Wolf King

"Only the fox, wing, deer, and pika are the only farm machines that are self-made and put into use?"

Xiao Yun glanced at the "Far East Agricultural Machinery Extension Plan Report" compiled by Primo and written in wool, and his brows are frowned: "Are these big tribes such as elephant, ape, and lion not tempted?"

"It's not indifferent, it's not urgent enough." Primo said. "Early tribes of the Far East and powerful ethnic groups all have good territories, and the imperial taxes are not as heavy as the human race. The beast emperor only charges ten. The third tax is the relatively low cost of survival. Naturally, there is no urgent need to increase productivity without external pressure."

After a pause, Primo showed a smug smile: "But... after I spread the news that the Wing tribe used agricultural machinery to carry out Xia Geng, before we left, the Xiang clan had sent people to the Wing clan to observe."

Mr. Sean touched his chin for a moment, and said, "In this way, these big clans are still watching."

"It must be cautious. The mines in the Far East are all possessed. Even the more powerful lions, if they intend to make their own agricultural machinery, the investment will not be low." Primo nodded.

Xiao Yun turned two more pages, and suddenly his expression changed, and he looked up at Primo, his eyes scorching: "Tell me about the tea bear, Primo."

"The tea bear promised that if the caravan on the prairie could open up the trade route with the Dorsey Mountains, then they would put the deal with the prairie people before Lamia." Primo said that he was also very proud This is one of the more successful tasks he did on this trip.

"I'm talking about the details! Everything you experienced during entering the Tea Bear Territory, no matter what the details!" Xiao Yun beckoned hungrily.

Primo: "?"

Although it is doubtful why Xiao Yun would be so interested in the tea bear, Primo introduced the trip to the Dosi Mountains in detail...

Xiao Yun heard the old, old tea bear patriarch who kept his vitality in the form of a beast. He took a piece of paper and used a brush to paint a panda holding a bamboo nibble, and flicked at Primo's face: " Is the tea bear's beast like this?"

"...Uh, almost. But the tea bear doesn't nibble the bamboo." Primo looked at the cute sketch, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Then Primo & Sean saw Xiao Yun pounding the table hard, and sighed with regret in particular: "How come the tea bear is not a prairie man! At first, the beast emperor did not exile tea bears together!"

"Hey, you control it..." Mr. Sean couldn't stand it anymore. "How much hatred do you have for the tea bear!"

"Don't misunderstand, just ask for nothing." Xiao Yun immediately retorted, "Diligent and clever are also cute, who doesn't like this race?"

"It's a terrible thing to be liked by you." Primo vomited.

"Let's talk about the matter." Xiao Yun's face straightened in his face. "To what extent will the relationship with the tribes of the Far East be the most beneficial to us, we need to consider carefully."

Primo & Sean: "..."

It's been so many years. I'm still a little unaccustomed to this kind of faceless and skinless style that ignores the feelings of others and quickly changes the topic.

An undead mage, a snow werewolf, and a human whispered the Far East strategy head-to-head, and occasionally came up with extremely evil words. Whoever inadvertently hears a few words specifies that these three goods in the house must be a conspiracy~ Subversion ~ The villain of the world...

"The Lions are really too tuned to teach~" After discussing it, facing the obstacles in the Far East strategy and being lazy to the sky, Xiao Yun commented, "This kind of powerful ambition lacks limited value, we The strategy should be adjusted appropriately."

"Do you think the Lions can't bear the heavy responsibility?" Mr. Sean surprised.

The decay of large trees often starts from within. From an external point of view, the beast emperor is the emperor of the Far East who command the orc clan, but in fact the beast emperor actually controls only the black bear family. The moon bear and the white bear are more like a cooperative relationship. On this point, the three have a consensus Yes, the strategic direction of the Far East is based on this principle.

"That's not the case... The promotion of agricultural machinery is already very clear. In the Far East, the weak race has more desperate courage to "change"." Xiao Yun flashed his eyes.

There was no outsider on the scene, Xiao Yun did not need scrupulous wording, and frankly said: "These seeds of'seeking change' need to be properly'protected' before they grow up. Even the movements of Cronin in the southern continent are clear. Beast Emperor, sooner or later will know that the prairie people in the cursed place reached out to his empire. At that time, the most contacted prairie people like us who are "uncommon" are the strong clan like the lion, or the weak clan like the wing Clan and Beast Emperor will naturally be treated differently."

Primo looked weird: "You mean, put the lion clan as a signboard? Is this too obvious, the lion clan elders are not all waste."

"So we have to seize the time and use the springboard of the lion to contact the big races like the elephant, ape, and even the white bear and the moon bear." Xiao Yun smiled. "It's not just the strong people who are close to us who are in touch with the prairie people It’s a family of lions, how can we say that we used lions?"

"When the beast emperor needs to fight Liwei's group is too large, where should he fist fist? Can this kind of strike still achieve his political purpose?"

The premise of killing chickens and monkeys is that there are fewer chickens and more monkeys, and weaker monkeys are stronger. The premise of cutting down Liwei is that this benefit will have little effect on the strength of his own group. When the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty conquered the Huns, could he kill Weiqing? Are you kidding me?

Sean & Primo: "..."

Although it is very evil, but there is nothing wrong...

Xiao Yun said everything to this extent. The old men Sean and Primo did not give up in vain. They quickly appointed the Lions as the first partner, and the other Far Eastern Qiangs as the first partner. The traditional "diplomatic" fox family of the Bear Wings and even the Snow Werewolves must avoid the three-foot strategic direction.

"In this case, is it necessary to increase the support for the economic development of the Golden Plains?" Primo, who abandoned discipline, did not shy away.

"Let's start with a project with little goals, such as the promotion of Miaoxian Juice and the cooperation of dairy products." Xiao Yun thought about it and shook his head. "Not every race has the opportunity to create a unique industry, and agriculture is for all races." The foundation. The agricultural development of the wing and fox ethnic groups can make beautiful achievements, and it is more attractive to other strong ethnic groups than the lion family.

Mr. Sean nodded and said, "If the gap between our lions and other strong clan is too big, then obviously we will have problems first, but it will not produce the effect we need."

Primo suddenly realized that this was also to avoid being unwieldy and uneven. It is not the same thing to know certain principles and to be able to apply anytime, anywhere, even he was negligent.

Encourage an incentive mechanism within one's own, a little different treatment to encourage subordinates to work hard to go forward; still trying to attract others, they began to engage in unfair treatment, how unwilling to let others come on their own boat ~!

Preferential treatment of the elderly did not say that the newcomers who drank the soup could not help seeing the elderly eating half of the meat and losing half of it. There can be a gap, not too big!

"If the Lions are an ambitious race, they don't have to be so troublesome. Help them to create conditions, they can start storms in the Far East." Xiao Yun spread his hand, "Since the Lions can't count on it, we naturally have to be flexible. Can't be brain-minded."

"Indeed, to me, the Moon Bears are more interested in the position of the King of the Far East than the Lions." Primorius took the ground with disbelief. "Even if the Tigers who have filled their lives in the underground world are sent to the Far East, Are more decent than the lions."

Since last year, Yale, the tiger accountant, fled his headquarters, the Tiger King and the remaining tiger warriors have been lingering in the underground world for more than half a year.

Soon after the fire department suffered a flood, Mumu, who was squatting in a dungeon to open a shop, sent the news back... The Tiger King has fallen into a head-on conflict with the Dwarf King.

The death of such a clan king has not attracted much attention. In last month's "Continental Travels", only a dark elf ranger raised a mouth... The tiger clan that shed a lot of blood for the dark elf, to The last thing won is just a word in the travel notes.

The fate of the declining tribes is mostly like this. The fallen leaves that are corrupted in the soil are not fortunate for everyone.

"Maybe this is the style of the lion." Mr. Sean did not care about the tiger king who quietly disappeared from this world. He mentioned the atmosphere of the lion. He remembered his past and smiled with nostalgia. While traveling to Bradrick's mainland next door, the lions there also opened my eyes."

Primo did not agree with Mr. Sean turning himself into an undead, and mocked him when he seized the opportunity: "You can only now recall the scenery of the mainland of Bradrick, Sean. If you live on that land, , Those lunatics in the Holy Land referee can get sick immediately."

"Yeah, the Holy Land's dislike of dark creatures is more exaggerated than the Dark Elves and Tauren touched on it." Sean first echoed, and then turned around, "Primo, what do you think of the Black Warrior?"

Primo: "?"

"Based on my brief experience in the Devil Realm, the undead creature Black Warrior fits you quite well." Mr. Sean smiled with a smile.

"What a joke!" Primo didn't jump.

"But if I remember correctly, your life span is almost the same." Mr. Sean raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready? Will it become dust after two or three years?"

Primo looked dull.

"Plimo, neither Sean nor I want to see you become a corpse." Xiao Yun also said, "Maybe you have to think about it... different forms of life exist, but they are not as you think. Taboo by everyone."

Mr. Sean’s soul was taken back to the material world by Hodgson after being actively fallen into the demon world, and transformed into a Necromancer with his own body. At that time, the knight collar in Isaac had tossed for more than half a month to get it.

To complete this undead reincarnation ritual, my soul must be very strong and strong enough to be accepted by the demon world after the fall, instead of dissipating immediately after leaving the body to protect... This weak chicken is worthless even if it is transformed into an undead.

Next, it was the soul who had been helped by the black magician to return to the physical world. His body must be protected. If it is rotten and smelly, it will be disgusting... Xiao Yun temporarily made a big freezer for this.

The principle of the reincarnation of the undead is to turn the body into an undead (zombie) container that contains the soul after the life span of the body is unsustainable.

This black magic was modified by the magicians from the lich transformation. The difference is that the lich can put most of his own soul into the life box, and a small part of the soul into the body. As long as the life box is not destroyed, the soul can be Immortal, to achieve a purpose similar to eternal life.

However, only high-level black magicians can do things like splitting one's own soul... so only black magicians can turn into lich. It was for this reason that Xiao Yun suggested that Mr. Sean be sprayed into the face when he proposed to transform Lich.

Primo couldn't laugh at all, and replaced him with someone who persuaded him to degenerate into an undead. He couldn't do it if he drew a dagger and barreled it over. Instead, he's really temperless, and he doesn't know Sean and Ayun is for his good.

"Let's talk about it later." The old man arrogantly said, "Maybe my life will be no regrets, and I have no love for the world."

Hodgson knew that Sean had something to talk about and took the initiative to avoid the mobile home.

When Xiao Yun's three secretly rubbed the bad water, he was carrying his hands on his back and took a serious walk in the tribe.

The busiest post-disaster reconstruction has passed, followed by an autumn harvest that is much more leisurely than in previous years...Mr. Sean can even help the hilly new district to cooperate with a group of hand-held harvesting that can be used by female workers. When the machine comes out to test, it can be seen how low this year's autumn harvest labor intensity is.

Of course, the autumn harvest does not mean that everyone can idle and do nothing. In order to achieve the purpose of drought prevention and drainage, Xiao Yun decided to dig the swamp in the southern part of the tribe into an artificial lake with a diameter of not less than six kilometers, so everyone in the tribe It was devastated-even the wool and rosemary that had just returned were kicked and dredged on the construction site.

The hunch of wool is all right~!

Anyway, Hodgson walked among the tribes in the middle of the day, and after walking half a circle, I only saw the horns that were busy pruning the branches of the blessing tree...

Hodgson stopped as he passed the wall surrounded by blessing trees.

The two blessing trees that have been carefully served by the horns for several years have grown quite vigorously. After the spring of this year, there have been two small green fruits between the leaves of the blessing branches that have not been seen for many years.

Hodgson stood outside the wall and stared at the two fruits on the tree that had grown for half a year before reaching the child's fist. His eyes were particularly deep.

He once saw a high-elven language record in the ivory tower. The ancestors with pointed ears claimed that the blessing tree came from a certain kind of wood spirit in the devil world. How many years did the high elf Druid work hard to cultivate it. This kind of Devil Wood Spirit grows on the material plane... This irresponsible bragging of Hodgson is unbelievable anyway, bringing the kind of Devil Wood Spirit that will inevitably cause a shock to the material plane? These sharp ears are really bragging, not afraid of broken leather.

It is said that the native crops grafted with the leaves and leaves of the demon wood spirit are similar.

Seeing the blessing tree with his own eyes, Hodgson believes this conclusion even more. The leaves of the blessed tree have the characteristics of a few devil plants, but the branches, trunk, and even the roots that Hodgson secretly examined with spiritual strength are no different from native birch.

Um... this kind of detail was discovered by Hodgson, a fourth-order black magician, and he did not hesitate to confirm, because he can indeed go to the devil...

"The Tree of Wishes, the original name of this high elf, the forest elf also found it inappropriate, and changed into a lucky tree, a blessing tree." Hodgson's eyes narrowed, and his mind turned to such a thought of not much respect for the elven tribe, "If you can have the subtle characteristics of wood spirit, then you can really show a little "divine nature", but most of them are more pure energy essences, which have the effect of removing pain, increasing strength, and slightly extending life."

As a high-level magician, Hodgson is naturally not very worthy of this kind of gadget that only has the effect similar to the magic of blessing... Although the forest elf does not brag about the effectiveness of the blessing tree fruit, this thing can indeed kill the seriously injured at a critical moment. It can indeed sell ten times the high price of gold, but in the final analysis it is so.

The sight fell on the horns trimming the leaves, and Hodgson showed a little interest.

Although the Wood Spirit comes from the Devil Realm, it is recognized as the most divine creature. However, the growth of the Wood Spirit, from the most powerful greedy **** flower to the weakest Devourer, vaguely has the ability to borrow from the "power of the rule" Talent.

I don't know which kind of wood spirit's blessing tree has been grafted, should also have similar instincts.

"The fruit of the blessing tree planted by the forest elf larvae is an energy essence containing the power of blessing, so what can the snow werewolf grow?"

Hodgson had just thought about this, and then heard the horns inside the wall suddenly jump "Peng" to the ground, and screamed "ah".

Hodgson's expression condensed, a breeze gathered at his feet, his body fluttered lightly, and he looked at the horns squatting under the tree with concern.

The horns were holding a cyan skin and a blessed fruit of blessings, and the whole person was particularly nervous: "How did it fall when I touched it lightly?! Is it grown? There are bugs?"

Hodgson: "..."