"It's a big deal to change the magic environment." At this moment, Wright was still treating the patient, and he did not hear the profound meaning in the old mage's words. "The biggest difference between the galloping horse plain and other places is the impact of magic turbulence. If it really can be done, it can be done.

If you improve, the human race can survive here.”

"The human race can survive here as soon as it comes. Are you, me, the camp the human race that lives on the plains?"

"For them, it can only be considered alive." Wright came here to practice voluntarily, which does not mean that he thought this was a good environment. "One day the demon-bearer outside can get the response from the great man, then the human race can really survive

Go down”

"Well" the mage didn't say anything, but he was saying in his heart that the human race can actually live on the plains now, but every noble in the human empire has his own ideas, and they have no experience and care about this.

The old monk no longer watched the monk's treatment and walked outside the house. He wanted to go out and take a look.

When he reached the first floor, he passed by several salt making rooms. Before he arrived, more than a dozen salt-making pots were placed here. The salt-making pots were transported from the human empire, and each bite was

There are magic runes on the pot, which can make the whole pot better heat. The magic rune version laid on the stone bed below the pot. Every month, tribes in the northeast will send coal, and are also produced on the Prancing Horse Plain.

, the fuel will be laid into the stone bed and heated into a cooking pot with the magic pattern board.

The entire stone bed and the cooking pot have magic pattern boards, which can better save fuel. When a large pot is close to dry, the barbarians and demon-bearers will transport the big pot to another stone chamber, this stone chamber

The floor is covered with heated 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 big pot that had just been cooked. Because the height of the stone bed was flush with the ground and the fuel pool was dug out from the bottom, the cooking pot was very good when transporting it.

convenient.

During the transportation of the big pot, at least 5 demon-bearers and 5 demon-free people need to cooperate with each other. The demon-bearers will hook the handle of the big pot with an iron hook and pull the iron pot out of the stone bed. The demon-bearers must ensure that

The smoothness of the cauldron.

Usually, the cooking pot can be transported smoothly with the cooperation of 10 people. However, even so, the transportation process is also the most prone process for salt workers to cause danger. People are often burned or smashed at this time.

"You guys watch it, pull it slowly, don't let the pot get crooked," a demon-bearer directed.

"Be careful"

"Hey hey hey" Suddenly, a demon-free person suddenly slipped under his feet and fell asleep. He originally used a wooden stick to push the side wall of the cooking pot to ensure the stability of the cooking pot. As soon as he slipped, the cooking pot suddenly turned to

His direction was tilted.

"Ah...ah..." The fallen demon-free man closed his eyes and shouted loudly, as if the hot hot salt had fallen on him, but he struggled for a long time, as if he was not injured, so

He opened his eyes and saw that the large salt pot did not fall down.

It was Gandalf who used the magic of the mage's hand to stabilize the pot. 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 shouted loudly, and a huge figure ran over.

The visitor rushed into the salt-boiling room and was relieved to see that everyone was fine.

"I have long said that the bottom of this pot should be repaired, otherwise it would be too easy to fall!" The person who spoke was a barbarian. He had a typical physique and height of a barbarian, but on his face, he had a rare big deal that was rare to barbarians.

beard.

"Kuryagan, can't you help me repair it?" said a human demon-bearer who participated in the transportation.

"I think, we don't have enough materials. This big pot is not cast by cast iron. It is forged with a large amount of magic metal. We can't repair it." The big bearded barbarians called Kuryagan, which is the entire salt mine.

Perhaps he is the only barbarian blacksmith on the entire Running Horse Plain. He is nearly 3 meters tall, has a steel-like muscle, and his strength is even comparable to that of a high-level knight.

Kuryagan likes to stay in the salt making room, watch the large pot with runes to cook salt, and likes to try various objects that are called iron art in the hometown of Rand.

Gandalf did not stop for a long time, but continued to walk out. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw a large amount of coarse salt fired from the workshop being put into the sacks sent by the human race. Driven by the barbarians, the human race's demon-bearers were

The sacks filled with salt were transported to the side of a team of pack beasts.

Gandalf looked coldly as the barbarians kept scolding the demon-bearers of the human race. Suddenly the barbarian supervisor saw Gandalf, and hurriedly changed his face and tried to please him and ran over.

"Swear Master? What are your instructions?" In the barbarian camp, strength is status. Ordinary barbarians are full of smiles when facing mages and monks.

"Nothing, just take a look," Gandalf didn't say in detail.

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

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

"I remember, the last time Lord Head Goose came was 3 months ago?"

"Oh? Have you been that long? It seems so, after all, there is a Manghui now." The leader was in a bad mood and quickly went over it.

“Have there been no one coming to the camp recently?”

"Ah... Come, come, I've been here last night." The head man was sweating a little, and he looked at the beast team. "You guys! Give me a little gentler, don't break the bag!"

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

Of course he was lying just now. There has been no one in the camp outside for a long time. The last time the old priest sent someone to inform him that the camp will draw a large number of cavalry support geese in the near future.

Whether it was him, the old priest and the leader, they were very afraid of Gandalf. They knew that if there was really someone in the salt mine who could raise his arms and instigate the entire human race to attack them, it would be Gandalf.

So they had to hide from Gandalf's Grey Goose's invasion south, from the fact that his troops were now empty in the camp.

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

"We want to open another salt mine?"

"Yes, it's not just the human slave mining, but the grassland people also need to participate."

"Why? Isn't that Lanniya very good now?"

"Okay! She's doing it so well. Think about it, if you and me are gone in this camp, will there be less salt in the salt mine every month?"

"Of course not"

"What about her without her?"

"This... I'm afraid our gray geese will be in chaos, but... but all the human race obeyed her arrangements."

"So I'm going south. Do you think I'm going south to fight that mane wolf?

No, I want to restrain him and then sweep the territory of his vassals, so that at least 7,80 demon-bearers can be obtained. The two noble masters we face, Roth and the galloping horse, can provide at least 50.

The demon-bearer.”

“This is not enough”

"Of course, there are still demon-bearers in various small and medium-sized tribes over the years. Now, I have brought the old and young people of their tribe to fight with us, and their slaves must be sold to us. There are another 100 people,

We have 30 people in our own right.”

"You...you have thought about it?"

"Yes, over the years, that mage and that woman turned the entire human race in the salt mine into a tribe. There was no conflict between the human race, and there would be conflicts with us in the future.

Therefore, we must establish a human camp that is not close to them, so that they can fight each other. Only by constantly conflicting within the race can we rest assured."
Chapter completed!