"Changing the magic environment is a big deal." At this moment, Wright was still treating the patient and did not hear the deep meaning of the old mage's words. "The biggest difference between Galloping Horse Plains and other places is the influence of magic turbulence. If it can really make a difference, If we improve, the human race can survive here.”
"The human race can survive here. Aren't you, me, and this camp the human race living on the plains?"
"For them, it can only be considered alive." Wright volunteered to come here to practice, which does not mean that he thinks this is a good environment. "The day when the demon-lovers outside can get a response from the great ones, then the human race can really survive." "Go down"
"Yeah" the mage didn't say anything, but he was saying in his heart that humans can actually live on the plains now, but every noble in the human empire has their own ideas, and they have no experience taking this place into account.
The old mage stopped watching the ascetic's treatment and walked outside the house. He wanted to go out and take a look.
When he reached the first floor, he passed several salt-making rooms. Before he arrived, more than a dozen salt-making pots had been placed in the room. The salt-making pots were all shipped from the Human Empire. There are magic runes on the pot, which can make the whole pot heat better. On the stone bed under the pot, there are magic runes laid on it. Every month, the tribes in the northeast will send coal, which is also produced on the Benma Plain. , the fuel will be spread into the stone bed and used together with the magic pattern plates to heat the cauldron.
There are magic pattern plates on the entire stone bed and cooking pots, which can better save fuel. When a large pot is almost dry, the barbarians and demon supporters will transport the big pot to another stone room. This stone room The floor is paved with heating magic patterns, which can dry out the last bit of moisture.
Gandalf walked to the door of the salt cooking room and happened to see a group of people transporting a large pot that had just been boiled. Because the height of the stone bed was flush with the ground and the fuel pool was dug out, it was very difficult to transport the pot. convenient.
During the transportation of the cauldron, at least 5 demon-possessed people and 5 non-magic people need to cooperate with each other. The demon-possessed people will use iron hooks to hook the handle of the cauldron and pull the iron pot out of the stone bed, while the non-magic people must ensure that the cauldron is transported. The stability of the cauldron.
Usually, with the cooperation of 10 people, the boiling pot can be transported smoothly. However, even so, the transportation process is also the most dangerous process for salt workers. People often get burned or smashed during this time.
"Keep an eye on it, pull it slowly, don't let the mouth of the pot get crooked," a demon holder commanded.
"Be careful"
"Hey, hey, hey." Suddenly one of the demon-free participants slipped and fell. 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 fell. His direction turned away.
"Ah... ah..." The Demonless Man who fell closed his eyes and shouted loudly, as if scalding 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 large salt pan had not 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 prepared to leave.
"What's going on? What's going on?" A voice shouted loudly outside the house, and a huge figure ran over.
The visitor rushed directly into the room where the salt was cooked and was relieved to see that everyone was fine.
"I have long said that the underside of this pot should be repaired, otherwise it will fall too easily!" The speaker was a barbarian. He had a typical build and height of a barbarian, but on his face, he had a big complexion that was rare among barbarians. beard.
"Kul Yagan, can't you help repair it?" said a human demon holder who participated in the transportation.
"I think we don't have enough materials. This cauldron is not made of pig iron. It is forged with a large amount of magic-guiding metal. We can't repair it." The bearded barbarian is called Kuryagan, which is the entire salt mine. Perhaps he is the only barbarian blacksmith in the entire Galloping Horse Plains. He is almost 3 meters tall, has steel-like muscles all over his body, and his strength is even comparable to that of a senior knight.
Kuryagan likes to stay in the salt-making room, likes to watch the runed cauldron boiling salt, and likes to try various kinds of crafts that are called iron arts in Lant's hometown.
Gandalf did not stop for a long time, but continued to walk outside. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw a large amount of coarse salt fired in the workshop being put into sacks sent by the human race. Driven by the barbarians, the demon supporters of the human race were The sacks filled with salt were dropped to a team of pack animals.
Gandalf watched coldly as the barbarians continued to scold the human demon-hussers. Suddenly, the barbarian supervisor saw Gandalf and quickly changed his face and ran over to please him.
"Master Mage? What are your orders?" In the barbarian camp, strength is status, and ordinary barbarians are full of smiles when facing mages and ascetic monks.
"Nothing, just take a look." Gandalf did not elaborate.
"Go, go, go to work." A voice came from behind the overseer. It was the leader of the barbarian tribe in the southwest camp and Touyan's brother.
"Master Mage, please don't mind if the people below are ignorant." The leader was very enthusiastic towards the mage, but he also had a vaguely defensive attitude.
"I remember, the last time Master Touyan came was three months ago, right?"
"Oh? Has it been that long? It seems so. After all, there is an alliance now." The leader felt something was wrong and quickly brushed it off.
"Hasn't there been anyone in the camp recently?"
"Ah... Come on, I've been here before. I was here last night." The leader was sweating a little and looked at the beast team. "You guys! Be gentle, don't break the bag!"
"Grandpa Master, I'm going to take care of something first." The leader laughed and ran away immediately.
Of course he was lying just now. No one had come to the camp outside for a long time. The last time anyone came was when the old priest sent someone to inform him that a large number of cavalry would be removed from the camp to support Touyan in the near future.
He, the old priest and the head goose were all very afraid of Gandalf. They knew that if there was anyone in the salt mine who could mobilize the entire human race to attack them, it would be Gandalf.
Therefore, they had to hide the situation of Gandalf's Gray Goose invasion from the south and the fact that his camp was now empty of troops.
But what Touyan really wants him to hide is the secret of their journey south. Touyan still remembers the conversation his brother had with him the last time he came to the salt mine camp.
"Are we going to open another salt mine?"
"Yes, it's not just human slave mining, but prairie people also need to participate."
"Why? Isn't that Lanya taking care of things well now?"
"Okay! She takes care of things very well. Think about it, if there were no you and me in this camp, would the salt mine produce less salt every month?"
"of course not"
"What if she's gone?"
"This...I'm afraid our Gray Goose will be in chaos, but...but all humans obey her arrangements."
“So I’m going south. Do you think I’m going south just to fight that maned wolf?
No, I want to contain him, and then sweep his vassal's territory, so that I can get at least 7 or 80 Demon Holders. The two nobles we are facing, the dragon Lot and Galloping Horse, can also provide at least 50 The demon possessor. "
"This is not enough"
"Of course, there are also the demon supporters that I have sold to various small and medium-sized tribes over the years. Now that I am taking the young and old of their tribes with us to fight with Gray Goose, their slaves must also be sold to us. This is another 100 people. We still have 30 people of our own.”
"You...have you thought about it all?"
"Yes, that mage and that woman have turned the entire human race in the salt mine into a tribe over the years. If there is no conflict between the human races, they will have conflicts with us in the future.
Therefore, we must build another human camp that is not close to them and let them fight with each other. Only by allowing the conflicts within the human race to continue, can we sit back and relax. "
