The smoke that covers the sky---Learn qaz brothers for my love [2/20]
One night flies by in a blink of an eye.
Before the sun rose, the sowing on Old Dalson's farm had already ended. Although there were several minor accidents during the period, these imitation seeders finally completed their tasks before dawn.
These silly, big, black machines use sharp steel plows to cut open the cultivated land and spread the seeds. This technology has passed the test of time in the Defias Federation, and the technicians in the Black Iron District have also made several improvements to it.
This modification, in short, was just like the harvest last autumn. It only took a negligible amount of time to complete the complicated farming process.
Old Dalson washed his face with cold water and stood on the edge of his large farm, looking at the neatly cultivated land. This old farmer, who had been cultivating the land all his life, couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
In the past, his family's farm, whether harvesting or cultivating, had to temporarily hire many farmhands from Andorhal City. Not only did it take a long time, but the salary and food paid to the farmhands alone were enough to give him pain for a long time.
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Farmers are at the bottom of society, but they also have their own wisdom in life. There is almost no need to compare whether it is more cost-effective to use machines or farmhands. Moreover, this is when mechanical imitation in northern Xinjiang has just started. If it is really like Dee
The Federal District of Fia is so vast and sparsely populated, and uses machinery on a large scale, the prices for farming and harvesting will be even lower, and you can even buy your own machinery.
This is probably the first time in his life that a northern Xinjiang farmer like Old Dalson has been involved in something as high-level as engineering. Old Dalson still vaguely remembers that when he was a child, his father led him to play in Stratholme.
He'd seen the little, noisy gnomes walking the streets selling weird mechanical dolls.
He had dismantled one or two of the mechanical frogs and doll soldiers that could jump for a long time as long as they were wound up. The structures inside dazzled him. When he was young and frivolous, old Dalson had not yet
When he became as philistine and stingy as he is now, he once had a dream. He once wanted to learn from those dwarfs and make his own steel toys.
But now, that dream seems to have come true...
The old farmer walked to the planter that had stopped operating. He stretched out his hand and touched the cold steel object. The machine was like a monster that had calmed down and allowed Old Dalson to touch it.
"What's wrong? Old man, do you like this big guy?"
The foreman, who had been busy all night, walked up to old Dalson with his red eyes staring at him. He was smoking a cigarette, coughing, and asked:
"It's spectacular, it's great, isn't it?"
"Um."
The farmer nodded silently. After a moment, he looked back at the foreman, looking at the old guy he had grown up with, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you, I mean, the Royal Apothecary Company recruiting apprentices?"
"What's the meaning?"
The foreman blinked and heard Old Dalson say:
"I want to send my son there. The child is as fascinated by these machines as I was when I was a child, but what did my father say at the time? These things are the toys of the nobles, luxury items that we commoners should not be exposed to.
But look at now, I can also pay for machines to help me cultivate fields. I feel that these things are supposed to serve people."
The old man laughed a few words:
"So, since my son likes to play with these things, why not let him learn. Even if he fails, he can inherit my farm when he comes back."
"Then you'd better send him to southern Xinjiang. The machinery here is actually "stealing" from southern Xinjiang."
The foreman who travels around has seen the world. While washing his face with cold water, he explained to the old Dalson whose expression changed slightly:
"Don't be afraid, old friend. I'm not telling little Dalson to go to the undead. You know that in the Black Iron District, right? It's over the Burning Plains. That city is not run by the undead. I've been there once, and it was all dwarves and gnomes.
, it is a "machinery city"! It is said that the best engineers and mechanics in the world gather there."
"The Black Iron Zone does not prohibit the transportation of machinery to Northern Xinjiang, but the price of those things is too expensive, and merchants from Northern Xinjiang are afraid to cross the border to go there, so there has not been much business dealings, but I heard
, the factory over there is recruiting workers, and the pay is very good, you can ask little Dalson to try it."
"That is the territory of the undead after all."
Old Dalson hesitated, while the foreman shrugged:
"Don't listen to the nonsense of those paladins and priests, old man. The undead on the other side of the Dark Blade are only very cruel to the soldiers who oppose them. You probably don't know, but the death knights of the Dark Blade don't kill unarmed civilians. I
I have heard many such things in the bars in the Black Iron District. Over there in the Defias District, under the rule of the undead, it is said that they are more just than the noble gentlemen in the past."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Come on, let's start brewing the potion."
The foreman, who had eaten a piece of cold bread in two mouthfuls, waved to Old Dalson. A moment later, they arrived in front of the installed pot. It was a simple stone platform. There was dry firewood burning under the pot, and there was still firewood in the pot.
Boil hot water.
Under the command of several pharmacists, the foreman put on simple masks and gave them to Old Dalson and his son. The process of brewing the medicine was simpler than Old Dalson imagined, and there was no legend at all.
Pharmacy in the medicine is so mysterious. They carry several large buckets containing raw materials, stand next to the pot, follow the pharmacist's instructions, pick up shovels, and pour some weird ingredients into the pot from time to time.
After more than an hour, the viscous liquid in the pot had completely merged. Old Dalson tilted his head and glanced at the pot secretly. The water inside had turned into a thick dark green color, and it also emitted some weird light.
, from time to time there are disgusting bubbles coming out from under the pot, which makes people feel unappetizing just by looking at it.
"Wait, it will take an hour before these medicines are ready. Increase the fire and let the water dry out. Some smoke will be produced, but this is normal... cough cough..."
The pharmacist took off his mask and coughed twice because of the pungent smell, and then said to the others around him:
"After it crystallizes, you can turn off the heat, then break the crystals into pieces and store them in the warehouse."
"I understand, Mr. Pharmacist, please go and rest first."
The foreman nodded and bowed to send the pharmacist away, and then waved to old Dalson. The two old guys sat in the house next to the field and drank. A moment later, little Dalson rode on his horse and waved to his father:
"Dad, I'm going to Andorhal and I'll be back in the afternoon."
After saying that, without waiting for his father to respond, he swung his riding crop and rushed out of the farm. Looking at this scene, the drunken old Dalson said to the foreman beside him:
"Look at him, he hangs out all day long, dreaming of being a knight. He thinks I don't know what he is going to do...Tsk, look, the smoke has risen, and the smell has changed.
Okay, there’s still a hint of sweetness.”
The foreman turned around and looked. In the open space of Dalson Farm behind him, billowing yellow smoke was already rising above the three pots burned by the flames. The same smoke was rising from other nearby farms. These strange
The smoke rose into the sky and did not dissipate immediately. Instead, it dispersed bit by bit, as if settling in the air. In less than 20 minutes, it enveloped Dalson Farm and the surrounding trees.
"Ahem..."
Old Dalson took a sip of wine, then stood up tremblingly. He took a few steps forward, a blush flashed across his face that looked old due to years of hard work. He rubbed his heart and whispered:
"I'm a little...a little...uncomfortable."
"Bang"
The figure of the old farmer fell on the ground that had just been sown, and behind him, the foreman was already lying on the wine table, seemingly asleep, but a shocking trace of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The light yellow mist in the sky is getting thicker and thicker. Blown by the wind in the forest, the mist is also drifting further northwest, like a mouth of hell composed of smoke. In this early morning when the sun is shining,
At a speed visible to the naked eye, all creatures below are enveloped in this cruel end.
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"Where did all this smoke come from?"
In the military camp near Andorhal, a large city in the western region of Stratholme, Arthas, who had just finished his morning training, raised his head and could see the pale yellow smoke rippling in the sky in the direction of Hearthglen in the distance. The smoke shrouded that place.
The sky above the square land is like clouds that never disperse.
This strange sight made Alsace feel a little confused.
Arthas Menethil, the prince of Lordaeron, the son of King Terenas Menethil, and the future crown prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Logically speaking, at his age, he should have stayed in the palace.
Learn the art of rule, or gild the military camp near the capital, but Arthas was very stubborn and plunged into the military camp of the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Many people know the reason why Prince Arthas joined the army. A few years ago, the Kingdom of Stormwind was captured by the undead. King Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind lost his wife and son, and was seriously injured himself.
After the incompetent King Varian came to Northern Xinjiang, he chose to leave alone.
This incident stimulated Arthas, who was still underage at the time. He had grown up with Varian. In his heart, he regarded Varian as his closest brother, and Varian's experience made Arthas
Si felt the same way, and on the day King Varian disappeared, he secretly vowed to avenge his brother and nephew with his own hands.
This belief drives His Royal Highness to train very hard on weekdays, as if there is a fire burning in his heart, pushing him forward continuously. This desperate energy makes the young prince stand out among the recruits.
Coupled with King Terenas' personal request, 2 years ago, the prestigious Silver Hand Grand Knight Uther Lightbringer became his mentor.
His Royal Highness the Prince's talent is also very good. Originally, in a few months, Alsace would be able to pass the Silver Hand's high-level knight training and become a true high-level paladin. But at this time, another unexpected thing happened.
incident.
Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, the King of the Dark Blade, kidnapped Jaina Proudmoore, the princess of Kul Tiras, who was also the lover of Prince Arthas, and that night, His Highness the Prince sacrificed everything to get
He went to save his lover, but was easily defeated in front of Tyrion, like an insect that overestimated its capabilities.
He almost lost his life, and what frightened him the most was that he almost saw his lover fall in front of his eyes. That kind of helpless anger, that kind of pain, that kind of crisis made Alsa
After the disaster that day, Si became more persistent, more stubborn, and more crazily honing his martial arts. It is said that he also plans to go to the ocean, to the Borean Tundra, to learn the Holy Light from the reclusive Draenei garrison officers.
combat skills.
All past experiences have shaped this prince, just like steel that is thrown into a forge and constantly hammered and shaped. While it becomes tougher, it also makes him more dangerous. He knows that he will always be in danger.
One day he would face Tyrion, and when that day came, he didn't want to fail again.
"Farrick!"
The resting prince noticed the smoke floating in the northern sky. He shouted the name of his attendant loudly. After a while, a tall guard walked up to the prince and asked in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, what do you need?"
"Those cigarettes! What's with those weird cigarettes?"
The young prince frowned and asked, and the royal guard Farric also raised his head and glanced. He walked aside and asked a few local knights, then quickly returned to Alsace and said to the prince:
"That's the smoke produced by the Crown Pharmacist Company when it's brewing this year's fertilizer. It's said to be a normal phenomenon."
"Fertilizer?"
Alsace shook his head. He had heard about the series of agricultural measures promoted by His Majesty the Emperor, but he had no favorable impression at all of the undead in southern Xinjiang.
"It's another damn thing created by the undead."
The young prince shook his head, drank a glass of cold water, and was about to return to the military camp to start the afternoon training. But at this moment, on the grass outside the military camp, a horse's cry made the prince turn around. He saw several people.
The knights ran outside the camp, and a moment later, they returned to the camp carrying a young man who was trembling all over.
"Who is he? Do you know him?"
The prince walked to the knights who were rescuing him. Faced with his question, one of the knights replied:
"Your Highness, this child has been coming to see us train every day recently. He seems to want to join the Knights, but he is... too thin. It is said that he lives on the farm in the north and is a local native."
"Then what happened to him?"
Alsace looked down at the young man and found that the thin young man's face was sallow and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He seemed to be sick.
"I don't know, but it looks like he was poisoned."
The paladin who specializes in healing wrapped his hands around the holy light and tried to help the painful young man remove the toxin. After more than ten seconds, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and disgusting foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but
But he firmly grasped the wrist of the rescuing Paladin and said with difficulty:
"Poisonous! The smoke...the medicine...is poisonous, help...save my father..."
"Um?"
When Alsace heard these intermittent words, he almost immediately raised his head and looked at the increasingly thick fog in the northern sky. The next moment, he squatted down, held little Dalson's hand, and shouted loudly:
"Kid, tell me...where are you from?"
"Ahem...Prince Alsace...I recognize you...Save my father...in...at Dalson Farm...the smoke is poisonous!"
