Before ascending to God, be a good lord

Chapter 58 56. Inside the Salt Mine 2
"The change of the magic environment is a big deal." Wright is still treating patients at the moment, and he doesn't hear the deep meaning in the words of the old mage, "The biggest difference between the Galloping Horse Plain and other places is the influence of magic turbulence. If it can really make a difference Improve, and the human race will be able to survive here."

"Humans can survive here if they come here. Aren't you, me, and this camp just the human races living on the plains?"

"For them, they can only be regarded as alive." Wright came here to practice voluntarily, which does not mean that he thinks this is a good environment. "One day the demon possessors outside can get the response of the great, and then the human race can really survive. down"

"Yeah." The mage didn't speak, but he said in his heart, in fact, the human race can also live on the plains now, but every nobleman in the human empire has his own ideas, and they have no experience to take this into consideration.

The old mage stopped watching the ascetic monk's treatment, and walked out of the house, he wanted to go out and have a look.

When he walked to the first floor, he passed several salt-making rooms. Before he arrived, there were more than a dozen salt-boiling pots in the room. They were all transported from the Human Race Empire. There are magic runes on the top of the pot, which can make the whole pot better heated. The stone bed under the pot is covered with magic runes. Every month, the tribes in the northeast will send coal, which is also produced on the Benma Plain. Yes, these fuels will be spread into the stone bed, and together with the magweave plates, heat the skillet.

There are magic patterns on the entire stone bed and the cooking pot, which can better save fuel. When a cauldron is almost dry, the barbarians and demon possessors will transport the cauldron to another stone room. This stone room The ground is covered with heating magic patterns, which can be dried with the last bit of moisture.

Gandalf walked to the door of the salt cooking room, and saw a group of people transporting a freshly boiled cauldron. Because the height of the stone bed was level with the ground, and the fuel pool was dug out, it was very difficult to transport the cooking pot. Convenience.

In the process of transporting the cauldron, at least 5 demon possessors and 5 non-magazines need to cooperate with each other. The demon possessors will use iron hooks to hook the handle of the cauldron and pull the iron pot out of the stone bed. Steady the cauldron.

Usually, with the cooperation of 10 people, the cooking pot can be transported smoothly. However, the transportation process is also the most dangerous process for salt workers. People are often burned or injured at this time.

"Look at it, pull it slowly, don't let the mouth of the pot crooked," a demon possessor commanded.

"be careful"

"Ai ai ai ai ai" Suddenly one of the non-mob participants slipped and fell. He used a wooden stick to support the side wall of the cooking pot to ensure the stability of the cooking pot. When he slipped and fell, the cooking pot suddenly fell His direction was off.

"Ah... ah..." The demonless man who fell closed his eyes and yelled loudly, as if hot salt had fallen on him, but he struggled for a while, as if he was not injured, so He opened his eyes and saw that the big salt pot hadn't fallen down.

It was Gandalf who used the magic of the mage's hand to stabilize the cauldron. Everyone in the room looked at Gandalf in awe. Gandalf nodded to everyone and was about to leave.

"What's going on? What's going on?" A voice outside the house called loudly, and a huge figure ran over.

The visitor rushed directly into the room where the salt was boiled, and was relieved to see that everyone was fine.

"I said a long time ago that the bottom of this pot should be repaired, or it would be too easy to fall!" The speaker was a barbarian. He had a typical physique and height of a barbarian, but on his face, he had a big face that was rarely seen in a barbarian. beard.

"Kur Yagan, can't you help fix it?" said a human demon possessor who participated in the transportation.

"I think so. We don't have enough materials. This cauldron is not made of pig iron. It is forged after mixing a lot of magic metal. We can't repair it." The bearded barbarian is called Kuryagan, and it is the entire salt mine Perhaps he was the only barbarian blacksmith on the entire Galloping Horse Plain. He was almost 3 meters tall, with steel-like muscles all over his body, and his strength was even comparable to that of a senior knight.

Kuryagan likes to stay in the salt making room, likes to watch the cauldron with runes boil salt, and likes to try to make all kinds of objects called iron art in Rand's hometown.

Gandalf didn't stay longer, but continued to walk out. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw a large amount of coarse salt fired in the workshop being put into the sacks sent by the human race. Drop these sacks of salt to a team of pack animals.

Gandalf watched coldly as the barbarians kept yelling at the demon possessors of the human race. Suddenly, the barbarian overseer saw Gandalf, changed his face quickly, and ran over to please.

"Swear, sir? What are your orders?" In the barbarian camp, strength is status, and ordinary barbarians are full of smiles when facing mages and ascetics.

"Nothing, just take a look." Gandalf did not elaborate.

"Go, go, go to work." A voice came from behind the supervisor. It was the barbarian leader of the southwest camp and the brother of Touyan.

"Master, the people below are ignorant, don't mind." The head man was very enthusiastic about the mage, but he also had a vaguely defensive attitude.

"I remember, the last time Lord Touyan came, it was three months ago, right?"

"Oh? Has it been so long? It seems so, after all, there is an alliance now." The headman was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly dealt with it.

"Is there no one in the camp recently?"

"Ah... Come on, come here, you came last night." The leader was sweating a little, and he turned to the beast team. "You guys! Be gentle with me, don't break the bag!"

"Grandpa Master, I'll deal with it first." The headman laughed and ran away immediately.

Of course he lied just now, no one came to the camp outside for a long time, the last time someone came was the old priest who sent someone to inform him that a large number of cavalry would be drawn from the camp to support the head goose in the near future.

No matter it was him, the old priest and the head goose, they were very afraid of Gandalf. They knew that if anyone in the salt mine could raise their arms and instigate the entire human race to attack them, it must be Gandalf.

So they had to hide from Gandalf the fact that the Gray Goose was invading southward, and that his camp was now empty of troops.

But what Touyan really wanted him to hide was the secret of their going south. The headman still remembered the conversation his brother had with him when he came to the salt mine camp for the last time.

"Let's open another salt mine?"

"Yes, it's not just human slave mining, but grassland people are also involved."

"Why? Isn't that Leniya in charge now?"

"Okay! She took care of it very well. Think about it, if there is no you and me in this camp, will the salt mine have less salt every month?"

"of course not"

"Then without her?"

"This... I'm afraid we Gray Goose will mess up, but... but all the human races obey her arrangement."

"So I'm going south, do you think I'm going south to fight that maned wolf?
No, I want to contain him, and then sweep the territory of his vassals, so that at least 7 or 80 demon possessors can be obtained. The two nobles we are facing, the dragon Rot and the galloping horse, can also provide at least 50 demon possessor. "

"It's not enough"

"Of course, there are demon possessors that I have sold to various small and medium-sized tribes over the years. Now I am bringing the old and young of their tribes. Since these people follow our Gray Goose to fight, their slaves must also be sold to us. This is another 100 people. We have 30 of our own.”

"You...you think it all over?"

"Yes, that mage and that woman have turned the entire human race in the salt mine into a tribe over the years. There is no conflict between the human race, and they will conflict with us in the future.

Therefore, it is necessary to build another human race camp that is not close to them, and let them fight each other. Only by keeping conflicts within the human race, can we rest easy. "

(End of this chapter)