Genshin Impact, me and my great cause

That is absolutely inhuman.

Forget about him, bad luck, back to the front, after all the bells and whistles, Du Ruo continued to refine the metal, using the pure thunder elemental power precipitated by the thunder prism to further purify the materials in the refining array.

It looks like a strong electric and magnetizing effect occurs, melting the steel, suspending the metal droplets, constantly colliding and burning, the impurities turn into ashes and fall, and the remaining droplets become brighter and brighter.

Finally, a new silhouette is formed, the energy is extracted, rapidly cooled, and in the process the spirit guides the stress release of the metal.

This kind of work continued until Kusela, who was sent out to deliver letters by him, came back.

It is an extremely inefficient communication method, but there is no other way. Although the Void Terminal is advanced, the authority is in the hands of the Teaching Council. Those thieves have no plans for civilian use, but are used as a manifestation of their power to sit in Xumi City and order Xumi. , the disciples of the sage could only communicate with each other by writing letters.

The Void Terminal for ordinary people can only allow you to ask questions to the Void at the risk of being mined. The answers given may not be what you are qualified to know, so you will not answer them.

Du Ruo took the letter from Kusela, tore it open with interest, and then turned dark.

"Well you Candice, you are going to rebel!"

In the letter, Candice denounced Du Ruo for passing away. If she hadn't comforted the villagers of Shengke Village in the name of treating illnesses, outsiders would have thought she was mourning in secret.

"Okay, okay, let's get over here quickly and go back."

Du Ruo shook his head and looked at Kusela:

"How's the list?"

Kusela nodded and handed over the list he had drawn up after evaluation. He seemed to have fire in his eyes despite the noise from the factory: "These people all deserve to die."

"Very good." Du Ruo took it.

He knew that Mishal was waiting to explode his gold coins, and he also knew that he didn't count on him at all, but was looking for another scholar to verify and act based on the dancing fans he proposed.

From the beginning, the giant ruins mechanism plan was rejected, and the Fontaine airship would be easier to implement no matter what.

With the power of the God King's Legacy, is it difficult to go to Fontaine to grab one for verification?

So Du Ruo never planned how long it would take to prepare, just this winter, to ignite this fire.

Chapter 58 Let the wind fly for a while

Du Ruo seems to be very honest as he repairs the production line in the abandoned factory, but he may not be as honest as he seems.

As early as when he handed over the unproven technique of dancing fans to Mishal, Du Ruo had openly reminded him that there were two major shortcomings - the second point was completely ignored by him.

No, it cannot be said that he ignored it, it can only be said that he was very smart and realized the strategic value of dancing fans to the Legacy of the God King.

The most important thing is not to make it rain, but to prevent it from raining in a certain place.

If used well, the power of the God King's Legacy will reach a new level, thereby deterring more tribes from surrendering, referring to those surreal desert tribes that do not surrender in the name of the Red King.

'What would you choose? '

Du Ruo smiled and said,

'It doesn't matter. What matters is what everyone thinks you will choose. '

He came to the forging ground, which was quite hot.The winter in the Sand Sea is very difficult. It's okay at the Legacy of the God King headquarters. The ancient facilities are warm in winter and cool in summer, but this is a place where there is no hair...

The gilded brigade that came with Hamzai had a hard job.

Brothers are not so united around Hamzai if they have grievances.

Fortunately, Du Ruo lit up the iron furnace, and the escaping heat allowed the people here to turn on the heater, which allowed them to work for free as coolies - oh no, as apprentices.

Desert people are quite eager to learn, but they generally don't have many opportunities. The blacksmith profession is very popular among the tribes, and they themselves are quite willing to learn it.

Du Ruo found a member of the Gilded Brigade who usually ran errands for him and secretly kept track of what he read and reported back to the scholars under Mishal.

After all, it is impossible for Mishal to trust a soldier like Hamzai, who can cover up all shortcomings, to do this kind of work. He usually collects the tributes from the affiliated regiments by counting and recording them in the nearby documents, and is only responsible for fighting.

Du Ruo looked at the typical desert man in front of him who was covered in wind and sand. His rough face had shrewd eyes that did not match this face.

"Hashar, I've finished reading my books. Let's go back and change a batch. I want the ones on the east bookshelf."

"Okay, Master Du, are there any other instructions you need me to bring to the leader?"

"Yes, yes. Let's just say that the repair of the production line is going well. The results are expected to be produced within half a month. You can also take back the repaired organs and weapons department. My friend Mishal will like this gift."

"Yes."

Du Ruo watched him leave, slowly showing his sincerity, and his mood actually became happy.

He simply refused to leave and inspected the iron furnace. The members of the Gilded Brigade who were responsible for delivering materials also stopped for a moment. However, it was impossible to go out to eat snow in the cold weather, so they gathered around and watched curiously.

We cannot expect such tribal people to have certain qualities, which means concentration. They quickly become like scumbags in the classroom, feeling uncomfortable looking for someone nearby to brag and chat.

All over the world, anything new naturally includes the recently popular dancing fans.

This situation will not be an exception. Du Ruo dares to bet that even if Mishal within the Legacy of the God King orders the news to be blocked, the affiliated group will quickly learn about it and spread it widely.

Let the bullet fly for a while.

Winter is a good time. It forces desert people to gather together in winter, and the visibility of news rises to a new level, as long as the news is important enough.

Soon, someone came closer and asked Du Ruo quietly: "Mr. Du, um, that dancing fan, can it really rain?"

"Of course, it is a very professional academic achievement. It simulates the natural rain environment. You only need to wait until the rainy season and spread it on the ground in advance, so that the rainwater can be intercepted and fall to the earth."

Du Ruo has "confidently promoted" his academic achievements more than once, and Mishal can't even think of stopping him. He came here for this in name only. What do you mean by stopping me? Do you want to have a fight?

Without verification and uncertainty as to whether Du Ruo had any plans, Mishal would not be so short-sighted.

The formula for dancing powder he left behind is so simple that any official alchemist can refine the raw materials.

The inquirer nodded quickly, but his expression changed uncomfortably: "So, its shortcoming is also real? It prevents rain in the downwind area."

"Yes." Du Ruo said in a sincere tone, still honest: "Because the rainwater intercepted in advance reduces the moisture content of the atmosphere, the subsequent moisture will travel further with the wind, causing the area close to the rainy area to remain for a long time. It won’t rain inside.”

"But this can be solved through scheduling. We spread dancing powder in some areas that are easy to store water, accumulate water sources, and divert it in all directions. After all, rainwater is difficult to store and will evaporate, so the water storage efficiency is higher."

As long as there is a force willing to do this to distribute it, instead of using water resources to threaten the water-scarce parts, does Shahai have such a force?

Du Ruo doesn't know. He is terminally ill and can't take care of so much. Let the legacy of the God King, who was at its peak, consider it. You are all desert people and you have to work for the welfare of the desert people.

The inquirer withdrew with an ugly expression and silently walked to the corner of the crowd, not knowing what to think.

There are no secrets in the sand sea.

It is too bulky and has accumulated too much hatred between different tribes. The Legacy of the God King can only unify the Gilded Brigade through criminal records, indirectly affecting the tribes or gathering points behind these Gilded Brigades, and must prevent them from escaping the desert. , fled to the rainforest.

Such a legacy of the God King cannot be said to be a mixed bag of fish and dragons, it is a mixture of mud and sand.

These days, Du Ruo takes the trouble to repeat these facts to every questioner. Dancing fans are real, useful, and have shortcomings that everyone can overcome.

This is not enough. Even if they know the danger, people are short-sighted. Before they truly see the disaster, it is difficult to make some changes, and ordinary tribes may not dare to change towards a force like the Legacy of the God King.

Although it is outrageous for two villages to fight over water, it is also reasonable. But when one village rebels and someone ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor, attacks the county seat, seizes the hospital, and opens a harem, it can only be said to be outrageous.

"So Kusela, we need to light a fire." When Du Ruo left the forging field and returned to his alchemy workshop, he said to Kusela, who was responsible for helping him after returning.

"Do you want me to burn down their archives?" Kusela was fearless.

"No, no, no, you have to know one thing. Sometimes we don't necessarily have to achieve something. It's enough to have three points of effect and seven points of publicity. Therefore, fakes are a good thing."

Du Ruo shook his finger with a relaxed expression.

"It's enough to light a fire. It doesn't matter where you burn it. I have already arranged this matter. Now, as usual, please go to the bottom and spread the word with your friends. If you are good at this, just say it. What was burned was already burned, but they made a fake batch and put it out there to fool people.”

"Don't go to the middle and upper levels, don't contact those on the list, just go to the people who have asked me questions these days, and be careful to protect yourself."

"It is heroic to risk one's life, but if you want to survive and complete these things, you still have to use some strategies."

Du Ruo's methods are not difficult to understand, they all point directly to people's hearts.

It was still hard for him to imagine that it only took a fire to defeat the legacy of the God King. Mishal didn't believe it. They were so powerful that they once covered most of the sand sea.

But since things happen, there must be a reason for them.

It's a contradiction, and it's a contradiction that will explode with just a spark. It doesn't matter whether the case is burned or not. What's important is igniting the fire in those people's hearts.

Dancing fans make it rampant, and people's hearts are set on fire and it perishes.

What Du wants to do is stay away from danger and watch the fire from the other side.

……

……

Just the next day, Hamzai, who was more informed, rushed to Du Ruo's workshop again.

"Sand Crocodile, what have you done?!"

This is really rare. He doesn't even need heating. He works out his muscles and bones outside the abandoned factory every day and recuperates from his injuries. His perfect strength is not a coincidence.

Du Ruo's tone was appropriately puzzled, "What happened?"

"Stop pretending, you bastard. It's you. All the things that were transported back exploded. You're dead!" Hamzai looked like he had a way to kill himself, and he looked very arrogant.

"impossible."

Du Ruo glanced at this guy. Is the matter already so outrageous?At most, he just added some ingredients to the batch of books he sent back, and it was just a delayed trigger mechanism. The book needed to be opened to quickly ignite it.

What kind of explosion? Those weapons are very safe. If they are not randomly activated, they will not launch rockets. The ones Du Ruo repaired in Aru were not so easy to explode.

Fake news must be fake news.

"Hmph, my people felt the force of the explosion from far away. I heard that the entire warehouse went up to the sky. You still want to quibble. Just wait for death. Don't try to escape. I will keep a close eye on you!"

He became excited, armed and alert, keeping his distance.

All he had to do was wait for the leader to speak, and then immediately take down this bumbling scholar and finish him off in advance to avoid suffering from illness.

Du Ruo was also made unconfident by this fake news: "Is there a possibility that this is a frame-up? Some people who secretly hate me secretly added ingredients to the gift I gave to my good friend Mishal."

His expression was serious, and his reasoning was very convincing.

Although Hamzai resented him, this was not a sign of importance. After all, if Du Ruo could fight and knew a lot, he would definitely die. Such a person is an out-and-out hotspot in Shahai, full of drama.

So Hamzai didn't believe Du Ruo at all: "Who would do such a thing? We are all our own people here, who would do such a thing as blowing up his own home!"

He saw Du Ruo looking at him faintly.

"What do you mean, Sand Crocodile? You want to falsely accuse me?!!!"

Hamzai was shocked. In his eyes, Du Ruo was extremely hateful. He was so bad that he oozed pus. His mouth was deceptive without blinking an eye. All the people under his command were deceived. He didn't act like a soldier all day long, killing people and setting fires. He went to fight. What iron.

Instead of beating it with my own hands, I watched a soft forging hammer hit it automatically. I was depraved!

"There is only one truth, and it cannot be true if it is false. Things will always come to light. I believe there is justice in the world. If it is really me, there must be a reason. What am I trying to do?"

Du Ruo was confident and changed the subject.

"But you are different. You hate, no, you are jealous of me. People can't do anything for revenge. You are the only one here who has the power to tamper with the goods. You are too suspicious."

"You (expletive from Shahai)..."

Chapter 59 Gua!It's a horse bandit, everyone, get out of here!

Mishal is also thinking about this question - who wants to harm me?

After thinking about it, it was too much.

The unruly people are all unruly people.

Including Du Ruo.

Even though he didn't feel the need to do such a thing at first glance, and the dying person was being carefully controlled, Mishal just didn't trust him.

He didn't trust anyone, but if anything happened to Du, although Hamzai was a little stupid, he could cover up all his shortcomings.

As long as he has a clear enemy and pursues him relentlessly, he will definitely be the winner.

Even if Hamzai fails, Mishal has a backup plan.

If it was really Du Ruo, this was too rough. How could he expect that such an explosion would kill him? It was impossible. He was not a fool. How could he run to touch anything suspicious and potentially dangerous?

Every time you drink water, someone has to test it for poison.

That's it.

"It's more likely that someone is provoking it. They don't want to see the success of dancing fans." Mishal asserted.

It is winter now, which is not the time to use dancing powder. The scholars under my command have calculated Du Ruo's argument, recognized its rationality, and artificially created precipitation conditions.

But that is just a supplementary condition. The main body has to rely on nature itself. It is not about creating water out of thin air. That is the power of the demon god and the Zhenling.