Wolf King

Selena and others stayed in the tribe for twenty days. During this period, the snow elf's unique "flying pigeon book" and the magically formed ice crystal form the big bird Snow number came three times and passed the snow elf army headquarters. And sent the materials used for trading-people are rich in wealth, regardless of how much weight of the cargo space bracelet can be taken away with a single installation, Xiao Yun envy is not good-for three tons of porcelain and one hundred thousand pounds of vinegar After more than two thousand pounds of sauce, Sergeant Selena took the rehabilitated Yallin and Gilbert and dragged on the reluctant Xiu and Ed to embark on the return journey.

After sending off these "God of Wealth", Xiao Yun immediately organized an engineering team to apply aluminum silicate to the vegetable greenhouses... At least four months a year, the long winter potato and sweet potato crops are high enough to grow a stubble and be bred by the way. The seedlings sowed in the spring, and the priority of the greenhouse is properly first, there is no dispute.

The "birth room" dedicated to livestock during pregnancy and maternity period must also have a uniform share. The livestock in captivity can have at least two births each year, and it is possible to have cubs in winter. This work cannot be left down~

If there is anything left, you have to allocate points to the grassroots patriarch's farm...

In the end, a little aluminum powder Xiao Yun from the tight Baba province let Balcron work to blow into fibers and weave into insulation blankets, which were assigned to the soldiers who were going to patrol in the snow and the work to transport coal and iron ore. Team... All the three tons of rough-processed aluminum powder were arranged for Xiao Yun clearly, and there was nothing left.

Once this was done, Xiao Yun continued to burn the kiln and prepare the porcelain for trading after the spring. The work of brewing vinegar, soy sauce and soy sauce can be handed over to the work team. He has not yet cultivated the successor of the porcelain burning... The Snow Werewolf couldn't do this kind of delicate work, so he had to draw people from the cat family. Qingyan, who can lead a small team, had no way to do it. The fish bones and rosemary were temporarily out of work, and he couldn't shake his hand.

As for the spotted leopard summer, um... this product is indeed very optimistic, but his temperament has not yet been rounded, Xiao Yun is very worried about letting this product dry, and it is likely that "Yao will have the order in hand" , It's easy to teach a little bit, and then give it back to its original shape.

"Which century is the most expensive is talent!" Xiao Yun sighed so much, pulling up his sleeves and leading a group of meows and mud...

While Xiao Yun was mixing skin with the cat in the mud, Samal Snow Mountain, Sergeant Selena, who belonged to the Fourth Division of the Second Division of the Imperial Army, was recalled to the King City to meet the Elven King.

"My king."

Returning to his old duty station, Sergeant Selena was a little excited. When she saw Wang himself in the castle on the uppermost floor of Wangcheng, she calmed down a little, and saluted with a hand on her chest.

"Selena, did your squad find the Green Dragon Bark?" The elf king sitting behind the desk put down the bard mainland Travels in his hand, and his calm eyes fell on his former guard.

"Yes." Selena couldn't think of the Elven King remembering her name, and the excitement that had just been suppressed reappeared. "Lord Bark lived in the tribe of the remnants of the Cursed Land, and his subordinates observed it for twenty-three days. Barr Lord Krishna was friendly with the tribe and did not oppress and coerce the tribe’s remnants."

The elven king hands gently in front of his abdomen, and is silent for a moment before speaking: "What kind of person is this patriarch who is in contact with the forest elves?"

"The snow werewolf is a stern, calm and upright patriarch. I have seen this patriarch four times. Although I have not had the opportunity to contact him, I can see that this is a virtue that is highly respected by the tribe and also very concerned and caring for the tribe "Selena said without hesitation," Huo Yan, as the patriarch, treats the weak races by example. I think this is the main reason why the Huo tribe can accommodate the green dragon regardless of the racial barriers, and even humans, cats, gray dwarves, and goblins. ."

Selena, who saw the Huoyang patriarch holding the rabbit cubs for feeding, was very firm... well, this can't be blamed for her. The generous face and rigid behavior pattern of Huoyan is indeed quite deceiving without long-term close contact. Sex...

The Elven King nodded and won Selena's evaluation, indicating that this Snow Wolf tribe's tribe is indeed different, but even so, the Elven King has to inquire deeply about Selena, an intimate person, he does not want to see A second tiger family appeared in the cursed land.

"My king, I believe that this snow wolf tribe will not become a tiger tribe. They do not capture slaves or rely on slavery to build tribes. As far as I have seen, everyone including the Huoyan patriarch and the borrowed green dragon I have to take on a certain amount of work every day, from morning to night, without exception."

Concerning the Elven King’s doubts, Selena smiled heartily and relaxedly, not disguising her appreciation for the Huoyan Horde: “The Snow Werewolves believe that their own hands are more reliable than anything, and they do the same, no I'm telling you that this trip shocked us a lot. The snow wolf tribe, which originally had more than 30 people, actually relied on their own hands to build a house in the cursed land, reclaim the farmland, and take care of others. The survivors of the tribe have more awareness of expanding their homes, repairing the rivers that may wash their homes..."

Speaking about what she saw and heard in the Huoyan Tribe, Selena sighed: "The Snow Werewolves who have lost their heritage have not given up hope. They chose to explore a new development path by themselves to pursue the rejuvenation of the ethnic group. I have no doubt that they have built a little bit of a home with their hands, and they have regarded the cursed land, no, the grassland as their hometown, and the building of their hometown as the most reliable way to the road of revival."

The Elven King couldn't help but chuckle. This young soldier is still at a clear age of likes and dislikes, and his attitude is so obvious... Replaced by the older, greasy man, he wouldn't be so full of words.

"Hard work for you, Selena, go talk to your old friends." The Elf King said kindly, he was happy to see the young people showing their impetus, and Selena's age had not yet reached her own position on speech. When in charge.

"Yes, my subordinates retreated."

In the quiet study room, the Elven King once again picked up the Minstrel Mainland Travels, and opened the bookmarked page with his finger.

The author of this Travels is named Leo Silvester, a plain elf from the mainland of Bradrick, which filters out a lot of meaningless gorgeous words in the Travels. The only substance left is the Forest Elves. A little description of the trade with the sea clan, the human kingdom that plays the role of shipping in the trade has only mentioned a sum, not to mention the unknown and indifferent Huoyan tribe of the snow wolf.

"Snow Wolf...?" The elven king's fingers tapped on the lacquered desk, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The plain in the northern part of mainland Bloomfield, sandwiched between the Samal Snow Mountain, the Elven Forest, and the York Mountains, has existed as a buffer for thousands of years. Snow Elves and Forest Elves have no intention of attacking the extra territory. Although the Orc Empire has the heart, but Don't dare to provoke two elf clans at the same time.

This stalemate situation was broken five hundred years ago after a sudden large-scale war in the southern mainland-the strong human race, the only human race demigod on the mainland of Bloomfield for thousands of years, chose to bury the bones here, The elven king first advocated the name of this place as "the place of curse"; as an expression of respect for the human race's demigods, and also as a mockery of the human race... The human race that blasphemed the top strong is like cursing his birthplace. The dark elves are as ridiculous-even the Beast Emperor has given up coveting this land. After all, when the blood awakens the Lich King who is burdened by the ethnic group and cursed in the darkness, the price is unbearable even for the Orc Empire .

Out of respect for the powerful at the same level, the Elven King will not allow shameful profanity to reappear.

This is the view shared by many tribes in the northern continent. Peace is like a tauren. When the greed of the tigers starts to lose control, it will also assume a fighting stance.

"...The Snow Wolf tribe who chose the road of "creation" may be able to add a little life to the buried place of "his." The elven king whispered to himself, closing the travel notes, "Well... should wait until the snow At the time of the change, he told Auston that his son was unharmed. If he was allowed to get the news so quickly, it might make him guess that his son was not far from him."

The Elven King who is over 800 years old is twice younger than the Green Dragon Auston, but when it comes to mentioning the Green Dragon, it is difficult to be respectful as a Cultivator.

In the middle of the grassland, the tiger tribe is king.

Yale, a tiger warrior living on the east side of Wang Ting, walked out of his house, frowning and looking up at the large, massive snow falling into the air.

"The snow that stopped only in the middle of yesterday fell again." Yale exhaled, and a large white mist was sprayed from his mouth. He tightened the animal skin robe tightly, pulled up the wooden door, and stepped on his knees. In the deep snow.

In the winter, the Wangting street was deserted, shops were closed, and there were no outside visitors. Yale was about to walk to the corner of the street when he saw someone walking in this direction.

Seeing this pedestrian clearly, Yale's brows were deeper... This team seemed to be very thinly dressed slaves who had just completed the task of requisitioning the king's account. The trembling cat clan did not have a complete piece of animal skin, and their lips were white.

Yale stopped and watched the group of slaves being led by the supervisor to the outside of the city. Someone stumbled and fell accidentally, and the supervisor's long whip was dumped.

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

Yale retracted his gaze and strode towards the city.

During the rest of the guards on the king's account, some people would return to their houses, and some would be too lazy to go home, and spend time in a tavern outside the king's account.

Yale lifted the heavy curtains and pushed the wooden door open, and the muddy air was mixed with wine, and his brows were smoked.

"Yale! This way!" Warrior Kun, who was sitting against the wall in the tavern, unexpectedly found his friend and hurriedly greeted him.

"You're a slacker, do you want to come a bit? The dwarf's strong rum is suitable for drinking in this kind of weather." He smiled and took his friend to sit down, and Kun grabbed a wine that hadn't been uncorked. The bottle was handed over.

"No, I'll go back to accompany my little boy in a while, and it's inappropriate to carry alcohol." Yale waved his hand and waited for Kun to complain that he was not interested. Then he said, "I applied for the eastern rotation from the military account, maybe after a while Time is going."

"Don't you just take the turn to take a rest, rush back home so quickly?" Kun said in surprise, "Why is it so urgent, is there something wrong, or is someone targeting you?"

"No..." Yale shook his head and hesitated before saying, "I'm just... a little bit uncomfortable with Wang Ting's idle days. I always feel uncomfortable if I don't do anything."

"Then why don't you apply for the duty in Wang Ting from the military account, at least stay in Wang Ting and you can see your little boy every day." Kun wondered.

Yale smiled indifferently: "My little boy is almost as tall as me, and with your care, I am not worried about him."

"Okay, since you have made up your mind. Yaheng, will he go with you?"

"Yaheng still wants to stay in Wang Ting, and it's time for him to find a partner to be in heat." Yale smiled.

"Then let's not talk about him. Come and eat some jerky. It's good for the cat slaves to do these small jobs. Our jerky even praises the picky elves."

Yale frowned when he heard the word slave, forcibly resisting the discomfort in his heart, and squeezed a piece of dried meat into his mouth.

Sitting with Kun for a while, I couldn't stand the sultry Yale in the tavern and found an excuse to get up and say goodbye.

Once again walking to the empty street, the tiger warrior Yale just relaxed his brows tightened again.

Before, or two years ago, he didn't think anything was wrong with Wang Ting's life, but after spending two years in the east and coming back, he found that...the things that had been ignored before, then look at how uncomfortable.

The life span of the orcs is almost the same, and it is the limit to live to two hundred years. Of course, it is not easy to live to the life expectancy in a grassland environment. Even if the tigers are in relatively good condition, their bones will no longer be able to withstand the cold winter wind after the age of 100.

Yale is sixty-six years old this year. He is young and strong among the Tigers. His muscles are as strong as stones. His physique is as strong as the tauren. He can also contribute 30 years of youth to the Tiger King. I really have no doubt about it in life, and I am proud of it.

But now... after contact with the foreign adventurers, Yale's beliefs began to shake-if one day the Tigers returned to the Far East with their wish, what about the grasslands? He grew up in this grassland, will he never come back?

Are the adventurers' longing for their hometown the same as the Tiger's hometown that they have been thinking about returning to?

Yale couldn't find an answer to this question. He didn't even have a way to reveal his doubts to others, because he had discovered that people other than himself did not seem to be puzzled by this simple question, which scared him. He is afraid that only he is different from others.

This fear reached its peak when he returned to Wang Ting, whom he thought he was no longer familiar with... he found that the slaves entering and leaving looked particularly dazzling and made him feel uncomfortable.

This feeling made Yale more afraid of his uncontrollable thoughts. The Tigers began to capture slaves more than 40 years ago, relying on these slaves to plant large swaths of grass, feed countless cattle and sheep, and build up the uniqueness on the grassland. Wang Ting, who should have been accustomed to all this before, why would he feel wrong now?

Unstoppable fear made Yale, a strong tiger warrior, anxious and sleepless all night.

Yale remembered one thing...A few decades ago, when he was a cub, he seemed...to have made friends with the cat family.

What happened to the cub's friend?

Yale couldn't remember it at all. He forgot what the cat friend's name was and what he looked like.

Where did that friend go?

Is he, or she, alive?

There are more and more questions in the brain, and Yale is unable to answer or find answers to these questions. He walked silently through the deserted streets, leaving a lonely footprint in the snow.

There are not many tiger warriors like Yale who actively apply for transfer to the east, and the transfer of military account has come down after ten days. When Yale packed up the package and set off, the quartermaster of the military account came over.

The quartermaster was not alone. He brought a train, dozens of cats and centaur slaves, and two soldiers who were transferred to the east with Yale.

"The salt, cloth, and dried meat on the cart are the munitions handed over to the eastern camp." The munitions officer handed the paper with the amount of supplies written to Yale. "The beans in the following cars are fed to the slaves, and the cat family gives them a handful. Centaurs give three packs, don't untie the ropes on the neck and hoofs of the Centaurs, no matter what excuses they find... these two young men haven't been out of the king's court yet. Yes, Yale."

Yale nodded in silence, squeezing the material list with his fingers, and his eyes scanned the dozens of numb cat slaves who followed the convoy in a complicated way, and bit his teeth subconsciously.

The two young warriors were only looking forward to Yale Ma. They respected Yale, a young and strong soldier who had performed many tasks. He surrounded him all the way and asked curiously what was going on in the eastern camp. Yale got up and dealt with it for two days. On the third day, he couldn't help but let the cat slaves with frosted feet climb onto the truck and sit, and they cooked hot soup for the dried meat.

"If someone got sick in the middle of the road and died, it was Wang Ting's property." Yale explained the doubts of the two young soldiers.

"It turned out that it should be. It should be right. Now that slaves are not easy to catch, one will die if there is one less." The young Tiger warrior did not doubt him.

Yale just smiled, without explanation.

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 family. As long as there is a little effort along the way, it will cause trouble. Convoy.

After stumbling for half a month, when the naked eye can see the eastern camp at the end of the horizon, the snowflakes falling to the fingertips are as big as beans, and a few rays of sunlight shine through the thick clouds.

Yale, who was walking in front of the team, looked up at the unwarm sunlight that shattered shyly on the snow, and he exhaled gently: "Winter is over..."

"Winter is about to pass." Xiao Yun walked out of the firewood of the kiln and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "From the first snow to today... 100 days? Counting the days of snow, this year's Winter is short."

Snow Leopard rosemary came out softly on both legs, staring at the sky with eyes full of bloodshot eyes, he showed little interest in emotion, and quickly withdrew his gaze, staring at the dead fish eyes to Xiao Yun: "Ayun, Can I go to sleep? I'm so sleepy."

"Sleep, sleep, wait until the kiln is finished. Let's see how seriously the fish bones are done. Why are you so skinny?" Xiao Yun grabbed Rosemary's collar angrily and dragged him away Check the cooling status of the kiln... For a few years ago, he hadn't been able to do this thing at this altitude. In the past two years, he has eaten well, and his height has been brushing up. He already has the size of Uncle Ashan, let alone a cat family. Comfortable.

Um... It's a pity that Xiao Yun didn't grow taller again after Uncle Ashan, and the altitude was again overtaken by the youngest wool... It seems that they can't grow into red leaves. Their deterrent muscle brothers are expensive. .

The yield rate of this batch of porcelain is not bad, only less than 20% burned out, opened the kiln, counted the porcelain and returned to the warehouse, Xiao Yun let the yawning rosemary let him go back to sleep, and he went to Balke The lab continued to spin like a gyro.

He didn’t study agriculture, he didn’t know much about phosphate fertilizer, and he didn’t know how many detours he took to reach the laboratory to produce sulfuric acid: pyrite was roasted to obtain flue gas containing sulfur dioxide, and the flue gas was purified to remove **** and dry After reacting with oxygen to produce sulfur trioxide, the resulting sulfur trioxide is combined with water vapor and condensed to obtain a finished product... This process is easy to say, and it is really rare for Xiao Yun to lose his hair one by one.

In any case, with sulfuric acid, phosphate rock can be converted into calcium squamate, even if the current conditions cannot be mass-produced, at least you need to know how this process is operated and what equipment is required.

Taking the first step, the next step is of course to make nitric acid...... The efficiency of making phosphate fertilizer by sulfuric acid is too low. If you want to play the role of phosphate rock, you have to do nitric acid and hydrochloric acid; the earliest industrialized production of nitric acid on the earth The Norwegians use the arc production method, and it is a waste to have the self-propelled drunken work of Barker at hand. Isn’t it a waste if you don’t use it to the extreme...

As for whether Bark is willing to shine for the snow wolf's farming industry and become an indispensable first step in the road of science and technology during this process, this will not allow him to choose freely-as long as Bark shows negative emotions for work, Xiao Yun has two golden sentences waiting for him, one is "Your father would like to die you", and the other is "Carlisle brought us natural rubber and I will make a big toy for you to play". Very~

In another laboratory struggle, Balke sat bored on the kang and counted his legs. Xiao Yun, who had not slept for thirty hours in a row, smirked excitedly with a glass bottle containing a small bottle of transparent liquid.

"Ayun, why did you do this again? Haven't you done it before? What's the use of this thing?"

"Of course, this is of no use to birds. Sulfuric acid also has this effect." Xiao Yun squinted. "Don't underestimate this thing. It is more corrosive than your saliva. You can't fight with your dad. , Smash him dozens of bottles, and he's finished playing."

"Huh?!" Balck's eyes suddenly shone.

"Teasing you to play, how bad it is to make such a troublesome process to fight, get up, come over and continue to the next step."

Balk's mouth twitched: "...Ayun, do you have any misunderstanding about the Dragon Slayer event that is enough to shock all races?"

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

Barker: "..."