My Magic Age

In this earthen mountain depression, there used to be a tribe of orcs called Laitu. These orcs built their homes on the mountain. They spent their time on the southern slope of this naturally formed mountain depression. Over decades, slowly from a distance They moved foundations made of stones, dragged huge logs back from the depths of Yelian Mountain, built houses, and formed a fairly small village. In order to resist the zombies deep in the swamp, they still stayed in the village. A wooden wall was built on the outermost perimeter.

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No one would have thought that the solid walls in the eyes of these orcs, and the wooden houses made of logs that could be lived in for more than a hundred years, would actually turn this village in the mountain into a piece of land in the hands of the corpse kings crawling out from the depths of the swamp this spring. In the ruins, beyond the log fence wall, all you can see is broken trees and rubble all over the ground.

The gray dwarf slaves had been cleaning up the entire ruins for more than half a month, only clearing out the logs. Kurtz believed that these dilapidated logs had no other use than being used as firewood. After the fire oil and corpse residue, the fire gathering scrolls have been completely recovered into the wooden magic sealing box. Kurtz planned to give the discarded wood to Horsens.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the blacksmith shop, Horsens sent orc teams to cut wood deep in the Yelian Mountains all year round. He needed a large amount of charcoal and coke. However, Kurtz's decision stopped me. I felt that although the wood could not be used as the main beam of the house or the wall of the village, it could still be used for other purposes.

In the past few days, the cleaning work has slowly come to an end. The gray dwarves actually started a new job. They found an anvil from nowhere, and it turned out to be on the outermost edge of the village. He built a very simple blacksmith shop: anvil, wind box, standing furnace, and water tank. They had everything they needed, and they even asked for some corpse dregs soaked in corpse fire oil from the gray dwarf slaves who refined corpse fire oil. It is said that this kind of corpse residue burns at a higher temperature than refined coke. In this way, tool repair and simple production in the entire tribe are no longer a problem.

Horsens followed Kurtz and I as we walked through the deserted village of Laitu. He saw that only the cornerstones of some houses were left everywhere, and many simple shacks made of wooden boards and cowhide were built on these cornerstones. The original Laitu beast girls were very nostalgic for their homes. Even if they had been razed to the ground, they would silently choose to build simple shacks on the ruins. Those beast girls who later joined the Laitu tribe in the wilderness also chose some flat and clean places to build temporary shacks.

The village in this mountain valley looks messy, with all kinds of sundries hanging out to dry outside the messy shacks, such as clean leather armor, linen tube tops, half-cut meat sausages, and a bunch of half-dried meat jerky. Some broken wooden basins, earthen pots, and wool blankets recovered from the ruins, as long as they were useful, were cleared out.

Horsens said with emotion: "The dozen orc tribes near Drowning Pond should all look like this. Alas! Unexpectedly, nearly a hundred years of hard work have been destroyed in one day."

"Everything will be fine!" Kuz always likes to say this, and his optimism is infected by Grile. and

Horsens laughed and said to Kuz with relief: "You young people are still motivated and energetic. Your idea is very good. Children like you are born to be leaders! I have never seen them do this before." I worked so hard in my quarry!”

Horsens pointed at two gray dwarf slaves not far away who were sawing broken wood with a long saw and complained. There was no orc overseer beside the two gray dwarves, and there were two cooked sweet potatoes placed on the wooden pillars beside them. They were splitting scrap wood into two-inch-thick boards, with a pile of square lumber next to them.

"What are they doing? Is it a bed?" Gerile couldn't understand it after looking at it for a long time, so he asked Kuz in confusion.

Kurtz grinned and said, "Ask Jia, these are all Jia's ideas!"

Gerile's searching eyes covered me, and I had no choice but to stand up and explain to her: "These square timbers and planks are also finely processed timber. I want to remove the broken, half-rotted,... and abandoned for various reasons Logs are turned into these fine woods, which have a wide range of uses. They can be made into wooden beds, window frames, wardrobes, wooden doors, dining tables, benches, anything you can think of, and these woods are easy to stack and store. ”

Finally, I said: "Since it has been abandoned, if we can't use the waste, it would be a pity to chop it into pieces and burn it as firewood!"

Horsens on the side listened to what I said and nodded repeatedly with inspiration: "This is indeed the truth, this is the truth, turning waste into treasure, this is indeed a good thing!"

He saw that the two gray dwarf slaves had been working with their heads down. There was not even any communication between them, and they did not pay attention to us standing not far away. They were always working with their heads down. Horsens asked strangely: "How on earth did these lazy gray dwarf slaves become willing to work so hard? In my quarry, there has never been a gray dwarf slave willing to work so hard!"

"I know this. Mr. Jia always told me that if you want a horse to run, you must feed it!" Kurtz said quickly at the side.

Horsens asked uncertainly: "Just two full meals? Is that simple?"

"Actually, we just let them understand how difficult the morality of life is, and we also let them understand the truth that none of us can live anymore, and they must be the first to be sacrificed!" I added to the side, at this time I I think I should wear a pair of tortoiseshell eyes so that I can appear more mature. Otherwise, if I always talk like this, some people might think I am an adult dwarf.

Horsens suddenly realized it. He paused the cane in his hand and said excitedly: "Why didn't I think of this earlier! They are just too hungry. Now they can have two full meals. How can they?" There is no reason not to cherish it!”

Fortunately, our group of people has gradually moved away, otherwise the two gray dwarf slaves would still be working in fear.

Walking along the stone road to the east of the village, I said to Horsens beside Kuz: "Actually, there are some other things here, such as distribution according to work, clear rewards and punishments, they all have something to do with it!"

Kurtz and others are used to me speaking in such a tone, but Horsens had a look of surprise on his face. I decided to talk less. If I talk too much about some things, our plans will always be exposed. Just like I have been talking to Kuz recently about the future of the Laitu tribe and how to rebuild this orc village. I don’t want to talk to this. The shrewd quarry owner talks too much. He can always find some business opportunities there, and then lobby and exploit us.

The oil refinery was built in an open area on the east side of the village. It is still very crudely built. There are only temporary stoves built with stone bars. However, if these granite stone bars are burned for a long time, the stones will fall into pieces. They fall off naturally and sometimes explode, which is not very safe. I am worried that these pots and stoves made of stone strips will collapse one day, so I have been trying to rebuild a row of stoves with clay for the past few days. Unfortunately, there are still piles of stone piles on the side of the stoves. There are hundreds of headless swamp zombies. Before everything was refined into corpse fire oil, and there was no chance to turn off the stove, things continued to drag on.

Ten large iron pots over three meters high were as huge as giant mixers in a gravel yard. The corpse residue under the pot stove burned red, and the raging flames spurted from the corpse residue burned the corpse fire in the iron pot. The oil boiled away, and a gray dwarf slave wearing a cowhide apron sat awkwardly on a wooden frame, holding an iron spoon more than three meters long in his hand, and was adding blue sail crystal sand to it.

Looking at his face that was burned red, I thought that only dwarves who were not afraid of fire could do this job.

The powdery blue sail crystal sand was carefully and evenly sprinkled by the gray dwarf into the iron pot. Then the strong-looking gray dwarf began to scoop out corpse fire oil from the iron pot one by one, pouring it into the iron pot. Prepared oil drum.

An orc overseer was lying on a newly made long chair with his back to us. He was obviously immersed in his own world and didn't even hear our footsteps. Maybe it was because all ten iron pots were heard. There was a fierce burning sound, maybe it was because the smelting plant was too comfortable, which made him relax his vigilance.

He leisurely stared at the hard work of dozens of gray dwarves, and said to the gray dwarf slave: "Hey, I said Liangta, these swamp zombies are the only ones left. Mr. Jijia has already given the order, and you will be able to get rid of them after refining." All these stoves are extinguished. Recently, these granites have been severely cracked. If someone accidentally lets a certain oil pan It collapsed, and we were the first to be killed in the sea of ​​​​fire, and no one could escape! Look at the corpses under the stove, and the zombie arms burned all day long. This pot is full of corpses. The corpse oil is really going to burn, and I guess there won’t even be ashes left, so you have to be careful and keep an eye on me!”

The gray dwarf was very attentive in scooping out the corpse fire oil from the iron pot one spoon at a time. When the orc overseer said the last words, he quickly turned his head to show that he was very clear and understood. But when he turned his head, he saw Kuz and I walking over with Horsens. He was so frightened that the long-handled iron spoon almost fell from his hand, and immediately splashed with hot oil.

Fortunately, the oil did not splash out of the pan. If it accidentally splashed out and flowed down the edge and outer wall of the iron pan, the entire hot oil in the large iron pan would be ignited. If at that time, It is definitely not an easy task to put out the fire.

When the orc supervisor saw the gray dwarf slave Liang Tai accidentally drop the iron spoon, he was so frightened that he jumped up from the wooden chair, pointed at the gray dwarf slave and cursed: "You really don't know how to write the word 'death', do you? , if you light up this pot of hot oil, I will give you an airship ticket to heaven! You reckless guy, have you wanted to be whipped recently..."

"Ahem!" Horsens was a little embarrassed. After all, it was his orcs who were showing off their treasures.

Hearing a series of coughs, the orc supervisor turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw a group of people behind him staring at him as if they were watching a show. Suddenly, their faces looked like they had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, with complicated and complicated expressions. He stood tremblingly next to the wooden chair and looked at Horsens pitifully. A half-eaten sausage fell out of his sleeve and rolled onto the wooden chair. He wiped the corners of his mouth in panic. oil stains on.

"Get out of my way!" Horsens stretched out his foot and kicked the embarrassed orc overseer aside, giving him a fierce look. Horsens was attracted by the ten large iron pots and the blazing flames below, and did not pay attention to the embarrassed expression of the orc supervisor in the quarry.

He wanted to take two steps forward, but a gust of breeze happened to blow, and he was forced back by the rolling heat wave. He pointed at the big iron pot and asked us: "These swamp zombies refine corpse fire oil, and they are used to make it." Fire bomb?"

"No! I haven't thought about what to do with them. Our brothers just want to transport these corpse fire oils back to Gurudin and sell them directly! In fact, our original idea was to match these corpse fire oils with oil stoves and sell them to For those hunters who hunt in the wilderness all year round, corpse fire oil is very resistant to burning..." Kurtz explained after Horsens' words.

Horsens opened his mouth in understanding, gently touched the stubble on his chin with one hand, and said slowly: "That's right! Those complicated oil barrels are actually stoves, but the price of these corpse oils is very high. "High?"

When Horsens saw me and Kurtz looking at him in confusion, he did not answer his words, so he went on to explain: "I am here in person this time. In addition to escorting your family members back safely, I actually want to be with you." Brother, make two deals! The first is! I want to see if I can make oil barrels next. Also, I heard you guys say that if you want to rebuild this village, you will need a lot of iron. I still have some stocks over there! If you want to buy it, I can make it cheaper.”

I said to myself: The iron ore you have there is not only a little inventory, it is simply piled up like a mountain!