The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis

After more than an hour, Zhuifeng rushed back with the nightmare centaur.

The miner's corpse that Chen Wei had just transformed was on its way. Judging by their speed, it would take them more than six hours to arrive at the dwarf cottage.

Zhuifeng, you are idle now, look around to see if there is any food that can be eaten. We have added a group of dwarves, and food will become a problem.

Okay, I'll help those shortlegs find something, but only for them, they can't take our oats.

Zhuifeng is very aware of the food intake of dwarves, and there are so many dwarves here, what if they can't find food.

Okay, I will think of a way to get their food, but I have to get through it in the past few days.

Chen Wei also had some headaches. He even had the idea of ​​killing all the lava dwarves and turning them into undead.

But think about it, apart from the large number of undead, there is actually no strong combat power.

In the end he gave up the idea, and honestly considered where to find food.

In addition to food, Chen Wei also had to consider another issue, which was the issue of transportation.

Now the number of troops under him is not too large, and his logistics supplies can still handle it now.

But when Chen Wei's troops increased, food became the key to the war.

It is impossible for Chen Wei's subordinates to be all undead. The natural disasters they synthesized may be demons, machines, and insect swarms.

In addition to the need for energy for machinery, demons and swarms are big eaters who can eat.

Without a strong enough supply team, Chen Wei himself could drag himself to death.

We need to find a hero who is responsible for transporting food and supplies.

Chen Wei thought about this matter in his heart, but he also understood that this matter is something that can be encountered but not sought after. After all, in the current situation, it is considered good to be able to get a hero. If you want to designate a special direction, then it is not at all. possible.

While waiting for the walking corpse of the miner to come, Zhuifeng took the nightmare centaur to search the nearby woods.

I didn't find anything else, but I found a lot of edible fruits and mushrooms.

Except for some fruits that Zhuifeng sent to Chen Wei, he put away all the other fruits.

In his words, this is to supplement food for his brothers. Dwarves don't usually eat fruit, and they can't pick fruit at all. They just eat mushrooms.

The dwarves really had no way to refute the words of Chasing the Wind, but mushrooms were fine, at least they were edible, unlike stone pancakes, which were not meant to be eaten by humans at all.

After the food and everything were ready, Chen Wei asked Zhuifeng to go to Yeyong Town again, and bought some ale from Wheeler, as a way to boost the morale of the dwarves. As for the effect, Chen Wei was a little confused. Sure.

Because the wine in the hands of the undead is so weak that it has almost no taste.

Six hours later, the miner's corpse finally returned to the team.

Chen Wei and the others also organized their troops and set off for the next place.

At this time, the strength of Chen Wei's troops changed again.

Chasing the wind had 6 extraordinary level 1 nightmare centaurs, plus 14 drones who couldn't fight at all, it was the weakest army.

Stanford brought 41 extraordinary level 2 miner walking corpses, 33 extraordinary level 2 torch walking corpses, and 11 extraordinary level 1 ordinary walking corpses.

Chen Wei himself brought 17 extraordinary level 2 skeleton soldiers, 46 extraordinary level 2 lava dwarves, 6 extraordinary level 2 dwarf shield guards, plus a skeleton wall and a bone treasure chest.

There is also a mount Bone Beetle.

In this way, the total strength of the troops is about 176 people.

Compared with the nearly 200 soldiers when Chen Wei dispatched troops from the cemetery before, it was much smaller.

But the combat power is still maintained well.

At least the existence of the lava dwarves gave Chen Wei the confidence to fight head-on with stronger enemies.

After reorganizing his troops and taking supplies, Chen Wei set off quickly.

This time, Chen Wei didn't ask Stanford to make a quick march.

No matter how slow the walking corpse moves, it is not much worse than the dwarf.

Walking corpses can march quickly, but dwarves can't. In the end, Chen Wei and the others can only move forward slowly at a speed of three kilometers per hour.

And every two hours of walking, the dwarves had to stop and rest for an hour to replenish water and food, so as not to encounter any sudden situation and not be able to exert their full combat power.

Because there were only six Nightmare centaurs under his command, Zhuifeng couldn't get rid of Chen Wei and rushed outside, so he could only follow Chen Wei, talking at random.

Chasing the wind, tell me how the elves use these dwarves. Their marching speed is really too slow. It's impossible to go everywhere and recruit enemies temporarily.

There are many ways to do this. It's not a problem to find a few transport teams that can transport two to three hundred miles away and load three to five hundred people at once. Let me tell you, the dwarves are already considered fast. Tree people are called slow.

Their movement is uprooting, advancing, rooting and uprooting. It is considered quite fast to be able to walk one kilometer in an hour.

If there is no transportation ability, the elves will not fight.

For a medium distance, you can use a mobile fortress or something similar. That thing moves at five to ten kilometers per hour, but it can take away a city, and even grow vegetables on it.

You can walk forward without stopping, and you can go very far, and you can go within a range of about three to five thousand miles.

As for the farthest one, the elves also have a teleportation array, but the teleportation array that consumes a lot of money generally does not send cannon fodder troops, but only sends legendary units such as treants.

What about the supplies? When the elves are recruiting, they will take care of the food, right?

Zhuifeng laughed when he heard it, Guan Fan, are you joking?

If the elves don't eat you, it's pretty good. The reason why our tribes are willing to obey the elves' recruitment is because we obey the orders of the elves, and we are considered to be part of the elves.

In this way, when the elves want to eat meat, they won't hit your mind on you.

This is called paying the blood tax. We are different from the dwarves. The dwarves can pay other taxes besides the blood tax, but we can't. We can only pay the blood tax.

Having said that, Zhuifeng regained his spirits, I must change the fate of our centaurs. I want to take the centaurs out of the control of the elves. The pursuit of the centaurs is the wind of freedom, not some bullshit blood tax.

While talking, Zhuifeng started to run, and the nightmare centaur beside him also ran around.

It's just that his so-called free wind can only blow within a hundred meters, and after rushing out of the range of a hundred meters, the chasing wind has to retreat.

He had already promised Chen Wei when he set off, and he would never run out of Chen Wei's sight this time.

He will not have the right to lead troops to attack again until his strength is fully replenished.

What Zhuifeng wants to do most now is to let the time pass quickly. As long as a week passes, he can go to the stables and ask for some centaurs to synthesize.

After walking a certain distance like this, Zhuifeng finally laughed.

We're almost there, and the wolf's lair is ahead.