Warhammer Seal

Chapter 424 Learning Human Technology
Hay is harvested with a scythe and carefully placed together.

Slowly rubbing with your hands, you can twist the hay into a straw rope, even if you have prepared the primary materials.

Wende has already completed the inspection of the spacecraft, and there are no problems. Considering that he will enter space in the future, and the current environment is relatively safe, he can collect a little oil to maintain the parts of the spacecraft.

This also gave him time to take a look at Fei Farji's current state, blood in one hand.

The spirit race prophet really used his hands to make props as Wende said, instead of relying on psionic power.

But the palm of the prophet's skin and tender flesh is naturally as delicate as jade, and it has already been covered with blood from the withered grass.

Wende hurriedly pulled her hand away, then poured alcohol to disinfect it, and at the same time observed whether there were grass thorns stuck in her flesh, but fortunately there were none.

"Why are you so careless, quickly use spiritual energy to heal the wound."

Fifarji shook his head instead.

"I want to experience the most authentic craftsmanship."

Perhaps in the eyes of this spirit race prophet, human crafts are all done with bare hands, and the straw rope must be rubbed with bare hands, and the sauerkraut must be trampled with feet.

This kind of thinking is wrong. Human beings rely on their hands, but what is more important is the tools they make.

He took off the carbon fiber gloves he was wearing on his hands. It just so happened that the palm of the Spirit Race Prophet was the same size as his own, which was just right.

After getting the gloves, Fei Farji continued to work on rubbing the straw rope, and actually showed a smile on his face.

She has experienced the joy of labor, and next, she will experience the joy of creation.

Wende has already drawn her a straw sandal drawing. According to the drawing, the straw rope can be made into straw sandals, which can be worn on the feet to avoid direct skin contact with the dangerous ground.

The prophet of the Spirit Race is very clever, and actually made the whole pair of straw sandals according to the drawings.

He immediately took off his shoes, revealing his delicate feet, and quickly put on the straw sandals.

At this moment, the thousands-year-old Elder Prophet Fei Farji was jumping for joy like a child, walking around in the straw sandals he made.

The Eldar seldom run except for fighting, especially the prophets only use walking as a way.

A running prophet still surprised Wende.

After she felt that the fun of her feet was slowly fading, she came to Wende and Ai again, asking if there was anything she could do to help.

At this time, Wende and Ai were discussing how to extract the oil from the surrounding trees, and then convert it into heavy oil through centrifugation to make lubricating oil.

Obviously this level of technology is not suitable for Fefarji, so after giving her a blueprint for making fire by drilling wood, the prophet was sent away.

For the Eldar, flames can be ignited in their hands with just one thought, and the size of the flames produced varies according to different spiritual powers.

An Eldar prophet of the level of Fei Farji can even set a small city on fire after concentrating.

But it was also the first time for her to create flames with her hands without using psionic power.

Sawdust, wooden sticks, and a pair of hands, Fei Farji sat on the ground and began to drill wood to make fire, without any scruples about the noble status of the prophet.

But, no matter who it is, the probability of success in making fire by drilling wood for the first time is almost zero.

Except for a trace of green smoke, Fei Farji really didn't create any flames. Now it was getting late, and the surrounding area was plunged into a faint darkness at dusk.

If you can't start a flame quickly, you can only sleep in the dark tonight.

Anxiety and panic, coupled with fatigue, already made Fefarji's forehead covered with sweat. Since the birth of the Eldar race, they have never sweated because of physical labor.

Her hair was drooping and her breathing was rapid. At this time, Wende had already brought back a lot of dead wood and a few small rabbit-like herbivores from the forest.

Sighing, Wende sat next to Fei Farji, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit the prepared fire.

"You can create flames without using psionic energy?"

The lighter obviously aroused Fei Farji's vigilance, but Wende didn't care too much, and handed her the lighter in his hand, letting her experience the power of technology.

This is where humans and Eldar differ the most.

You only need to invent something and teach others how to use it, then everyone can master this ability.

This is something that the Spirit Race dare not imagine. They secretly took Wende's lighter and put it in their closest pocket. After that, they must study such a thing thoroughly, yes, use human power.

Shun lighters are so common that there is no need to pursue them.

Stack the campfire well, then use a knife to process the caught prey, and use a wooden stick to skewer it, which is a large skewer, which can be cooked on top of the fire.

"You guys, do you cook like this?"

"Yeah, want to experience it?"

After finishing speaking, Wende also moved to the side, and handed the handle in Fei Farji's hand.

"Turn the handle all the time to ensure that the meat is heated evenly. When the skin is golden brown, it means you can start eating."

After finishing the order, Wende started to make the blueprints needed for the next day with Ai. By the way, he lay on the ground and looked at the stars. The stars here are completely different from the stars seen on the earth.

"It's baked."

Or how to say that the senses of the Eldar are more acute than that of humans.

When the barbecue had just entered the most perfect state, Fei Farji noticed it, and immediately separated the meat from the flame as required.

But how to eat barbecue, she has 1 doubts in her heart, because the spirits don't eat this stuff at all, they eat more raw.

Wende slowly took out the knife to cut it, put it on the plate, and at the same time sharpened two pairs of chopsticks as tableware.

Wende should be the only human being who can use chopsticks now.

"good to eat!"

Fefarji, who had never eaten barbecue before, felt the delicious gravy in her mouth for the first time. The keen senses of the Eldar made her experience the most perfect state of barbecue. She swallowed it without any scruples about her identity as a prophet.

At the same time, someone scooped up a bowl of vegetable soup from the pot with a spoon. It must be said that it was a delicacy that I had never experienced before.

But, even with such delicious food, Wende never showed any smile. It seems that eating is just for him to replenish his physical strength, and there is no need to enjoy the so-called taste.

And his eyes, my God, are more sad and painful than those of the Eldar.

. . .

I have already written nearly 100 million words, and my collection has not broken 523. Last month, I earned 4 yuan, and I earned [-] yuan for every [-] words.

The gunmen at the starting point are at least 8 yuan per thousand characters.
(End of this chapter)