Chapter 921: Discussing Dao (Part 1)

Just as Little Wei Yuan was immersed in the world of curved surfaces and unable to extricate himself, he suddenly heard the war horn sounding outside again. He immediately got up, put on his armor, picked up his spear, and went out of the room.

A large group of Force Shamans in heavy armor walked out of the courtyard in this area and went to the defense zone with Little Wei Yuan. But the well-arranged Desolate Roar still echoed in the air. Even if the war had begun, without Rong Long's order, the Force Shamans refining steel had to hold their ground. They didn't need to go to the battlefield; refining Desolate Steel was another battlefield.

The Flame Storm was still continuing, and the Flame Demons had recovered their vitality after a period of rest. But this time, the Force Shamans were also better prepared. Lord Jiumu not only transferred a large number of garrison troops from fortresses not on the front line and the Extreme Tiancheng, but also specifically went to collect a large amount of aid in this realm.

Now there were five thousand Force Shamans plus over ten Desolate Shamans in the Fengmang Fortress, including temporary reinforcements. Except for Lord Jiumu, the Heavenly Shaman Flame Demon also came to the Desolate Realm, replacing Lord Jiumu to sit in the Extreme Tiancheng. The original three thousand Force Shamans of Fengmang Fortress already had two thousand armored, and a circle of steel plates was inlaid on the city wall of the fortress, all covered with foot-long sharp barbs.

Therefore, the Flame Demons' attack this time didn't have much effect, at least not in Fengmang Fortress. Less than a hundred Force Shamans died in battle, and one Desolate Shaman fell. During the Flame Storm, this could already be called a rare great victory.

In the battle that lasted for several days, Little Wei Yuan's performance was a bit strange. His movements were relatively slow and dull, and most of the time he was passively counterattacking. Although Little Wei Yuan's counterattack was still sharp, he no longer had the shock of the previous battle.

The Force Shamans who survived Fengmang all felt something, but no one said much. The Force Shamans who came later felt that Little Wei Yuan's original level was like this. With Little Wei Yuan's physique, his combat power had far exceeded common sense, so there was still sporadic Qi luck income.

After the battle, Little Wei Yuan returned to his small room and continued to struggle with the curved surfaces. He had calculated the curvature of this shoulder armor more than a dozen times. He could never find the correct answer.

Rong Long appeared beside Little Wei Yuan again, watched for a while, and asked: "What are you calculating?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "A jet of Flame Demon's spray hit this piece of armor. I want to know how the flame is diverted, how the heat is transmitted in the armor, and how the erosion of the Flame Demon's innate demonic power spreads. Only after calculating these clearly can I perfect the design."

Although Rong Long was very unfamiliar with calculation, he had fought with Flame Demons countless times, so he immediately waved a piece of image. In the image, a Flame Demon sprayed a jet of spray capable of melting gold and stone, spraying it on a piece of armor. Then the flame spread in all directions, the armor piece turned red rapidly, and the center turned black, as if it had been corroded.

"Is it like this?"

"Exactly." Little Wei Yuan's eyes lit up, observing the image carefully. This image was intercepted from the real battlefield and was part of Rong Long's memory. Little Wei Yuan could completely use it as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

After careful observation, Little Wei Yuan confirmed that there was far more data in Rong Long's memory image than his own. The strength of the two sides was vastly different, and what Rong Long's spiritual sense could see was much more than Little Wei Yuan's.

After watching this image, Little Wei Yuan was still not satisfied and asked: "Is there more?"

"Very many." Rong Long released ten thousand images in one breath and handed them directly to Little Wei Yuan. This was still the result of his special selection. If not screened, this number would exceed one million.

So much data immediately gave Little Wei Yuan a new direction, and he immediately began to calculate. Rong Long watched from the side, occasionally inserting a few questions. In the blink of an eye, several hours passed, and Little Wei Yuan failed again.

Rong Long suddenly said: "I feel that your current method is not very feasible. Perhaps we need to design a new tool to solve one of the problems. For example, like this..."

Rong Long picked up a pen and wrote a brand-new calculation tool directly in the air. And the more Little Wei Yuan looked, the more familiar he felt, and finally remembered that this was exactly the calculation tool mentioned in a work by Tinghai Xianjun Tinghai. It was just that Little Wei Yuan didn't understand that book at the time. Now the content written by Rong Long had slight differences from Tinghai Xianjun Tinghai, but the general principle was actually the same. ===== CHAPTER 922 =====

Ronglong picked up a brush and wrote out a brand-new calculation tool directly in the air. As Little Wei Yuan watched, he found it increasingly familiar, and finally recalled that this was the very mathematical tool discussed in a work by Master Tinghai. It was just that Little Wei Yuan hadn't understood that book at the time. Now, the content Ronglong was writing had slight discrepancies from Master Tinghai's, but the underlying principles were surprisingly the same.