green flame appeared on his hand. This is the lighting spell commonly used by the rat people - ghost flame.

I casually placed it on the metal lamp panel.

He took the pen and paper that Captain Storm Rat ordered the Clan Rat to bring and started drawing directly below.

Thanks to the assistance of the wind in the sky, he can accurately draw a standard straight line of appropriate length on the drawing without the need for a ruler.

"Secretary, can you understand the drawing? The barrel of the gun is made like this, the cannon is mounted on the rear, and the connector is placed on the muzzle. The drawing is like this, and it is used to connect his dimensional stone boiler."

Thanks to the nervous reaction speed of the rat people, the drawing speed of the white rat engineer warlocks far exceeds those of the "hairless monsters" (humans) who do not yet have such a thing as engineering.

Quickly, the design of a sleeve barrel was presented on the drawing.

"The barrel diameter is 210 mm, 32 times the diameter... Forget it, you don't understand, it's this length, the thickness of the tube wall decreases, according to this ratio."

The white-haired engineering sorcerer explained in general, and drew diagrams from other perspectives on it.

The scribe nodded, and the control of the metal wind in his hand did not stop at all.

"This interface is used to introduce the energy of the dimensional boiler into the coil."

Esky pointed to the last part of the barrel. It was very different from the human artillery in the previous world.

Human artillery only has a design in this part that is easy to open and ensures that the energy of the gunpowder is not lost too much, but now this design is much more complicated.

He needs to ensure that the energy in the barrel is not lost, that the energy of the warpstone boiler installed outside can flow in, and that a device in front of the sealed device will not be damaged during the bombardment.

"No, don't use this thing, it's not enough."

Mirza objected.

"We install the boiler directly into the gun barrel to ensure that the propulsion energy is maximized."

His eyes were very serious, as if he had made some important decision.

"No, the force of the recoil is enough to damage the boiler. If you don't want to fire a shot and explode, you can't do this."

Didn’t it turn out that the cannon exploded as soon as it was fired? Mirza was suddenly stunned.

Then, with a suspicious look, he had never seen anything produced with drawings on site without problems.
To be continued...