Chapter 437
In this world, even stargazing mirrors can be polished, measuring cylinders and measuring cups are standard equipment for Maester, and the technology for making thermometers has long been enough.
So when Dany needed it, she made a very accurate mercury thermometer with only a few trials by glass craftsmen.
In fact, she "invented" the thermometer shortly after taking Astapor.
Because she knows Long Night nears, she needs to know when Long Night is coming.
Schools are arranged to record the temperature for 24 hours a day, and make 24 curves on the "x-axis time - Y-axis temperature" coordinate graph, which can roughly calculate the temperature change trend.
If the data is linear, she can even "predict" Long Night in advance - when the minimum temperature is below zero.
A perfect plan.
The Naihe Temperature Recording Team has been in existence for two years, and the 24 curves oscillate almost above and below a horizontal line: the temperature at Slaver's Bay has not changed much.
Of course, it's not completely no effect. In the past two months, the minimum temperature has been decreasing.
Only one point, at the current rate of temperature drop, it will be difficult to see snow in Slaver's Bay for the next two years.
Well, Slaver's Bay has never snowed for thousands of years.
As for "Draco".
The temperature is calibrated in "Celsius" because the first scientist who proposed a standard temperature was named "Celsius".
Obviously, Dany doesn't need to use "Celsius" in this world, otherwise just explaining who "Celsius" is will make her annoyed.
The calibration temperature is also very simple, the ice water mix is zero degrees, and the boiling water is 100 degrees.
"BOOOM!"
About half an hour later, a second group of green flames rose. This time the explosion was a glass bottle, and half a bottle of Wildfire's was placed on the red brick steps. That share.
"28 degrees Celsius, no violent shaking, but direct sunlight."
The third jar that exploded was a shaking clay pot, half a bottle of Wildfire, 30 degrees.
The fourth is a clay pot on the stone steps, half a bottle of Wildfire, 39 degrees.
"Fortunately, the critical temperature is 39 degrees, and the highest temperature in the cellar is only 31 Draco." Wood Mage sighed in relief.
"Hehe, 39 degrees, very close to human body temperature, it doesn't explode when you're not in the cellar. But if Mage stays in it for a long time..." Tyrion sneered.
"Are you stupid? Hang a thermometer on the wall and stop preparing Wildfire when the temperature rises to 25 degrees; when the temperature is close to 30 degrees, the whole crew is evacuated from the cellar. What danger can there be? ?" Dany said.
It's not dangerous, why don't you oneself be the "Wildfire General"?
motherfucker, Wildfire General, sounds like terrifying. This is probably the most terrifying position in the history of the human kingdom, right?
Tyrion glanced at the Dragon Queen out of the corner of his eye, scornful.
At this point, all that's left are full jars of Wildfire without oxygen contact: two clay pots, two glass bottles; one clay pot and one glass bottle are still shaking, and the remaining two are quietly swinging Place it on the red brick steps.
The glass bottle was exposed to direct sunlight and the clay pot blocked the sunlight, but it never exploded.
"It's past noon, it's almost 2:30 in the afternoon, it's almost the hottest time of the day. The outside temperature is 39 Draco, the indoor temperature is 30 degrees, the ground is 45 degrees, and the Wildfire is still stable." Pogba cheered loudly.
"Ah, finally found the perfect way to transport Wildfire." The other Firemage was also excited.
"It turns out that the effect of isolating the air is so good that Wildfire can really be used on a large scale in the war with the Allies." Tyrion was surprised.
"Isn't this as it should be by rights?" Dany looked indifferent, but his tone had a clear sense of superiority, "Wildfire is also a kind of fuel, and any fuel must have air to burn."
After she finished speaking, she stood up, clapped her hands, and said, "Even if the test is completed, we will go back to the city to celebrate—"
"BOOO-BOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
It was like a Tomahawk cruise missile exploding in my ear... No, not one, but four in a very short period of time.
The factory building was 30 meters away from the nearest glass bottle, but the amazing air waves not only blew the tiles on the roof into a crash-bang, but also knocked everyone over several somersaults.
The silk clothes on them all exploded in the shock wave.
Especially Tyrion, his legs and feet are deformed and weak, like a ball, rolling on the ground several times.
The Black Dragon T-shirts representing the third grade are in tatters, and the loose silk pants are missing, revealing two disproportionately short legs.
Even brawny man Mormont, who was fully armored, also tore his cloak, took three steps back, and supported the Aemon Old Master who had spread out the gray robe.
It was Dragon Queen, whose performance shocked everyone.
The violent air waves are like the river water that encounters the reef, diverting from both sides of her body.
In addition to her flying hair, she was wearing only light leather armor and chain mail, but she stayed still in the wind.
"This is unscientific!"
Tyrion lay on top of a Firemage and heard the Dragon Queen yell, flustered and exasperated.
He doesn't know what "science" is, so he just wants to curse: Lao Tzu wants to resign, let Others be the "Wildfire General"!
"There is no air, how can it burn? There is no magic. There is no violent magic power fluctuation in the sun, why did it suddenly explode?"
Dragon Queen's cry became more and more Far.
She quickly ran towards the center of the explosion.
In the verdant flames, there are two Firemage little brothers struggling!
Tyrion struggled to turn over, but there was someone under him, and there was someone on top of him, and there were people on both sides, so he couldn't move.
The consciousness gradually returned, the nerves became sensitive again, and the feeling on the skin became clearer and clearer.
His wriggling body suddenly froze.
—Little Tyrion is held in the hand!
There are only two women at the scene, Dragon Queen and her Mage apprentice, Queen runs away, so...
must be that black girl!
Tyrion tilted his head in anticipation, and in the next instant, a basin of ice water poured into his heart, and it was so cold that his body felt as uncomfortable as it was covered with caterpillars.
He didn't see the black face of Alleras with short hair, it was a vicissitudes face with closed eyes and a few deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
Jon Connington!
That's right, he's been standing with Connington and little Aegon, and he's still a long way from the black girl!
"Hey, Ser, Ser Connington, wake up..." Tyrion blushed, twisted his body hard, lost a lot of energy, and finally broke free from the other's rough hand.
Little Aegon, who was leaning on Tyrion, heard Imp's cry, and turned his head to see blood running down the back of Connington's head.
Looks like you've hit a brick?
"Ser, Adoptive Father, Ser Connington, Adoptive Father..." Aegon yelled in panic.
"Um..." Connington was a tough guy after all, and quickly opened his eyes in a daze.
Suddenly, feeling the warmth in the right hand, the dazedness in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by panic and anxiety.
"Don't pinch, don't pinch, Ser, it's me..." Tyrion screamed.
"Seven Hells!" Connington cried out in horror, and immediately broke his right hand from the pile of limbs.
Sure enough, the deerskin gloves that I had been wearing on my hands were gone.
"Oh, get up, crush me to death." The groan of skinny man Pogba came from under Tyrion's butt.
"Oh," little Aegon woke up, got up quickly, and had to help the Adoptive Father up first-
"Leave me alone," Connington seemed to be avoiding the plague, his right hand quickly avoided Pull of adopted son.
Struggling to sit up, he found the lost gloves not far away, staggered and rushed over, picked them up and put them on.
"Damn! The clothes are rotten." Imp wailed, clutching his crotch.
He's still pretty good, with only a few holes in his T-shirt, and his wide silk pants and a few pieces of fabric attached to his body to cover his shame.
Several of those Firemages with oversized robes are naked and have no clothes at all.
The shock wave is too strong, except for Mormont in armor, Connington and Aegon in light leather armor, almost few clothes are complete.
"The Seven is on top, the formidable power of the Wildfire explosion is so powerful?!" Aemon in ragged clothes said in horror.
Fortunately, Jorah Mormont was in front of him to help resist most of the impact, otherwise the old man would not feel better.
Look at the roof where most of the tiles were flying off, look at the crowd, and look at the flames that almost formed a sea of tragic green, dozens of meters away, and even the shadow of the dragon girl could not be seen.
Tyrion shivered shivered and hissed: "Four jars were blown together, one jar was full, at least 8 pounds of Wildfire, four is 32 pounds, and it took so long for Sun . .....
Damn!
I should have thought that, at King's Landing, the Alchemist kept warning me not to throw more than 10 pounds of Wildfire cans.
I loaded three hundred catties of Wildfire on a small boat, and at a distance of more than ten meters, I overturned the two warships of Stannis and set fire to the river surface several hundred meters wide."
"Quick Look, the flames are going out!" exclaimed little Aegon.
"Wildfire can't burn out, it won't go out..." Tyrion was a little uncertain, the green fire sea that stretched for dozens of meters was really disappearing at a speed visible to naked eyes.
"It's the Queen!" Grand Mage Wood suddenly shouted, "The Queen has entered the fire sea and is controlling the flames."
"Ah, the wildfire's fire is so fierce, can it be controlled? "
Mage was shocked and couldn't help but stepped forward and took a few steps.
Originally, Wildfire ignited a green flame four or five meters high, blocking everyone's sight; now, the wildfire green flame is like a swimming pool with a valve open, and all rivers return to the sea and belong to Dragon Queen the right hand.
The flames gradually decreased, and everyone saw that Dragon Queen had a light expression and raised his right hand.
Like Moses who divides the sea, wherever he goes, the strange green flame automatically avoids.
Twists and wisps of green fire were pulled from the flames and merged into the basketball-sized green Fireball on her right hand.
"Come on...some neat guys and dig out Grand Mage Tim and Grand Mage Duncan," Dany said.
Even the roof tens of meters away was lifted off, and the adobe walls that acted as firewalls collapsed naturally.
Two Firemages pulling ropes behind an adobe wall were crushed by shattered adobe and even had green Wildfire splashing over their armor.
If it wasn't for Dany's quick arrival, they'd probably burn to ashes.
In fact, they were not burned to death, their internal organs were also injured in the explosion, and they vomited blood.
Grand Mage Wood walked over with his shorts and said in awe, "Queen Your Majesty is so powerful that she can even control such a crazy Wildfire. I wonder if there is any trick?"
"Rescue people first, and I'll hold a spell lecture in two days to teach you the truth of Fire Sorcery." Dany said in an imposing manner.
"Your Majesty, can I learn?"
Tyrion heard it from afar, and was about to run over to ask, but was pulled by Connington.
"Wait a minute, let me see your dick!" he said solemnly.