Chapter 31 Trouble comes again (1)

The escape of the Necromancer and the passing of the church's alternate saint are just small episodes after all.

As long as it did not hinder Yang Dashuan's affairs, he would be too lazy to worry about it. The entire territory was developing in an orderly manner, and the farmland was opened up to 20 acres before it stopped. If it weren't for the fact that there were two months before the spring flowers bloomed, Leren would have wanted to sow all the three-season rice.

In the warm sun that is rare in winter, Lao Yang will also take some effort to manage the group of slaves who are as casual as wild dogs.

With the current number of people, insufficient combat power has always been a constraint on the development of the territory. After seeing the destructive power of the frost dragon in every move, Yang Dashuan had serious concerns about the future development direction of the territory.

All the trees outside Maple Leaf Village were cut down, and there were a lot of wooden rakes in the village.

The elves and their lives are sensitive to direction, allowing them to play art of killing archery like this.

As for the slaves, in addition to building town halls according to the drawings every day, they have another lesson from this - how to cause the enemy the greatest damage in fighting.

The slaves in Maple Leaf Village used crappy weapons, and Yang Dashuan was really reluctant to hand over the weapons found from the mine to them for use in the exercise. The guy used by Thad was the weapon of the last ogre Boss, a completely stone mace. The stick was covered with irregular and beautiful stone thorns, hard and sharp. With his strength, a calf was smashed to pieces at least not a problem.

As for the other slaves, they were so shabby, all of them were wooden sticks. According to Lao Yang's instructions, the front end of the stick was covered with rivets as thick as fingers. Although it was not beautiful, it was at least practical.

Alice smacked her lips when she saw it.

She really couldn't imagine that such a group of crappy Maple Leaf Village Self-Defense Forces would repel waves of robbers who invaded the territory.

"In order to increase the lethality of our weapons, we like to apply poison to the blade. However, the official control of poison is very strict, and we can only buy some from the witch doctor." Alice said. "If there is that thing, it will be done, at least you don't have to worry about dealing with robbers!"

Alice, who suffered the pain of the ogres in the wilderness, couldn't help but get angry when she thought of those robbers.

"I heard that the Drow elves will extract poison from the gland sacs of spiders and venomous snakes." Leren also remembered. "Although the toxicity is not as powerful as that of the monarch, it is unavoidable. For example, let's talk about the Dragon Clan. The dragon Clan has very high toxicity. No matter how large the dose is used, it will not be effective. But I heard that the poison refined by the best Drow elves can paralyze a black dragon in hell."

"Why are you so troublesome?" Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes, "Aren't they all poison? Pull a piece of linen, sprinkle lime, pour tinder oil. If you go in with a white knife, you will die! However, our territory is very short of these two things, and making poison is always a troublesome thing. We are either going to kill the dragon, but the crappy robbers on the wasteland. They still have two heads on their heads, but they will just cut them down and let me burp them."

"Master, many of us ogres have two heads." Thade interrupted.

"Get out!"

Although Yang Dashuan couldn't wait to mine the ore vein to replenish the economy of his territory, the lack of people made him embarrassed. Although Lao Yang also wanted to take these slaves to find a few smaller robber tribes to conduct surgery, it seemed that after two snows some time ago, these robbers disappeared and could not even find a shadow.

After going over and over again, I had no choice but to teach the slaves more practically.

Therefore, the territory is always filled with Yang Dashuan's scolding.

All basic bare hands fighting skills and weight-bearing aerobic exercises finally became the main items for the slaves. After finishing their work every day, these slaves had to carry rocks around the village. Although the dwarfs had no strength, they understood a lot. The dwarf elder even took into account the role of instructors. Whenever in the middle of the night, he would give lectures to the slaves who were crowded together.

The textbook is a yellowed skeleton frame.

The black whip of the dwarf elder kept pointing at various positions on the skeleton and gave an explanation. "All human-shaped intelligent creatures, the hardest parts on their bodies are joints, such as fists, elbows and knees. Sometimes a hard forehead can also become a weapon to defeat the enemy. If your head is hard enough, you will hit it hard. Although we don't have the sharpest weapons, you can still win every battle with your own capital!"

For the sake of the dwarf elder's words, a wave of practicing iron-headed rituals has set off in the territory.

However, after only half a day of work, Old Yang happened to go to the Suplati River that day. Unexpectedly, the fishing flood had already passed, so he came back early. As a result, he saw more than 30 slaves holding stones to his forehead, shaking their heads to death. The wise Yang Dashuan immediately stopped this absurd behavior. In order to better understand what lessons the dwarf elder taught these stupid slaves, Yang Dashuan also participated in the course that night.

"Running with weight is not futile. When the enemy's physical strength is exhausted, you still have the strength to swing the knife. Then you will win!" The dwarf elder explained the slaves' questions about the practice of carrying weights.

"But we prefer to go together!" The bear goblin Blu, who likes to fight in groups, once again raised his doubts.

"What if they have more people than you? What if you can't beat others up?" The dwarf elder was almost angry. These guys were so stubborn.

"Then let's run!" Hulk Troll Gao Fei perfectly interpreted the ultimate mystery of guerrilla warfare.

Stupider than Pig!

This is what Yang Dashuan said when he pulled the dwarf elder off the podium. "I have never met such a stupid guy! I have been in vain in the past few hundred years. The first time I have seen such a thing in your territory. What a thing? All the idiots with crooked melons are concentrated in this territory. These guys are mentally retarded and can completely annihilate the entire starry sky of the extinct wasteland!"

"Don't listen to that old guy's words. When dealing with the enemy, you can do whatever you want. As long as you can kill the opponent, sprinkle lime, kick the crotch, and insert the eyes, no less can be used." Yang Dashuan kicked away and shouted at the dwarf elder who kept shouting and took over his course. "From tomorrow, everyone will learn to throw javelins for me. The enemies we face in the future will become stronger and stronger. If you don't want to lose your life, just learn it for me."

Before leaving, Yang Dashuan also threw a sentence to make these slaves almost excited. One day, we will all assign an elf wife to each of you.

The ability of any race to appreciate beautiful things is the same. For this sentence, the slaves did not sleep well for several nights. However, the results finally came out. Although Yang Dashuan opened his eyes and said lies with lies, the power of slaves' expectation should never be underestimated. In order to show their strong bodies to the elves they like, these slaves almost crazily shortened the time for building the town hall by half.

Looking at the brand new town hall, Yang Dashuan's eyes suddenly became wet.

Until this time, your territory is moving towards the right path. As long as you reach the accumulation level of the next prosperity point, you can upgrade to a town. For Yang Dashuan, prosperity is not a problem. In addition to the prosperity provided by the population, various buildings and resource areas are also gaining points for massive prosperity.

The twenty two-level farmland cultivated by the elves provided Maple Leaf Village with a prosperity of 400 points. If the seventh-level ore veins that have not been officially requisitioned, the prosperity of the entire territory soared to the 3,000. Moreover, each type of building has room for upgrading, so it is not a problem to reach a prosperity of 10,000 points.

As the level of Fengye Village has been increased, there will naturally be more buildings that can be built in the territory. The population will also become more and more due to the prosperity of the territory. Minzhong is also slowly and continuously rising, breaking through the sixty mark again.

Of course, these are not the only things to be happy with.

The most important thing is that Yang Dashuan finally made progress in the Qingyu Soul Bead, almost racking his only brains. Then he remembered that his personal information column also had the equipment column like the characters in online games, but it was not that delicate. There were only three spaces on the column of the summoning props, which meant that Yang Dashuan's dream of buying infinite magic summoning props from VIP was shattered.

Although there has been progress, it does not mean that Yang Dashuan can successfully summon the Frost Dragon.

Is there any process missing in the middle?

It seems that the old man Xiuyi, Xiuyi, had mastered some things he didn't know, and in the end Yang Dashuan could only think so. However, it was not so easy to find the old man from the vast extinct wasteland. And there were people from the church staring at him, so who knew whether Xiuyi would appear again.

But how did Yang Dashuan think that when he was almost giving up his thoughts on the Frost Dragon, Xiu Yi's figure appeared around Maple Leaf Village again.

When I thought of the powerful power of the Frost Dragon getting closer to me, excitement swept over again with worries.
Chapter completed!