From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 145 Black iron vein【4K】

In the small alley, the hot summer is far less lively than the winter, and even the gangsters who usually wander around have found a shady place to enjoy the coolness.

Under the scorching sun, a strange light suddenly appeared in a corner, rippling like water waves, and against the colorful light, a woman in a linen robe emerged out of thin air.

She has a beautiful and flawless face, but her face is morbidly pale. She opened her eyes and scanned the surroundings, and finally walked forward with her lotus feet.

There is a tavern there called "Adventurer's Paradise". When she walked to the door, a sour breath came over her face, making her frown, her lips twitched a few times, and cast a [Shield Technique] on herself , keep the dirty air out.

It may be because the weather is too hot, so there are not many people inside, except for a few sexy girls in revealing clothes, there are only a few strong men who are drunk, lying on the side and snoring loudly. Loud.

Her arrival didn't attract anyone's attention. The girl was pinning her nails in boredom, boredom was written all over her face. If a poor ghost came over now, she would be willing to roll around even if she was only a little stronger.

The woman's eyes radiated a strange brilliance, she passed the drunk and the girl, and walked straight to the counter, where a thin and short old man was wiping the cup with a sackcloth, looking drowsy.

She slapped the counter with a slap and knocked down several empty wine bottles. The old man's eyelids trembled, and he slowly put down the glass in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ma'am, what do you want? Ale Or brandy?"

"I want a cup of Edward's glory, do you have it?" The woman's voice was cold, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees. The sleeping man sneezed several times, and the girl folded her arms.

The old man didn't seem to be affected in any way, but there was a huge amount of energy faintly emanating from his thin body. He said hoarsely: "Hehe, what a long name, of course there is."

He waved his hand, and an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them, then calmly picked up the glass and started to mix the wine.

The woman watched him mix several wines together, exuding a seductive color under the wonderful combination reaction, and couldn't help mocking: "It turns out that the heir of the Sofitel family has not forgotten the glory of Edward."

The movement of the old man's hands paused, and then he calmly replied: "Of course we haven't forgotten, the Sofite family fulfilled this promise with dripping blood, how can we forget?
Not only us, Your Highness, you must not forget either. The old man pushed the wine glass containing the scarlet liquid in front of her, his tone more solemn and serious.

"But I can't forget, at whose hands my adoptive father died." Picking up the silver wine glass, she took a sip, and the hot feeling washed over her mouth and throat until it flowed into her stomach.

Her voice was full of chill, and a strange light appeared in her eyes.

"It was an accident, Your Highness." The old man's tone was low, with a painful expression on his face, obviously recalling some bad memories.

"Then, I need you to make up for this accident and re-fulfill the promise of the ancestors, in the name of the Sofite family." The woman looked a little excited, and the wine glass was deformed by her.

"Your Highness Mei Lan, because of this promise, the Sophie family has already been torn apart. The dripping blood is like this glass of wine, gathering into a stream in the old palace.

At that time, you were still young, and you may not know that we sacrificed everything, and my only son also fell on the way to charge, because of your father, we have already sacrificed too much, how much do you want us to lose? "

The old man stared at Mei Lan quietly, with a sense of sadness in his eyes, as if his thoughts had returned to that day... The pervasive fire, the black smoke soaring into the sky, the palace gradually reduced to ashes, and the fallen woman in the midst of killing and shouting. Warriors... blood, fire, death...

"However, the mistake needs to be made up for! Domiris Sufit, are you going to break your promise?" Mei Lan's voice suddenly increased, and the cup in her hand was heavily placed on the table.

Domiris was silent, and in thinking, his figure became more and more stooped.After a long time, he sighed and said, "The bloodline of the Sofitel family will not violate the promise of our ancestors. Your Highness, please tell us about your plan, although it will have no effect on our current strength."

Mei Lan finally lost her previous appearance of choosing and devouring people. She calmly said: "What rank are you now, and how many people can you mobilize under your command?"

"I'm a great magician now, and the people I can mobilize are less than five hundred private troops. Even if we rush into the palace, we won't pose any threat to that person."

Domiris shook his head. The Sufit family, which was torn apart after heavy losses, no longer had the foundation and strength it once had.

Mei Lan frowned deeply. Although she knew that they had lost a lot back then, she never thought that it would be so big. It seemed that the original plan was no longer applicable.

"Let your people sneak back to the country and wait for my news. Although there are not many people, it is not impossible. As long as I get that thing, I can give it a try."

"That thing?"

"You can think that it is a weapon, a powerful weapon, enough to make up for our lack of people." Mei Lan's tone was turbulent, and almost every one of those strange crystals had the power comparable to that of a high-level magician.

As long as she can get or make a batch, the gap can be quickly narrowed.

"Where is that thing?" Domiris straightened his waist, and a terrifying aura revived behind him.

"Perhaps we can get the answer there." Mei Lan looked in a direction, which was where the castle stood.She has already understood that the lords of this territory are the most suspicious, and they are probably the ones who first discovered the ruins in the Warcraft Mountains...

With a quill in his hand, Ryan wrote smoothly on a piece of slightly yellowed paper. After a while, looking at the work on the table, he was very satisfied.

It's not that I'm satisfied with what I wrote, but the latest paper produced by the paper workshop. Compared with the previous ones, the quality of this time is significantly higher.

And the output has also increased, and now there is a thick stack in Ryan's latrine, and he will use this to wipe chrysanthemums when he is convenient in the future.

It has to be said that this is a leap in the quality of life, and his paper making is naturally not just for wiping his butt, there are too many uses for paper, printing books and so on is one aspect.

It can also be made into oiled paper, which is also very useful for packaging green sugar cubes.The most important thing is that its cost is relatively low, and it is more friendly to the people, which will play a key role in popularizing education in the future.

"That's right. I don't need expensive and difficult-to-use animal skin paper in the future. I have to find a way to write or buy some books. When the time comes, print them out and send them to the school, so that the school can look like a school."

As for paper, Ryan doesn't have much idea of ​​keeping it secret. If everything is hidden, it loses its meaning. Just like selling green sugar, paper is still positioned as an expensive commodity.

To put it simply, it is not to take money from the poor, and sell it to big merchants and nobles. The price is lower than that of animal skin paper, so no one will pay for it. The demand for paper is huge, so there is no fear of no market.

"Cuckoo"

There was the sound of flapping wings, and a letter bird landed on the window sill. Barton, who had been dozing off, seemed to have discovered a new world, and immediately pounced on it, scaring the letter bird away.

Ryan couldn't help but feel a little headache. This wolf is so different from what he thought. It's a bit like the husky in the previous life. It's very energetic, jumping up and down all day long.

"Well, Barton, it's not your toy." He yelled loudly, stretched out his arms, and the letter bird landed on it as if seeing a great savior.

Of the two letter birds, one was in the cement factory, and the other was taken away by Allen. The two letter birds looked similar, so he didn't know who sent the news back.

He hoped it was Alan. After going there for nearly a month, there was no news. Although he didn't show it, he became more and more anxious every day.

He took off the bamboo tube on his feet, took out the small note inside, and just glanced at Ryan's face, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. The news came from Allen.

This can be regarded as unraveling Ryan's knots in the past few days. At least they are still safe. At the beginning, Allen briefly explained why he lost contact for so long. Search south.

I didn't know why the state of the letter bird had a problem halfway. Allen considered it safely, so he didn't force the letter bird to fly. It was not until a few days ago that its state improved, and Allen released it and came back to inform the news.

What really surprised Ryan was that instead of wandering around in the mountains and forests this month, they had a big harvest. Five days after they set off, they successfully found a mineral lode.

According to the ore samples dug out by the treasure hunting mouse, it was initially determined to be black iron ore, but the direction of the veins and the difficulty of mining are still unknown for the time being. I hope Ryan can send someone to take over in the future.

The black iron ore that he had been thinking about was finally found, and Ryan immediately slapped the table heavily, scaring Xinniao and Button.

Soon, Ryan sent someone to call De Lai, and told the story in detail, and then in the early morning of the next day, a team of thousands of people embarked on the journey under the leadership of Xinniao.

This team is commanded by Legion Commander De Lai, escorted by [-] soldiers in one guard, and composed of hundreds of conscripted peasants and craftsmen. The scale is a little smaller than the last time the limestone mine was developed.

This time Ryan did not choose to go in person, because the city's elite came out and he needed to sit in the territory.The second reason is that the location of the discovery of the black iron ore is at the outermost edge of the Warcraft Mountains, and the danger is extremely small, so it is not worth fighting.

Although the black iron mine is important, he can't change anything whether he goes there or not, and he has more important things to do, which is to build a blast furnace to make steel.

Iron needs to be smelted into steel to exert its greatest value, but steelmaking in this world is far from as simple as in the previous life, with tens of thousands of tons and hundreds of thousands of tons at every turn.

Fortunately, the steelmaking technology in this world is relatively mature, and Ryan can just copy the work, instead of designing it by himself like before.

Steel making is only a part of the plan. In the future, the steel will be digested, weapons forged, farm tools updated... There are too many things that need to be done by him.

He must make a reasonable and detailed plan. His habit makes him need to have a plan no matter what he does. People are not precise machines, and it is easy to make mistakes if they do not plan well.

Tonight, Hevian and Ryan stayed up all night...

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At the same time, in the Gothic province in the southern border of the kingdom, thousands of rebels rushed up the tall and strong city walls, and the mottled blood and corpses all over the place silently told the tragedy of the war.

Another city fell.

This rebellion has been going on for more than half a year, and many noble territories have completely fallen. No one thought that the original small civilian rebellion would have such a big impact.

Hundreds of nobles lost their territories, and many nobles gave their lives.

The rebel army was not as disorganized, disorganized and undisciplined as the nobles had imagined at the beginning. On the contrary, they were more disciplined, had qualified commanders, and had obvious strategic intentions.

The most embarrassing thing for the nobles is that compared to the rebels, their coalition forces of the nobles are really scattered, and they all have evil intentions.

The local aristocrats want to take the initiative to regain the lost territory, while the aristocrats with foreign support hope to stick to the existing territory and gradually counterattack.What he said was justified, but in fact it was just to preserve his strength.

Both sides are well aware of this, and for this reason, every military meeting basically ends in discord, and no unity can be reached at all.

Although Grand Duke Douglas is coercive in the southern border, he is still the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, but here he does not speak his mind. Not only are the nobles from all over the country secretly checking and balancing, even the king has sent a special envoy, and the meaning expressed in it is very obvious.

After coming and going, although there are more and more support, the lost land has not been regained. If this continues, the rebel army will really grow, and the royal army will have an excuse to set foot in the southern border. This is intolerable for Duke Douglas.

So, after careful consideration, he decided to gather all the elites in his hands, take the initiative to attack, and take back a few key hubs first, but no one expected that the rebels really showed their fangs at this moment...

A man covered in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back on a huge chariot. He was covered in an evil aura, very gloomy and chilling.

Around him were densely packed soldiers in solid clothes, but upon careful observation, one could find that the faces of these people were sluggish and dull, which was very strange.

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared beside the chariot, and the figure of another man in black robe was revealed, with a skull mark on his chest just like the man.

"Master Executive, Douglas' army has already set off, shall we proceed with the next step?" the man in black asked respectfully to the man on the chariot.

Hearing this, the man murmured softly without looking back: "Douglas, Chelt Eagle. I'm looking forward to fighting you."

"Pass down the order, the whole army is marching!"

"woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The desolate horn sounded, tens of thousands of rebels marched forward, and the chariot under the man's feet was also rumbled forward under the drag of several huge beasts.

Their goal is the richest city in the Gothic province - Jinsui City.

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(End of this chapter)