Everything in the territory has been followed by a regular road and can be scaled soon. Although many places are still insufficient, as long as a solution is found, all this becomes extremely simple.

The production process of magic bone powder does not require alchemist like Lao Duke to operate it himself, and some slaves can do it. And there is no need to worry that all of this will be dissipated from the bones on the wasteland. At least in the past few years, the ancient snow beasts will send 500 monsters every year. However, Yang Dashuan does not want the bones of those monsters to be ground into bone powder so simply, which may be of great use to alchemists.

Five hundred magic crystals per year are not a small number.

Yang Dashuan planned to give all these things to the old Dukes to dominate them, and maybe they could find out some more lethal weapons. In order to try to meet the requirements of these alchemists, Yang Dashuan also specially asked Charlie to bring a group of young children in the next batch of slaves. Because these alchemists need smart apprentices... The most critical issue is that Yang Dashuan wants to leave these alchemy techniques in the territory forever.

After sending the drunk old Duke back to the house, Yang Dashuan touched the dark elf ring in his hand and frowned slightly. When he was facing the forest behind Maple Leaf Town, the cat's eye stone was completely opened...

The clouds are light and the stars are sparse, and the beautiful moon is boundless.

The blood-covered centaur carried a scimitar and pulled out the last trembling slave from the grass and knocked the poor guy out of the hilt. On the fourth day after Yang Dashuan announced the fate of the slaves, the centaurs also brought the last slave back to the territory.

A thousand human slaves and centaurs caught most of them in almost a day.

The centaur, who originally thought it was just a very easy job, encountered various difficulties on the third day. These slaves actually came up with various ways to avoid their pursuit.

Digging pits, hiding snow... Almost all the methods that slaves could imagine, and the centaurs encountered them.

After the third day passed, there were still about a hundred people who had not been caught yet.

This was a bit beyond Yang Dashuan's expectations. He originally thought that all of these slaves would be captured within three days and sent to the mine to work as hard laborers. The last hundred people were sent to the territory and were taken care of by the most caring girl Qi Keyin. After only one night of sleep, Yang Dashuan was pulled up by Yang Dashuan.

Under the cold wind, the snow drifts.

About one hundred adult strong men stood barefoot in front of the open space of the territory with bare shirtlessness.

Yang Dashuan squinted his eyes and looked at the group of slaves. It was obvious that these slaves were different from before. They had the most basic fear and the most basic survival instinct. Moreover, Yang Dashuan could also see a trace of murderous intent and hatred flashing in their eyes. This was the most basic transformation they had caused to the threat of death after four days of constant pursuit.

Yang Dashuan looked back and forth at the slaves with his hands on his back and forth.

"Very good, congratulations on your escape from the pursuit for three days!" Yang Dashuan's eyes made these slaves feel a bone-broken cold, and the occasional cold light in their eyes was enough to bring death and destruction. "However, this does not mean that you can survive. You will be incorporated into the Thunder Flying Team and become a member of the Maple Leaf Town Air Force. If you want to survive, it depends on your efforts!"

Yang Dashuan waved his hand and signaled Govelad to come. "From today on, he will be your command. His order is mine. He has the right to execute any of you who dare to violate the order!"

Although these slaves were selected from the brink of death, their quality was still not something that Govelad could see.

Because in the church's judgement center, the Air Force had to start training since childhood and the selection was extremely strict. Although the quality of these slaves was good, they were still much worse than the judges knights. For these slaves, the training they should receive was nothing more than long-distance running, aerobic training and boxing.

They don’t have time to learn the skills of melee combat, and in fact, they don’t have the opportunity to learn. The first thing these slaves have to learn is how to survive on the back of the Thunder Griffon!

"These people are left to you!" Yang Dashuan looked at Govellard. "In a month, I will see these people flying into the sky on ordinary griffins. If they cannot control griffins freely, I think I will be happy to send someone to beat them down one by one!"

Yang Dashuan's tone was firm and affirmative, without a trace of hesitation.

Govelad nodded and pounded his chest hard. "Don't worry, Your Highness, the Son. These people don't need me to teach them for the time being. Don't you want to learn the 'Great Movement of Heaven and Earth'? I will teach you in a few days!"

The days after that have not changed much.

The buildings in the territory have been expanding and upgrading day by day, and all the steps have been completed soon. The beast bar has been successfully expanded by as many as ten, and more than two hundred griffins have been kept inside. The faith building has also been successfully upgraded to level 3, and the speed of speed of speed of speed of 30% of the magic recovery has allowed many mages to taste the sweetness. The meditation here is much faster than outside!

The dwarf elder is worthy of being the most intelligent race. It took only three days for the old man to make the drawings that Yang Dashuan wanted. Edward also made the corresponding model based on the drawings - an iron lump box with a streamlined spindle.

"Master, this thing can be separated from the middle."

Edward pointed to the center of the iron lump, there was a gap where it could bite and rotate with each other. After picking it up, the space inside was hollowed out. Yang Da tied it up and put a handful of steel balls in the hollowed out place.

"The iron box can be placed in the bracket, and the iron box can be filled with magic bone powder." Edward put the two iron lumps up and twisted them. "Master, this box can be placed flat. We can make a leather sheath backpack, which is not heavy anyway, and ten are about one hundred pounds. An adult griffin can easily carry about three hundred pounds of things, and these things will never affect the flight of griffin."

"Why don't we start mass production now?" Edward asked Yang Dashuan. "If the skeletons of the monster are sufficient, we can grind about ten pounds of magic bone powder every day, and there must be about two hundred every day!"

Yang Dashuan nodded.

Although this thing is quite depleting metal, and small-scale production cannot cause too much power. But this is not a problem. If you have a VIP store, you can buy metal materials from it at any time. It is just that the price is several times more expensive... This makes Yang Dashuan a little unacceptable.

The biggest problem at present is still the most basic minerals.

Without minerals, Maple Leaf Town has never maintained a balance of self-sufficiency and has to buy from outside, creating a difficult situation where spending is greater than harvest. Another day, the ancient snow beast elder had to help him in the iron ore on the Kemeser Mountains, Yang Dasun thought.

It continued like this, and there was an undercurrent surging on the wasteland.

This undercurrent was temporarily suppressed by the powerful force of Maple Leaf Town, but it cannot last long... because as time goes by, this undercurrent will gather more and more and more, and when that day comes, this undercurrent will set off a huge wave.

This huge wave may be the Principality of Edfran, the three alliance empires, or the two big demons hidden in the forest! But it will never be these natives on the wasteland!

As the last two or three days when the winter is about to end, more and more natives emerge on the outskirts of Maple Leaf Town.

The centaurs wandering around the periphery had never been cleaned, and the blood stains on the axe surface had turned into black solid. Looking at it from a distance, it couldn't help but make people sick. The outside of the territory was always filled with blood, which blew throughout the wasteland with the dry winter monsoon.

There are three days left to end the entire winter.

In three days left, the entire wasteland will usher in its darkest period.

During this period, the indigenous people on the wasteland were about to eat all the stored food. During this period, the indigenous people who had eaten the food also reached the limit of patience... In order to eat, the indigenous people on the wasteland were willing to do everything and willing to do anything.

At this time last year, the territory was not large enough to attract the attention of these indigenous people.

But when this year it had attracted their attention, the strength of the territory was no longer enough for them to resist. However, for food, these natives still gathered on the periphery and refused to disperse. And more and more, from afar, they looked densely together at some point.

Although these indigenous people are just a pile of loose sand, when the number reaches a certain level, it is enough to cause difficulties to the territory!

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ps: There is another chapter around 4 pm

I have to go to the clinic to get water in the evening. If I can get back, there will be another chapter around 7 o'clock.
Chapter completed!