Wolf King

Selina and the others stayed in the tribe for more than 2000 days. During this period, the unique "Flying Pigeon Passing Letter" of the snow elves, the big bird snow bird in the form of ice crystals transformed into magic, came three times, and passed on the information of the snow elves' royal army headquarters. He also sent supplies for trading—he is rich and powerful, no matter how much the weight of the cargo space bracelet can be taken away, Xiao Yun is very envious—in exchange for three tons of porcelain, one hundred thousand catties of vinegar , After more than [-] catties of sauce, Sergeant Selena took the recovered Yarlin and Gilbert, dragged the reluctant Xiu and Ed, and embarked on the return journey.

Sending off these "Gods of Wealth", Xiao Yun immediately organized an engineering team to coat the vegetable greenhouses with aluminum silicate... The long winter of at least four months every year is enough for a high-starch crop such as potatoes and sweet potatoes to grow a crop, and bred by the way. The seedlings for spring sowing are ready, and the priority of the greenhouse is the first, without dispute.

The "delivery room" dedicated to pregnant and parturient livestock also needs to be distributed evenly. Captive livestock can give birth to at least two litters a year, and may also give birth in winter. Work in this area cannot be left behind~

If there is any leftover, it has to be allocated to the grassroots patriarch's breeding farm...

In the end, Xiao Yun saved a little aluminum powder for Balcron to blow into fibers and weave it into thermal insulation blankets, and distributed it to the soldiers who went out to patrol in the snow and the work of transporting coal and iron ore. The team... the three tons of rough-processed aluminum powder were all arranged for Xiao Yun clearly, and there was not a single bit left.

After finishing this part, Xiao Yun continued to work on firing the kiln, preparing porcelain for trading after the spring, brewing vinegar, brewing soy sauce and making sauce. These tasks can be handed over to the work team. He has not yet cultivated a successor for porcelain firing... The Snow Werewolf couldn't do this kind of delicate work, so he had to recruit people from the cat clan. Qingyan, who could lead a small team, was incapable of doing so, and Fishbone and Rosemary couldn't graduate yet, so he couldn't get rid of it.

As for Leopard Xia, um... this guy is indeed very hearty, but his temperament has not yet been rounded. Xiao Yun is very worried about letting this guy do it. It is very likely that he will "execute orders as soon as he has power" , It was very difficult to teach him to be good, and then he was beaten back to his original shape.

"In which century, the most expensive people are talents!" Xiao Yun sighed, rolled up his sleeves and led a group of cats and mud...

While Xiao Yun was happily playing with the cats in the mud, Sergeant Selena, who belonged to the Fourth Army of the Second Division of the Imperial Army, was called back to the Royal City in Samar Snow Mountain to meet the Elf King.

"My king."

Sergeant Selena was a little excited when she returned to the old duty station. She calmed down a little when she saw the king himself in the castle on the top floor of the royal city, and saluted humbly with her hands on her chest.

"Selena, it was your team that found the green dragon Balk?" Sitting behind the desk, the Elven King put down the Bard's Travels to the Mainland, and calmly looked at his former guard.

"Yes." Selina didn't expect that the Elf King still remembered her name, and the excitement that had just been suppressed surfaced again, "Lord Balk lived in the tribe of the remnants of the cursed land, and his subordinates observed it for 23 days. Lord Balk Be friendly with the tribe, and have not oppressed or coerced the survivors of the tribe."

The Elf King lightly clasped his hands in front of his belly, and after a moment of silence he spoke, "What kind of person is the head of this Huoyan Tribe who is in contact with the forest elves?"

"Snow Werewolf Huoyan is an unsmiling, calm and upright patriarch. I have met this patriarch four times. Although I have not had the opportunity to get in touch with him, I can tell that this is a sage who is highly respected by the clansmen, who also attaches great importance to and cares for the clansmen. "Selina said without hesitation, "As the patriarch, Huoyan sets an example by being kind to weaker races. I think this is the main reason why the Huoyan tribe can ignore the racial barriers and accommodate green dragons, and even humans, cats, gray dwarves, and goblins. .”

Selina, who saw the patriarch Huoyan holding the cubs and feeding them with her own eyes, was very determined... Uh, I can't blame her for that. Huoyan's generous face and rigid behavior pattern are indeed quite deceiving without long-term close contact. sex……

The Elf King nodded, and being able to win such an evaluation from Selina showed that the tribe of the Snow Wolf tribe was indeed different, but even so, the Elf King wanted to ask Selina, who had experienced it, in depth, and he didn't want to see it. A second Tiger Clan appears in the Blasted Lands.

"My lord, I believe that this snow wolf tribe will not become a tiger tribe. They don't capture slaves and don't rely on slavery to build a tribe. As far as I have seen with my own eyes, everyone including the Huoyan patriarch and the sojourner Green Dragon There is a certain amount of work to be undertaken every day, non-stop from morning till night, without exception.”

Facing the Elf King's doubts, Selina laughed from the bottom of her heart and relaxedly, and did not hide her admiration for the Huoyan Tribe: "The Snow Werewolves believe that their own hands are more reliable than anything else, and they do the same. To tell you the truth, this trip gave us a great shock. The Snow Wolf Tribe, which originally had only more than 30 tribesmen, actually relied on their own hands to build houses in the cursed land, reclaim farmland, and take in other tribes. Afterwards, the remnants became more aware of expanding their homes, repairing rivers that might wash away their homes..."

Recounting what she had seen and heard in the Huoyan Tribe, Selena sighed: "The snow werewolves who lost their inheritance did not give up hope. They chose to explore a new development path by themselves to pursue the revival of the group. I have seen them rely on I have no doubt that they have already regarded the cursed land, no, the grassland as their hometown, and the construction of their hometown as the most reliable way to the road to revival."

The elf king couldn't help chuckling, this young warrior was still at an age where his likes and dislikes were clear, yet he showed such an obvious attitude... An older and more slick person would not be so full of words.

"Thank you, Selena, go talk to your old friends." The Elf King said cordially, he was happy to see the young people show their enthusiasm, and Selena was not yet at the age of her own opinion. when in charge.

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

In the quiet study room, the Elf King once again picked up the Bard's Travels in the Mainland, and pushed aside the bookmarked pages with his fingers.

The author of this travel note is signed by Leo Silvestre, a plain elf from the Bradrick continent. After filtering out a lot of meaningless and gorgeous rhetoric in the travel note, the remaining content is only the forest elf There are only a few descriptions of the trade with the Sea Clan, and the human kingdom that plays the role of shipping in the trade is only mentioned, not to mention the unknown Snow Wolf Clan Huoyan Tribe that no one cares about.

"Snowwolves... are you..." The Elf King tapped his fingers on the smooth lacquered desk, narrowing his narrow eyes slightly.

The plain in the northern part of the Bloomfield Continent, which is sandwiched between the Samar Snow Mountain, Elven Forest, and York Mountains, has existed as a buffer zone for thousands of years. The Snow Elves and Forest Elves have no intention of attacking redundant territories. Although the Orc Empire has intentions, it does not He didn't dare to take the liberty of provoking two big elves at the same time.

This stalemate was broken after a large-scale war broke out in the southern part of the mainland 500 years ago—after the strong human race, the only human demigod in the Bloomfield continent for thousands of years, chose to bury his bones here, the elves The king first proposed to name this place "Cursed Land"; as an expression of respect for the demigod of the human race, but also as a mockery of the human race... The human race who desecrates the top powerhouse is like cursing his own birthplace. The dark elves are just as ridiculous—even the Beast Emperor has given up coveting this land. After all, when the blood awakens the Lich King who has fallen into darkness under the curse of the clan, the price even the Beast Empire cannot afford.

Out of respect for the strong at the same level, the Elf King will not allow the shameful blasphemy to reappear.

This is the point of view shared by many ethnic groups in the northern continent. They are as peaceful as the tauren, and when the greed of the tiger clan starts to get out of control, they will also put on a fighting stance.

"...The snow wolf tribe who chose the road of 'creation' may be able to add a little life to the place where 'his' is buried." The Elf King whispered to himself, closing the travel notes, "Well... we should wait until the snow Tell Oston that his son is safe in the next hour, and if he gets the news so quickly, he may guess that his son is not far away from him."

The elf king who is more than eight hundred years old is twice as young as the green dragon Oston, but when it comes to this green dragon, it is difficult for a cultivated elf king to hold respect.

In the middle of the grassland, the Royal Court of the Tiger Clan.

Yale, a tiger warrior living in the east of the royal court, walked out of his house, frowned and looked up at the large snowflakes falling in mid-air.

"The snow that stopped in the middle of the night yesterday began to fall again." Yale exhaled, and a large white mist was sprayed from his mouth. He tightened the animal skin coat on his body, closed the wooden door, and stepped into the knee-high in deep snow.

The streets of Wangting in winter are deserted, the shops are closed, and there are no foreign guests coming and going. When Yale was about to reach the corner of the street, he saw someone walking in this direction.

Yale's frown deepened when he saw the pedestrians clearly... This group of slaves seemed to have just completed the task of requisitioning the king's account. The clothes were very thin, and the shivering cats didn't have a single piece of animal skin on their bodies, and their lips were white with cold.

Yale stopped to watch the group of slaves being led out of the city by the overseer. Some people staggered and accidentally fell, and the overseer's long whip was thrown away.

With a "snap", the slave quickly got up and followed the queue without saying a word.

Yale withdrew his gaze and strode towards the city.

Some of the guards on duty in the king's tent would go back to their houses when they were resting, while some were too lazy to go home, so they stayed in the tavern outside the king's tent to pass the time.

Yale lifted the heavy curtain and pushed open the wooden door, and the turbid air mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed towards his face, making him frown.

"Yale! This way!" The warrior Kun, who was sitting by the wall of the tavern, unexpectedly spotted his friend and raised his hand to greet him.

"You're a rare visitor. Would you like some? The dwarf's strong rum is suitable for drinking in this kind of weather." Smiling, he pulled his friend to sit down, and Kun casually grabbed a drink that hadn't been uncorked yet. The bottle was passed.

"No need, I have to go back to accompany my little brat in a while, it's not appropriate to smell of alcohol." Yale waved his hand, before Kun complained that he had no interest, then continued, "I'm applying to the military tent for rotation in the east, maybe after a while Time is running out."

"Didn't it just be your turn to rest, and you are in such a hurry to transfer back?" Kun asked in surprise, "Why are you in such a hurry, is there something wrong, or is someone targeting you?"

"No..." Yale shook his head, hesitating for a while before saying, "I just... I'm not used to the days of doing nothing here in Wang Ting, and I always feel uncomfortable if I don't do anything."

"Then why don't you apply to the military tent to be on duty in the royal court, at least you can see your little boy every day if you stay in the royal court." Kun didn't understand.

Yale smiled nonchalantly: "My little boy is almost as tall as me, and you are taking care of him. I'm not worried about him."

"Okay, now that you've made up your mind. Where's Yaheng? Does he want to go with you?"

"Yaheng still wants to stay in the royal court, and it's time for him to find a partner to estrus." Yale smiled.

"Then let's not talk about him. Come on, eat some jerky. The slaves of the cat clan are good at doing these delicate tasks. Our jerky is full of praise even for those picky elves."

Yale's brows jumped when he heard the word "slave", he forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, pinched a piece of jerky and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sitting and chatting with Kun for a while, Yale, who couldn't bear the sweltering heat in the tavern, found an excuse to get up and leave.

Walking to the empty street again, the tiger warrior Yale's brows that had been relaxed for a long time were tightened again.

In the past, or two years ago, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Wang Ting's life, but after two years on duty in the east, he came back, and he found...those things that he ignored before, now look so strange.

The lifespan of the orcs is about the same, and the limit is to live to two hundred years old.Of course, it is not easy to live to the end of life in such an environment as the grassland. Even the tiger clan with relatively better conditions, after the age of one hundred, their bones can no longer withstand the cold wind in winter.

Yale is 66 years old this year. He is a young and strong member of the tiger clan. His muscles are as strong as stones, and his physique is as strong as that of a tauren. Really have no doubts about it, and take pride in it.

But now... After contacting those foreign adventurers, Yale's faith has begun to waver - if one day the Tiger Clan gets their wish and returns to the Far East, what about the grassland?Will the grassland where he was born and raised never come back?

The hometown that the adventurers yearn for is the same meaning as the "Far Eastern Hometown" that the Tiger Clan longs to return to, which he has never seen since he was born.

Yale couldn't find the answer to this question, and he couldn't even disclose his question to others, because he had discovered that other people in his tribe didn't seem to have doubts about such a simple question, which made him terrified , he is afraid that only he is different from others.

When he returned to the royal court that he thought he was too familiar with, this fear reached its peak... He found that the slaves coming in and out looked particularly glaring, which made him feel uncomfortable.

This feeling made Yale even more afraid of his uncontrollable thoughts. The Tiger Clan began to capture slaves more than 40 years ago, relying on these slaves to plant large tracts of pasture, feed countless cattle and sheep, and build a unique king on the grassland. Court, he should have been used to all this long ago, why does he feel something wrong now?

The uncontrollable panic made Yale, a strong tiger warrior, restless and sleepless all night.

Yale remembered something... Decades ago, when he was a cub, he seemed... to have made friends with the cat clan.

What happened to that cub friend?

Yale couldn't remember at all. He even forgot what his cat friend was called and what he looked like.

Where is that friend?

Is he, or she, still alive?

There are more and more questions in my mind, and Yale can't answer these questions, and I can't find the answers.He walked silently through the deserted streets, leaving a row of lonely footprints in the snow.

There are not many Tiger Clan fighters like Yale who voluntarily applied to be transferred to the east for duty, and the transfer order for the military account came down after about ten days.When Yale packed up the package and was ready to go, the quartermaster of the military tent came over.

The quartermaster didn't come alone. He brought a train team, dozens of cat tribe and centaur slaves, and two soldiers who were sent to the east to be on duty in the same batch as Yale.

"The salt, cloth, and dried meat on the cart are for the military supplies of the eastern camp." The quartermaster handed the leather paper with the quantity of supplies to Yale, "The beans in the next few carts are for the slaves, and the cats will give them a handful. Give the centaur three hands, don't untie the ropes on the centaur's neck and hooves on the way, no matter what excuses they make... These two young men have never been out of the royal court, so it's up to you to watch them along the way Yes, Yale."

Yale nodded silently, pinched the list of supplies with his fingers, glanced complicatedly at the dozens of numb cat slaves following the convoy, and gritted his teeth subconsciously.

The two young soldiers followed Yale's lead and respected Yale, a young and strong soldier who had performed many missions. They walked around him all the way and asked curiously what was going on in the eastern camp; Yale worked hard for two days. On the third day, he couldn't bear it any longer, and let the cat slaves whose feet had been frozen climbed to sit on the truck, and cooked hot soup for the slaves with the jerky that was distributed to them.

"If someone gets sick from the cold and dies on the way, the property of the royal court will be lost." Yale explained the doubts of the two young soldiers.

"So that's the way it should be. Now it's not easy to catch slaves. If one dies, one less will be lost." The young Tiger Clan warrior had no doubts about him, and agreed with him, thinking that Yale was indeed very experienced.

Yale just smiled and didn't explain.

In a snowy day, the speed of the sleigh cart pulled by the centaur is not bad, but the irritable centaur is not as cooperative as the cat tribe, as long as there is a little strength along the way, it will make trouble. No wonder the quartermaster is worried about letting young people bring it. convoy.

After walking stumblingly for half a month, when the eastern camp at the end of the horizon could be seen with the naked eye, the snowflakes that fell on the fingertips were only the size of beans, and there were a few rays of sunshine in the thick clouds.

Yale, who was walking in front of the convoy, looked up at the shy, unwarmed sunlight that fell on the snow, and sighed softly: "Winter is coming..."

"Winter is coming to an end." Xiao Yun walked out of the firewood room of the kiln, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, "From the first snow to today... a total of 100 days? Counting the number of days of snow melting, this year's Winter is short."

The snow leopard Rosemary came out with weak legs, and stared at the sky with bloodshot eyes. He was not interested in expressing emotion, so he quickly retracted his gaze and stared at Xiao Yun with dead fish eyes: "Ah Yun, Can I go to sleep? I'm so sleepy."

"Sleeping hair, sleeping, let's talk about it after the kiln is finished. Look at how serious Yubone is in his work, why are you so skinny?" Xiao Yun grabbed Rosemary's collar angrily, and dragged him away. Check the cooling condition of the kiln... A few years ago, he could not do this job at this altitude. In the past two years, he has eaten well and his height has grown rapidly. Cozy.

Hmm... It's a pity that Xiao Yun didn't grow any taller after being on par with Uncle Ashan's height, and his altitude was once again overtaken by the youngest Wool... It seems that he can't grow up to the intimidating muscular brothers like Hongye and the others. .

The finished product rate of this batch of porcelain is not bad, only less than [-]% burnt out. After opening the kiln and counting the porcelain, put it back into the warehouse. Xiao Yun let the yawning Rosemary go back to sleep, and he went to Balk Once drilled in the laboratory, it continued to spin like a spinning top.

After all, he didn't study agriculture, and he didn't know much about phosphate fertilizers. He didn't know how many detours he had to make to produce sulfuric acid in the laboratory: pyrite was boiled and roasted to obtain flue gas containing sulfur dioxide. Afterwards, it reacts with oxygen to form sulfur trioxide, and finally the sulfur trioxide is combined with water vapor and condensed to obtain the finished product... This process is easy to say, but it is hard to do for Xiao Yun to lose hair one by one.

In any case, with sulfuric acid, phosphate rock can be reacted into calcium phosphonate. Even if the current conditions cannot be mass-produced, at least you need to know how this process works and what equipment is needed.

After taking the first step, the next step is of course to produce nitric acid... The efficiency of producing phosphate fertilizer only by sulfuric acid is too low. If you want to make full use of the role of phosphate rock, you have to produce nitric acid and hydrochloric acid; the earliest industrial production of nitric acid on earth The Norwegians use the electric arc production method, and they have Balk, a self-propelled dragon laborer, at hand. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it to the extreme...

As for whether Balk is willing to shine for the great cause of farming of the Snow Wolf Clan and become an indispensable first step on the road to the technology tree in this process, this is not allowed for him to choose freely—as long as Balk shows negative emotions of sabotage, Xiao Yun has two golden sentences waiting for him, one is "Your father misses you so much" and the other is "Carlisle brought us natural rubber and I'll make you a big toy for you to play with", coercion and temptation are two pronged, and it's safe. very~

It was another battle in the laboratory. Balke sat bored on the Kang and counted the hairs on his legs. Xiao Yun, who hadn't slept for [-] hours, excitedly held a glass bottle filled with a small transparent liquid and smirked.

"Ayun, why are you doing this again? Didn't you do it once before? What's the use of this thing?"

"Of course this alone is of no use to birds. It will be more effective if you have sulfuric acid." Xiao Yun squinted. , smash dozens of bottles at him, and he's done playing."

"Huh?!" Balk's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Just kidding, it would be a waste to fight something as troublesome as the production process, get up, come over and continue to the next step."

The corner of Balke's mouth twitched: "...Ayun, do you have any misunderstandings about dragon slaying, a major event that can shock all races?"

Xiao Yun turned his head, raised his chin, and looked at the stupid dragon with the eyes of an idiot: "So? What does this have to do with you who can only be slaughtered?"

Balk: "..."