my age of magic

Chapter 184 Chapter 184

In this earthy mountain depression where the drowning was moored, there used to be a group of orcs named Raitu tribe. These orcs built their homes on the mountain. They spent a lot of money on the south slope of this naturally formed For decades, the foundations made of stones were slowly moved from afar, and huge logs were dragged back from the depths of Yelian Mountains to build houses and form a not-so-small village. In order to resist the zombies in the depths of the swamp, a wooden wall was built at the outermost edge of the village.

No one would have thought that the solid walls in the eyes of these orcs, and the wooden houses made of log fences that can live for more than a hundred years, would turn the village in this mountain valley into a mess this spring in the hands of the corpse kings who crawled out from the depths of the swamp. The ruins, beyond the fence of the log fence, are full of broken logs everywhere, and gravel all over the ground.

Those gray dwarf slaves cleaned up the entire ruins continuously for more than half a month, but only cleared out the logs. Kurz thought that these dilapidated logs had no other use except as firewood. After the kerosene and corpse residue, those fire-gathering scrolls have been completely retracted into the wooden magic sealing box.Kurtz intends to give the discarded wood to Horsens.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the blacksmith shop, Horsens sent orc teams to the depths of Yelian Mountain to cut wood all year round. He needed a lot of charcoal and coke.However, Kuz’s decision made me block it. I think that although the wood cannot be used as the main beam of the house or the wall of the village, it can be used for other purposes.

In the past few days, the cleaning work has slowly come to an end, and those gray dwarves have started a new job. An extremely simple blacksmith shop was built: anvils, wind boxes, standing furnaces, and sinks are all available, and they even begged some corpses soaked in corpse oil from the gray dwarf slaves who refined corpse oil. Slag, it is said that this kind of corpse slag 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 walked with Kuz and I in the deserted Raitu village, and saw that there were only some house foundations left everywhere, and many simple shacks surrounded by wooden boards and cowhide were built on these foundation stones.The original Laitu beast girls were very nostalgic for their home, even if it had been razed to the ground, they would silently choose to build simple shacks on the ruins.Those orc girls who joined the Raitu tribe after they were in the wasteland also chose some flat and clean places to build temporary shelters.

The village in this mountain depression looks messy, with all kinds of sundries hanging outside the messy shacks, such as washed leather armor, linen tube tops, half sausages, and a bunch of half-dried dried meat.Some broken wooden basins, crocks, and woolen blankets that were picked up from the ruins, as long as they were useful, they were all cleaned out.

Horsens said with a sigh: "The dozen orc tribes near the drowning lake should have almost become like this. Hey! Unexpectedly, nearly a hundred years of painstaking efforts were ruined overnight."

"Everything will be fine!" Kurz likes to say, his optimism infected by Geryler.and

Horsens laughed and said to Kurtz with relief: "You young people are still aggressive and energetic. Your idea is very good. Children like you are naturally suitable to be leaders! I have never seen them My quarry has worked so hard!"

Horsens pointed to the two gray dwarf slaves who were sawing the broken wood with a long saw not far away and complained.There was no orc overseer beside the two gray dwarves, and there were two boiled sweet potatoes on the wooden pier beside them.They were breaking open the discarded wood to make two-inch thick planks, and there was a pile of square wood next to it.

"What are they doing? Is it a bed?" Gerile asked Kurz in bewilderment without understanding it after reading it for a long time.

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

Gerile's searching eyes covered me, so I had no choice but to stand up and explain to her: "These square logs and planks are also finely processed fine wood. And the discarded logs for various reasons turn into these fine woods. These woods have a wide range of functions and can be made into wooden beds, window frames, wardrobes, wooden doors, dining tables, and benches. As long as you can imagine, you can make them. And these The wood is easy to stack and easy to store.”

Finally I said: "Since it has been discarded, it would be a pity if the waste can't be reused and burned as firewood!"

After listening to what I said, Horsens on the side was very inspired and nodded and said: "This is indeed the truth, this is the truth. Turning waste into treasure is indeed very good!"

He saw that the two gray dwarf slaves had been working with their heads down. They didn't even communicate with each other, and they didn't even pay attention to us who were standing not far away. They kept their heads down and worked.Horsens asked strangely: "How did these lazy gray dwarf slaves become willing to work so hard? In my quarry, no gray dwarf slave has ever been willing to work so hard!"

"I know this. Jia always told me that if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it!" Kurz said quickly from the side.

Horsens asked uncertainly: "Just eat two full meals? It's that simple?"

"Actually, we just let them understand how hard life is, and we also let them understand the truth that if we can't survive, they must be the first to sacrifice!" I added on the side, at this time I Think I should wear a pair of tortoiseshell eyes to make me look more mature, otherwise people might think I'm a grown-up dwarf if I keep talking like this.

Horsens suddenly realized, he paused the cane in his hand, and said excitedly: "I didn't think of this truth before! They are just too hungry, and now they can eat two full meals. There is no reason not to cherish it!"

Fortunately, our group has already walked away slowly, 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 Kurtz: "Actually, there are other things in it, such as distribution according to work, and clear rewards and punishments. They all have a little relationship!"

Kurtz and others are used to me speaking in such a tone, but Horsens has 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 Raitu tribe. How to rebuild this orc village? I don’t want to talk to this The shrewd mine owner talks too much, he can always find some business in it, and he can lobby and squeeze us.

The oil refinery was built in the open area on the east side of the village, and the construction here is still very crude, with only a temporary stove built with stone strips, but these granite stone strips will be burned one by one after a long time. It falls off naturally, and sometimes it will burst, which is not very safe. I am worried that these pots and stoves built with stone strips will collapse one day, so I have been trying to rebuild a row of stoves with clay these days, but unfortunately there are still piles of stones on the side of the stove. Hundreds of headless swamp zombies.There was no chance to turn off the stove before all the corpses were smelted into fire oil, so the matter dragged on.

Ten large iron pots with a height of more than three meters are as huge as a giant mixer in a sand and gravel field. The oil boiled away, and a gray dwarf slave was wearing a cowhide apron, sitting awkwardly on a wooden frame, holding an iron spoon more than three meters long, and was adding blue sail crystal sand into it.

Looking at his flushed face, I thought to myself that only dwarves who are not afraid of fire can do this job.

The powdered blue sail crystal sand was carefully and evenly sprinkled in the iron pot by the gray dwarf, and then the strong-looking gray dwarf began to scoop out the corpse fire oil from the iron pot spoon by spoon, and poured it into the iron pot that had already been burned. Prepared barrels.

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 he didn't even hear our footsteps. There was a loud burning sound, perhaps because the smelter 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, let me tell you, Ryota, these swamp zombies are the only ones left. Master Jijia has already ordered, and after the refining is finished, you can get them These stoves are all extinguished. Recently, these granites have been severely cracked. If someone accidentally collapses a certain oil pan, we will be the first to be buried in the flames. No one can escape! Look at the pots and stoves The dregs of the corpses below, a single zombie arm will burn for a whole day, this pot full of corpse fire oil is really going to burn, I reckon we won’t even have ashes left in the end, you have to be careful and treat me well Watch!"

The gray dwarf was very attentive in scooping out the corpse fire oil from the iron pan one spoon at a time. When the orc overseer said the last sentence, he turned his head quickly, expressing that he was quite clear and understood.But when he turned his head, he saw that Kurtz and I were just walking with Horsens, so scared that his long-handled iron spoon almost fell from his hand, and immediately splashed hot oil.

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

The orc overseer saw the gray dwarf slave Ryota accidentally drop the iron spoon, so he jumped up from the wooden chair in fright, pointed at the gray dwarf slave and cursed: "You really don't know how to write 'death', do you?" , if you light this pot of hot oil, I will give you an airship ticket to heaven! You reckless guy, do you want to be whipped recently..."

"Ahem!" Horsens was a little embarrassed, after all, it was his orcs who were playing tricks.

Hearing a series of coughing sounds, the orc supervisor subconsciously turned around, and suddenly saw a group of people behind him staring at him as if they were watching a play, and his complexion was as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. Standing tremblingly beside the wooden chair, looking at Horsens pitifully, a half-gnawed sausage fell out of his sleeve and rolled onto the wooden chair, he wiped the corners of his mouth in a panic Oil stains on.

"Go away!" Horsens stretched out his foot and kicked the embarrassed orc overseer aside, and gave him a hard look.Horsens was attracted by the ten large iron pots and the raging flames below, and ignored the embarrassing expression of the orc overseer of the quarry.

He wanted to take the first two steps, but there happened to be a breeze, and he was forced back by the roiling heat wave. He pointed to the big iron pot and asked us: "The corpse fire oil refined by these swamp zombies is used to make Incendiary bombs?"

"No! I didn't think about what to use them for. Our brothers just wanted to transport the corpse fire oil back to Gludin and sell it directly! In fact, our original idea was to match the corpse fire oil with an oil stove and sell it to For those hunters who have been hunting in the wilderness all year round, corpse fire oil is very resistant to burning..." Kurz explained following Horsens' words.

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

When Horsens saw Kurz and I looked at him suspiciously, he didn't answer his words, and then explained: "This time I came here in person. In addition to escorting the relatives of your department back safely, I actually want to talk to you guys." Brother, two deals! The first is to see if we can make oil barrels in the future. In addition, I heard you said that to rebuild this village, a lot of iron should be used. There is still a little stock in stock! If the two of you want to buy it, I can make it cheaper."

I said to myself: Your iron ore is not only a little stock, it is piled up like a mountain!
(End of this chapter)