The Defeated Dragon

Are wild beasts afraid of fire?

This is a rather interesting question.

Gaultai shook his head and disagreed: “Beasts are not all afraid of fire, and some animals may even be curious about fire, let alone warcraft of fire properties that are naturally close to the source of fire. ”

"I don't think this is necessarily the way to go," Marcus thought. "Of course the little fire doesn't scare the beast, but the pine branches burn the fire, believing that even the fire attribute Warcraft doesn't want to get close. The pine branches cut by the logging team are not of great value, we want trunks. ”

Around the fire, the discussion lasted a minute.

Blair then added: "We can involve the hunters of small towns in cutting trees, setting traps around them, and maybe not against the monsters, but at least one early warning role, combined with the fire heap, is believed to be enough to keep the logging serfs safe. ”

Ultimately, Lister slapped the board: “Fire heaps, traps, that's something worth trying, but don't ignore a crop in Flower Town. ”

“What crop?” Everyone is curious.

“Smoky weed. ”

“Smoky weed? Oh, my God, how could you forget this horrible grass?” Gaultai immediately exaggerated the dance of his hands, "I believe that as long as a little smoky weed is lit, even a dragon, it will be smoked away. That smell... Lister, the smell you burned at the milk farm, is still fresh in my memory! ”

Dragons don't get fumigated, they get attracted instead.

Lester narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Gaultai's expression, convinced that the other party was merely raising the matter unconsciously, rather than asking for details.

On the day of the Invisible Dragon invasion, the burning of smoked weed, the cow who died on the dairy farm, the destroyed beacon, and the high and sharp dragon roar were all suspicious to others.

But Lester said not to ask.

So they can only keep these doubts at the bottom of their hearts until they forget.

“I am also convinced of this, when studying smoked herb, I sprinkled a little smoked herb juice on the nose of the green rabbit, which suffered for two days and almost got sick.” Isaiah nodded profoundly, and the blue rabbit was his ride, a green horse.

“So…”

Lester put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and stopped eating: "Flames, traps, and smoky weeds, three measures to protect the logging team and ensure the beast can't hurt anyone. This work, Mr. Gaultai, Mr. Marcus, you work with each other to make sure it's all right. ”

“Yes, my lord!” Marcus Command.

Gaultai nodded quickly: “Leave it to me, Lester. ”

Lister went on to say, "Besides, the value of the smoked herb, we finally found it, so the smoked herb on the north side of the flower farm, I decided to reclaim it and expand the scale of smoked herb cultivation. Teacher Gaultai, you need to come up with a plan and implement it as soon as possible. ”

“Maybe we don't have enough wasteland to reclaim. Gaultai hesitated to say," The number of serfs is seriously lacking, the original number of serfs is low, oyster tunnels have been diverted, lumberjacks, road repair teams and apprentices from small town shops, even knights, castle servants, have diverted many serfs. ”

He reached out and bent his fingers one by one: “Corn grass, poppy fields, tulips… and the large quantities of seeds you traded, beets, cauliflower, onions, coriander, all of which need to be planted by serfs, I think at least a thousand more serfs. ”

There are no agricultural tools, and the way to reclaim wasteland is to cultivate fires with knives.

Farming is an energy-intensive task that requires many serfs to sustain the normal growth of crops and vegetables. If the serfs are not enough, the fields cannot be planted.

“If mechanized, a dozen people can plant all the fields in Flower Town. ”

Lester often fantasized about taking Flower Town into the farm model of American farmers, with mega-machines driving in boundless farmland.

Nothing but fantasy. There are few shovels and hoes in Flower Town today.

So he didn't force Gaultai to grow quickly: “Then come up with a plan, divide the acres, and wait until you have enough people to start planting. ”

“as you wish. ”

……

Lumberjack site.

More than thirty lumberjacks, in pairs of two or two, cut large trees with axes, and it has to be said that the serfs who work hard all year round are still very strong and the trees are cut efficiently.

Lister rode on the Dragon Horse and watched slowly.

On the other hand, Marcus is leading a team of knights, picking up the chopped pine branches and dragging them to three fire heaps in the woods. The fire ignites the fire, protecting the logging site in a triangle.

There are hunters making traps outside the fire heap.

Occasionally you can hear birds screaming in the depths of the woods without any dangerous atmosphere, only images of hot flames in the sky. But Lester hasn't relaxed, and the smoke mission hints are obvious, and there will be warcraft invading the logging site. I just don't know when this invasion will happen.

“O Warcraft, two have been killed since I came to Flowertown. ”

A tyrannical dog that had just finished producing and yet to regain its vitality, and a wind falcon that had fought with the fruit monkeys to exhaustion, did not have much intense fighting and belonged to the form of leak pickup.

The only windsword wolf in front of the conflict fled to Thorn Ridge, just wandering a bullet.

He now looks forward to the forthcoming invasion of the Beast. This time, he wonders what kind of beast he will encounter, if there will be a battle, and if he can kill another beast - the meat of the Beast - will taste much better than ordinary beasts, more magical nourishment, Lester loves it.

The sun shines hot, there's no wind silk, and even in the shade, it doesn't feel so cool.

The temper of the fire attribute circulated in the meridian, his hands resting on the handle of the sword of red blood, his eyes crossed the shadow of the ground, he felt himself now boiling in war.

In his personal style, it is estimated that it would be difficult to go to battlefield for a Knight's Strike, and in order to show nobility, he would probably have to look for the Warcraft - in such a crowded environment, well prepared, and with Marcus on his side, wouldn't it be the best opportunity to perform?

“Come quickly, my long sword is hungry and thirsty! ”

Soo

He suddenly drew half the red blood sword and tried to pull it out twice, but felt less serious, so he was ready to plug it back in. But at this moment, through the pine branches burned “crackle” sound, a slightly more prominent "crackle” sound came from the distance to quickly attract his attention.

Also visiting the surrounding Marcus, the noise was apparently noticed, lightly shouted: “Vigilance! ”

Pull out the short gun and approach the sound outgoing direction.

Lester grips the handle of the Red Blood Sword, and the blue pupil of the gemstone in his eyes rotates like a whirlpool, and the Magic Eye has been deployed.

Soon, he was in a few grass areas and saw faint traces of magic.

Once you recognize them, you'll recognize three beasts!

“Marcus, come back!” Listerso pulled out the red blood sword and drank it loudly. "There are three warcraft fifty meters away from the front! ”