My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Ma Long asked with some doubts—burn the big tree down?It's not feasible...how to control the fire?If the whole tree is lit, isn't it time to find a new goal?

"I have asked people to go back to the town to fetch water, dig out some of the soil here, make it mud, and put it on the trunk to prevent the fire from spreading upward. It's just that for such an old tree, it is estimated that there is a lot of sap in the trunk. Very, it may be a time-consuming and labor-intensive task."

De Jong explained-he intends to ignite the entire underside of the big tree, and then use wet mud to block the fire from spreading upward; after the trunk is burned a little, it will naturally not be able to bear the weight of the trunk and canopy. Will fall down by itself.

"Then start quickly, we are in a hurry."

Ma Long nodded—he had no better way, and could only do as De Jong said.

"Okay!"

De Jong responded, then waved to the militia and refugees behind him, and started preparations for burning the tree trunk.

When the cool water from the well was taken, De Jong instructed the refugees to make the soil that had been dug out long ago into thin mud, and carefully wiped it on the trunk of the giant tree.

"Wipe some here too."

Ma Long said to De Jong, pointing to the west of the tree trunk.

"Here? But here is the part we want to burn!"

De Jong asked suspiciously-the part Malone was referring to was the lower part of the trunk, the part that the refugees were going to ignite with fire.

"Spread this half and burn only the other part. When it can't be burned, use an axe. After losing balance, the tree will fall by itself, which saves effort."

Malone explained simply.

"Right!"

De Jong nodded excitedly, and then yelled a few words at the refugees, telling them to do what Ma Long said quickly.

The militiamen ignited the torches taken from the night town-this thing is relatively scarce, belongs to the controlled material, usually locked in the warehouse, and the key there is only the mayor Elro Eberlock alone. Have.

Some refugees collected a large number of dead leaves, dead branches, and withered vines from the surrounding woods. They were all piled up at the roots of this giant tree—living wood is difficult to ignite, but with the help of these dead plants, this The process will become simpler.

"Fire it!"

De Jong drove the refugees far away, and then took the torch from a militiaman and lit the dead branches and fallen leaves piled up at the roots of the giant trees.

Dry plants are very easy to burn. Soon, the crackling sounds sounded, and the fire was bright. Many wild mice and hares living in the tree holes rushed out and quickly fled to the depths of the woods; these small animals can still run. , Those slow-moving bugs are unlucky, don't know how many have turned into fuel.

The burning of the dead leaves gave out a lot of smoke, which went straight to the canopy. On top of Ma Long's head, a large group of birds made a chirping sound. After a sound of flapping their wings, they all flew away.

Of course, the eggs in the nest... probably can't be kept.

It is really difficult to burn the growing trees. Soon, the dead leaves and branches have burned to fine ash, but the trunk of the giant tree is only charred.

"Go, go!"

De Jong took the lead in picking up an axe, leading a group of militiamen to catch up, aiming at the scorched tree trunk and slashing fiercely.

After a sharp chop, the charred bark turned into debris flying everywhere, revealing the white inner stems inside.

"Keep going!"

De Jong commanded vigorously, and the refugees piled up the newly collected dead branches again at the roots of the giant trees and set them on fire again.

Just like this, the new tree tissue is continuously being scorched and then cut off by the axe. The original thick trunk is also slowly but visibly cut towards the center.

Not far to the north of this big tree, Robin and Paul, with another team of militiamen and refugees, were doing the same thing with another big tree in the same way.(To be continued.)

99

Although these militiamen and refugees have not eaten breakfast because they wake up early, they are still doing a lot of work-these refugees, after they survived the orc invasion, although they are not completely safe, they have begun to help them. The compatriots who were still under the threat of orc attacks did everything they could.

Human beings are indeed selfish under certain circumstances, but selfishness is not the foundation of human beings in this crisis-filled world-only unity can make human beings become stronger and stronger, and eventually become independent in the world of Azeroth. The forest.

But Vera certainly wouldn't make these workers hungry for too long-soon Vera and the women who stayed in the night town turned into these tree-cutting refugees and brought breakfast.

"You guys got up really early! We started cutting trees without waiting for us to prepare breakfast!"

Vera handed the basket full of bread to De Jong, and said with a smile-of course, this "you" does not include Malone-Vera knows exactly what Sir Lothar did last night What, when did you wake up this morning?

"Vera, here you are... ahem, come here."

It was just time for Ma Long to rest. He saw Vera coming over and waved her aside, calling her aside.

"What are you doing?"

Vera wiped her hands on her apron, with a smile on her face, and asked softly.

"Um...what did you and Altea say?"

Although Malone felt embarrassed, he still asked cheeky-he and Altea were caught in bed by Vera this morning. Although nothing happened, Vera's daughter Maria was still lying on her own. With Altea, if Vera had an opinion in his heart, Malone felt that he had to know what he had said to Altea, at least...to help Altea share some.

"Guess what?"

Vera gave Malone a white look, her voice full of ridicule.

"how could I know……"

Ma Long could only smile awkwardly-where would he go to guess this thing?Who knows what women will say when they get together?

"Okay, okay, I'm not troubled for you... We didn't say anything. If you want to know, ask Altea yourself! But...Sir Lothar, next time you want to bring Altea back When you stay overnight, remember to tell me in advance. I will be optimistic about Maria."

Vera chuckled, then said to Malone.

Bring Altea back for the night?

——Ma Long was stunned for a moment before he realized what Vera meant.

"No, no...no need, we...Altea also likes Maria very much. Me too...just whatever the kids like."

Ma Long said quickly.

"You also know that Maria is a child! Anyway, Sir Lothar, tell me before this happens next time. Are you not afraid to teach the children?"

Vera snorted softly, then turned around, slender waist and gently moved away from Malone's side.

The young Sir Lothar stayed in place with a black line-Vera is very good, and she never needs to worry about her clothes and housework in the room; but... she is also sensitive to male/female matters. It's too high... How come she can see everything she thinks clearly?

...

The axe slashed and burned, and after a busy day, the two giant trees were about to be brought down.

Malone rubbed his palms-even him.After swinging the axe almost without stopping for a day, he also felt deeply tired; blood marks had been worn out on the jaws of his hands, and the palms of his palms were a little scratched.

Ma Long is not the most embarrassed of the refugees, but all the efforts are worth it.