hapter 099 The Snow Werewolf Clan Chooses to Create

Selena and others stayed in the tribe for more than 20 days. During this period, the Snow Elf's unique "Flying Pigeon", the big bird in the form of magical ice crystals, the Snow Bird, came three times and passed the Snow Elf Imperial Army headquarters. He also sent me the materials for the transaction. They don't care how much weight of goods they can take away with the space bracelet. It envied Xiao Yun too much. They changed three tons of porcelain tableware and one hundred thousand. After a catty of vinegar and more than two thousand catties of sauce, Sergeant Selena took the recovered Yarlin and Gilbert, dragged on the reluctant Xiu and Eid, and embarked on the return journey.

After sending away the "God of Wealth", Xiao Yun immediately organized the engineering team to coat the vegetable greenhouses with aluminum silicate... At least four months a year, potatoes and sweet potatoes, a high-starch crop, are enough to grow a crop and grow by the way. The seedlings for spring sowing are available, and the priority of the greenhouse is properly first. There is no dispute.

The "delivery room" dedicated to livestock during pregnancy and childbirth also has to share the same share. The livestock in captivity can give birth to at least two births a year, and it may also give birth in winter. This aspect of work cannot be left~ 　　

If there are surpluses, we have to allocate points to Patriarch Caogen's culturing farm...　　

In the end, the little aluminum powder Xiao Yun saved by Bark's operation was blown into fibers and weaved into insulation blankets, which were distributed to soldiers who were going to patrol in the snow and to transport coal and transport. The iron ore work team...Three tons of rough-processed aluminum powder were all arranged for Xiao Yun clearly, and there were not a few bits left.

Once this is done, Xiao Yun will continue to start firing the kiln, prepare the porcelain for trade after the spring, brewing vinegar, soy sauce and making sauce, these tasks can be handed over to the work team. He has not cultivated the successor of the porcelain firing... The Snow Werewolf can't do this kind of delicate work. He has to draw people from the cat clan. The Qingyan clone who can lead a small team has no skills. Yugu and Rosemary can't complete the job for the time being, and he can't shake his hand.

As for the spotted leopard Xia, um... this guy is indeed very energetic, but his temper has not been rounded up yet, Xiao Yun is very worried about letting this guy do it, and he might "just take orders once the power is in hand." It's easy to teach me a little bit and get back to its original shape.　　

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

While Xiao Yun was happily playing in the mud in the cat pile, Sergeant Selena, who belonged to the Fourth Corps of the Second Division of the Imperial Army, was called back to the city of Samar Snow Mountain and met the Elven King.　　

"My king." 　　

Returning to the old duty, Sergeant Selena was a little excited, and only calmed down a little when he saw the king himself in the uppermost castle of the city, and he bowed his chest with his hand.　　

"Selena, did your team search for the Green Dragon Balker?" Sitting behind the desk, the Elven King put down the Bard's Continental Travel Notes in his hand, and his calm eyes fell on his former guard.

"Yes." Selena couldn't think that the Elven King remembered her name, and the excitement that had just been suppressed resurfaced. "Lord Balker lived in the tribe of the survivors of the Cursed Lands, and his subordinates observed for 23 days, Balker Lord gets along with the tribe in a friendly manner, and did not oppress or intimidate the tribe's survivors." The Elven King shook his hands lightly in front of his abdomen, and was silent for a moment before speaking: "What kind of people is the patriarch of Huoyan tribe who is in contact with the forest elves?" 　　

"The snow werewolf man Huoyan is an unsmiling, steady and upright patriarch. I have seen this patriarch four times. Although I have no chance to contact him, I can see that this is a respected, respected, and caring patriarch. The sage of the tribe." Selena said without hesitation, "As the patriarch, Huoyan sets an example to treat weaker races. I think this is the Huoyan tribe that can ignore the racial barriers and contain green dragons, even humans, cat tribes, gray dwarves, and goblins. The main reason for this."　　

Seeing with her own eyes the Huoyan Patriarch holding the manul cubs to feed Selena is very firm...Uh, this can't be blamed on her, Huoyan's generous face and dull behavior pattern without long-term close contact It is indeed quite deceptive... 　　

The Elven King nodded, and it can win Selena's evaluation, which shows that this Snow Wolf tribe is indeed different from the others, but even so, the Elven King has to inquire about Selena's personal experience. Of course, he didn't want to see a second tiger clan appear in the cursed land.

"My king, I believe that this Snow Wolf tribe will not become a tiger tribe. They do not capture slaves nor rely on enslavement to build the tribe. As far as I have seen, everyone including the fire patriarch and the borrowed green dragon I have to bear a certain amount of work every day, from morning to night, nobody without exception."

Regarding the doubts of the Elven King, Selena smiled heartily and relaxedly, and did not conceal her appreciation of the Huoyan Tribe: "The Snow Werewolves believe that their own hands are more reliable than anything else and they indeed do this too. No to tell My King you the truth, this trip gave us a great shock. This snow werewolf tribe, with only more than 30 members of the tribe, actually relied on its own hands to build houses and reclaim farmland in the cursed land, and was taking shelter. The survivors of the tribe became more aware of expanding their homes, repairing rivers that might wash their homes..."　　

Recounted what she had seen and heard in the Huoyan Tribe, and Selena sighed: "I lost the inherited Snow Werewolf and Without giving up their hope, they chose to explore a new development path on their own to pursue ethnic rejuvenation. They have seen their homes built little by little with their hands. I have no doubt that they have already regarded the cursed land, no, the grassland as their own. The hometown, and the construction of the hometown as the most reliable way to the road to revival."　　

The Elven King couldn't help but chuckle. The young soldier was still at an age with distinct likes and dislikes, and he showed such a clear attitude... Longer slick people can't talk so full. "Thanks for your hard work, Selena, go and talk to your old friends." The Elven King cordially said, he is happy to see young people showing aggressiveness, and Selena is not yet at her age. When in charge.　　

"Yes, the subordinates retire." 　　

In the quiet study room, the Elven King once again held up the bard's mainland travel notes, and flipped his finger away from the bookmarked page. The author of this travel note is signed by Leo Silvester, a plain elf from the continent of Bradrick, who filters out a lot of meaningless and gorgeous rhetoric in the travel note, leaving only the essence of the forest elf. A little description of the trade with the sea clan, the human kingdom that played the role of the sea in the trade, only mentioned one thing, not to mention the snow wolf clan flame tribe, which is not famous and anyone cares about.　　

"Are ...Snow werewolf...?" The Elven King tapped his fingers on the smooth painted desk, narrowing his slightly narrow eyes.

The grassland in the northern part of Bloomfield, which is sandwiched between the Samar Snow Mountains, the Elf forest, and the York Mountains, has been a buffer for thousands of years. Snow elves and forest elves have no intention of attacking excess territory. Although the Orc Empire has intentions, doesn't

dare to provoke two great clans of elves at the same time.

This stalemate lasted until five hundred years ago, when a large-scale war broke out between the human kingdoms in the southern part of the mainland, it was broken-the strong human race, the only human demigod choice on the Bloomfield Mainland for thousands of years, after this place became his burial place, the Elven King first advocated the name of this place as the "Cursed Land"; as an expression of respect for the human race demigod, and as a mockery of the human race... the human race that blasphemed the top powerhouse. Is as ridiculous as the dark elves who cursed his birthplace—then the Beast Emperor gave up his coveting of this land. After all, when the blood awakens the lich king who has fallen into the darkness with the curse of the race, the price will be paid. Even the orc empire is unbearable. (If a large-scale bloodshed breaks out on the grassland, then this human demigod-the Lich King will be awakened here.) 　　

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

This is a common rule followed by many races in the northern continent. The tauren, recognized by all races on Longfield Road, is the most gentle-tempered tauren, and when encountering the greed of the tiger tribe, they will also take a fighting stance.

"...The Snow Wolf tribe who chose the path of'creation' may be able to add a little vitality to the buried place of'his'." The Elven King whispered to himself, closing the travel notes, "Well...it should wait until the snow When the time has passed, tell Alston that his son is innocent. If he gets the news so quickly, he might guess that his son is not far away from him."　　

The Elven King who is over 800 years old is better than the green dragon Alston. The lord was twice as young, but when he mentioned the green dragon, it was difficult for him to maintain his respect.

At the same time, the tiger royal court in the middle of the grassland.　　

The Tiger Warrior Yale, who lives on the east side of the royal court, walked out of his house, frowning and looking up at the big snow falling in the air. "The snow that stopped in the middle of the night yesterday is falling again." Yale exhaled, and a large white mist sprayed from his mouth. He tightened his animal skin robe tightly, closed the wooden door, and stepped into his knees. Deep in the snow.　

King Court Street in winter is deserted, shops are closed, and there are no foreign guests coming and going. Yale was about to walk to the corner of the street when he saw someone coming in this direction.　　

Seeing the pedestrian clearly, Yale's brows furrowed deeper...This team seemed to be slaves who had just completed the requisition of the king's account. The clothes were very thin, and the shivering cats did not have a complete skin on their bodies, and each of them made their lips pale with cold.　　 Yale stopped and watched the group of slaves being led by the overseer to go out of the city. Someone staggered and fell accidentally, and the overseer's whip was thrown away.　　

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

Yale retracted his gaze and strode towards the city.　　

When the guards on the guards on duty were resting, some people would go back to their houses, and some would be too lazy to go home, so they stayed in the tavern outside the king's account to pass the time.　　

Yale opened the heavy curtain and pushed open the wooden door. The muddy air mixed with the smell of wine rushed toward his face, making his brows frowned.　　

"Yale! This way!" Kun, a soldier sitting against the wall of the tavern, unexpectedly found his friend and quickly raised his hand to greet him. "You're a rare visitor, would you like some? The dwarf's strong rum is suitable for swig in this kind of weather." With a smile, he pulled his friend to sit down, and Kun grabbed a bottle of wine that hadn't been corked yet. The bottle was passed.

"No, I have to go back to accompany my little boy in a while. The alcohol is not suitable." Yale waved his hand, and continued before Kun complained that he had no taste, "I apply for the Eastern Rotation from the military account, maybe after a while, my time is running out."

"Didn't you just have your turn off, so you rushed back so soon?" Kun was surprised, "Why is it so urgent, is there something, or someone is targeting you?" 　　

"No..." Yale shook his head and hesitated. Then said, "I just...somewhat uncomfortable with the days when there is nothing to do in the royal court, I always feel uncomfortable without doing anything." 　　

"Then why don't you apply for duty in the royal court from the military account, at least you can see it every day when you stay in the royal court Your bastard." Kun was puzzled. Yale smiled disapprovingly: "My little boy is almost as tall as me, and you have to take care of him. I am not worried about him." 　　 "Okay, since you have made up your mind. Yaheng, he wants to." Do you want to go with you?" 　　

"Yaheng still wants to stay in the royal court. It's time for him to find his partner in estrus." Yale smiled. "Then don't talk about him, come, eat some jerky, the slaves of the cat tribe are good at doing these delicate tasks, and our jerky can't even praise the picky elves." 　　

Yale brows when he hears the word slave. Just a wrinkle, forcibly resisting the discomfort in my heart, pinched a piece of jerky and stuffed it into his mouth.　　 sat and chatted with Kun for a while, and Yale, who couldn't stand the sultry heat in the tavern, found an excuse to get up and leave.　　

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

Before, or two years ago, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Wang Court's life, but after two years of duty in the east, he came back and found... the things that were ignored before, now I will see how things are wrong.　　 The life span of the orcs is almost the same, and living to two hundred years is the limit. Of course, it is not easy to live to the end of life in an environment like grassland. Even the tiger clan with relatively better conditions can no longer withstand the cold winter wind after a hundred years of age.

Yale is sixty-six years old this year. He is a young man in the tiger clan. His muscles are as strong as a rock, and his physique is as strong as a tauren. He can also contribute 30 years of "youth" to the Tiger King. There is indeed no doubt about this in life, and I am proud of it.

But now... after contacting the adventurers of those foreign races, Yale's faith has begun to waver-if one day the Tigers get what they want to return to the Far East, what about the grasslands? Will he never come back to the grassland where he was born and raised?　　

The adventurers yearn for the hometown of return, and the "Hometown of the Far East" that the tiger clan wants to return, he hasn't seen the "Hometown of the Far East" since he was born. Does it have the same meaning? Yale couldn't find the answer to this question, and he couldn't even reveal his question to others, because he had discovered that people other than himself did not seem to have doubts about this simple question, which made him feel terrified. He is afraid that only he is different from others.　　

This kind of fear reached its peak when he returned to the royal court he thought he was too familiar with... He found that the slaves coming in and out looked particularly dazzling and made him feel uncomfortable.

This feeling made Yale even more afraid of his uncontrollable thoughts. The tigers began arresting slaves more than 40 years ago, relying on these slaves to grow large tracts of pasture, feed countless cattle and sheep, and cover the unique Tiger King Court on the glassland, he should have been used to all this a long time ago, why does it feel wrong now?　　

Uncontrollable fear made the strong tiger warrior Yale anxious and could not sleep at night.　　

Yale remembered one thing... Decades ago, when he was a cub, he seemed to... have made a friend with the cat clan.　　

What happened to that cubhood friend?　　

Yale can't remember at all, he has forgotten what the cat friend's name is and what he looks like.　　

Where is that friend?　　

Is he, or she, still alive?　　

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

There are not many Tiger soldiers like Yale who voluntarily applied for transfer to the east, and the transfer of the military account came down after ten days. When Yale packed up the packages and was ready to set off, the quartermaster from the military account came to him.　　

The quartermaster did not come alone. He brought a train team, dozens of cats and centaur slaves, and two soldiers who were sent to the east with the same batch of Yale.

"The salt, cloth, and dried meat in the cart are for the supplies of the eastern camp." The quartermaster handed the leather paper with the material list to Yale. "The beans in the next carts are for slaves, and the cats give them a handful. Give the centaur to the three handfuls. Don't untie the rope on the centaur's neck and hoof on the way. No matter what excuses they make, it won't work... The two young men have not been out of the royal court. Yes, Yale." 　　

Yale nodded silently, pinching the supplies list with his fingers, his eyes scanned the dozens of numb cat slaves who followed the convoy intricately, and gritted his teeth subconsciously.

The two young warriors only looked forward to Yale's head. They respected Yale, a young warrior who had performed many tasks. They walked around him all the way and asked curiously what was going on in the camp in the east. Yale worked hard for two days. On the third day, he couldn't help but let the cat slaves whose feet had been frozen to climb onto the truck and sit down, and boiled hot soup for the slaves to eat the jerky that was given to them.　　

"If someone freezes halfway and dies, the loss is the property of the royal court." Yale explained the doubts of the two young fighters.　　

"It turned out to be like this, it should be, and now the slaves are not easy to catch. If one dies, one will be lost." The young Tiger Warrior had no doubts, and agreed, thinking that Yale was really experienced.　　

Yale just smiled without explanation.

In heavy snow, the speed of the sleigh dragged by the centaur is not bad, but the fierce centaur is not as cooperative as the cat clan. As long as it has a little strength, it will cause troubles. No wonder the quartermaster is not worried about letting young people bring it.　　

Stumbling and walking for half a month, when the eastern camp at the end of the horizon can be seen with the naked eye, the snowflakes falling on the fingertips are only the size of beans, and the thick clouds also reveal a few rays of sunlight.

Yale, who was walking in front of the convoy, raised his head to look at the unwarm sunlight that shyly spilled on the snow, and sighed softly, "Winter is going to pass..."

In Huoyan Tribe.

"Winter is going to pass." Xiao Yun walked out. Between the firewood of the kiln, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "From the first snow to today... a full 100 days? Counting the number of days that the snow has melted, this winter is fairly short."

Snow leopard Rosemary followed out softly with his legs, and stared at the sky with bloodshot eyes. He didn't show any emotional interest. He quickly retracted his gaze and stared at Xiao Yun with dead fish eyes: "Ayun, Can I go to sleep? I'm so sleepy." 　　

"Sleep hair, sleep, wait until the kiln is opened. You can see how serious people are doing things with fishbone, why are you so skinny?" Xiao Yun was angry. I grabbed Rosemary by the collar and dragged him to check the cooling condition of the kiln...A few years ago, he couldn't do this at this altitude. He ate well in the past two years, and his height was up. Uncle Ashan's size, not to mention how easy it is to carry a cat clan.

Hmm... It's a pity that Xiao Yun didn't grow taller anymore after he was in line with Uncle Ashan, and the altitude was once again led by the youngest wool... It seems that the deterrent muscle brothers who did not grow into Hongye are expensive.

The yield of this batch of porcelain is pretty good, only less than 20% burned out. After opening the kiln and counting the porcelain, it was returned to the warehouse. Xiao Yun let him go back to sleep with the yawning rosemary, while he went to Balk's. A drill in the laboratory continued to spin like a top.

He didn't study agriculture, he didn't know much about phosphate fertilizers, and he didn't know how many detours he had taken before he could barely reach the laboratory to produce sulfuric acid: Pyrite was boiled and roasted to obtain flue gas containing sulfur dioxide, and the flue gas was purified to remove dust and slag and dried. Then it reacts with oxygen to form sulfur trioxide, and the final sulfur trioxide is combined with water vapor and condensed to obtain a finished product... This process is easy to say, but it is almost rare for Xiao Yun to lose his hair hand by hand.　　

Anyway, 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 the process is operated and what equipment is needed.

Taking the first step, of course, the next step is to study nitric acid naturally... Phosphate fertilizer produced by sulfuric acid alone is too inefficient. If you want to make use of the role of phosphate rock, you have to have both nitric acid and hydrochloric acid; the first industrialized production of nitric acid on earth the Norwegians use the electric arc production method, and they have Balker, a self-propelled dragon-worker discharge coolie. Isn't it wasteful if you don't use it to the extreme...

As for whether Balker is willing to shine for the snow wolf clan's great farming business and become the indispensable first step on the road to the science and technology tree in this process, this is not for him to choose freely-as long as Balker shows a passive mood of sabotage, Xiao Yun had two golden sentences waiting for him, one is "Your father wants to kill you", and the other is "Carlisle finds us natural rubber and I will make a big toy for you to play with", both intimidating and profitable. 　

It was another laboratory struggle. Balker sat bored on the kang and counted his legs. Xiao Yun, who hadn't slept for 30 hours, smirked excitedly while pinching a glass bottle with a small bottle of transparent liquid in his hand.

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

"Only this is of course useless for birds. If sulfuric acid has this effect, it will be great." Xiao Yun squinted. "Don't underestimate this thing. It's more corrosive than your saliva. You can't fight with your dad. If you smash him dozens of bottles, he will be over." 　　

"Huh?!" Balker's eyes suddenly Shiny.

"It's teasing you. It's so messy to fight with such a troublesome thing in the preparation process. Get up, come over and continue to the next step." 　　

Balker's mouth twitched: "...Ayun, do you have any misunderstanding about Dragon killing, a big event that can shock all races? "

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

Balker: "..."