If you want to change the world, you must first change yourself.
Standing on the top of the ancient tree hill, Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire surface of the Silver Leaf City ruins. It was so dark that he could see nothing. Only a fire burning a few kilometers away illuminated a small area.
When they are full, the goblins will find a tree nest to sleep in. When they are hungry, they will crawl out to find food. Normally, they rely on food such as mushrooms and reptiles to survive. This time there is an outbreak of acidophilic ants.
They are quite happy.
In the competition of comprehensive strength, the acidophilic ants were defeated and hid in the underground city. But after all, it was not the ant nest that the ants had been running for decades. The goblins were hungry and were busy in the middle of the night.
Throw the burning firewood into the dug channel.
Under the blazing fire, the acidophilic ants guarding the passage were either roasted or smoked to death. Their constant death blows could only scare the goblins away for a while, and the green-skinned monsters with only five minutes of memory would harass them repeatedly.
So the acidophilic ants could only retreat deeper into the underground city, or dig ventilation tunnels elsewhere. But these failed to fundamentally solve the problem.
This area of the underground city is the home of the Magru tribe, and there are tens of thousands of goblins gathered here. No one is more familiar with this place than them. No matter how many vents the acidophilic ants dig, they will be discovered immediately, and they will be burned in a short time.
The wood will fall down.
The underground city is a natural defense and a natural barrier. Without air, the remaining acidophilic ants can only be suffocated below. So they can only make futile counterattacks, constantly break through, and be trapped, and the situation repeats itself.
From day to night, and then from night to day. Faced with increasingly serious losses, the queen ant had to declare in spiritual contact that she wanted to negotiate, then expressed conditional surrender, and finally was unconditionally willing to die.
"Victor Hugo, I know you have raised a new queen ant. If you win, I can die and leave the rest of the ant colony to you. You can take everything, as long as you keep
Our tribe will do."
From the depths of the dungeon, the current queen ant went from hysterical to helpless begging for mercy. It consumed its own soul to send out uninterrupted spiritual connections, just to get a decent ending.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing on the top of the ancient tree hill, did not respond. Beside him, the new queen ant 'Big Red' was waving her tentacles repeatedly, seemingly confused by the spiritual information she received. As for the acidophilic ants controlled by it, at most
Somewhat restless.
It was hard to go against the will of the goddess Angelis, and her plaintive begging for mercy continued all night. Until a few days later, Zul Grayskin came to report happily, saying that his goblins found a temporary ant digging in the military barracks of the underground city.
nest.
In addition to a large number of suffocated acidophilic ants, there was also a large, white, fat queen ant in the nest. Unfortunately, when the goblins found the queen, they immediately fought for the corpse and finally ate it completely, even the dregs.
Didn't stay.
"I understand." Zhou Qingfeng was sitting on a stone, holding a book called "Historical Records of Intelligent Races" in his hand, which mentioned some anecdotes that had been lost in the long river of time. One of them interested him very much.
...
'Papermaking appeared in almost all of the ancient empires that perished. And when papermaking replaces parchments on a large scale and can spread civilization cheaply and conveniently, an unstoppable disaster will occur.'
At the end of the article, there is a sentence written in bold font: Papermaking is taboo, and so is printing!
I don’t know who wrote this pamphlet, and the author’s name is not even left. But considering the time when the ‘Gateway of True Knowledge’ appeared, someone proposed this idea at least a thousand years ago.
Zhou Qingfeng laughed, looked at the old goblin who came to report, and asked: "For those acid-loving ants, have they encountered an irresistible disaster?"
"Of course." The old goblin nodded.
"The demon army that invaded the Northland fifty years ago was also an irresistible disaster."
The old goblin nodded again.
"Over the past tens of thousands of years, those great empires that suddenly declined at the peak of their national power also faced various disasters."
This time the old goblin didn't nod, it didn't understand at all. Instead, Cyric, who had been silent the whole time, angrily cursed: "Boy, what do you want to say? Don't think you understand a lot just by reading some history books.
Your ignorance and assumptions are ridiculous."
"I'm thinking about how to avoid the invisible mastermind behind this."
"There is no one behind the scenes. The decline of civilizations is caused by themselves. It is the rulers' arrogance, greed, arrogance, and uncontrolled ambition that lead to tragedies. If they could control themselves, they would not be like this."
"Cyric, why are you so excited all of a sudden? God of Murder, has your lie priesthood returned? I didn't ask you at all, but you took the initiative to argue. Could it be that I guessed something right?"
"You..." Cyric's anger really came suddenly this time. After he suppressed it forcibly, he said in a deep voice: "Mortal, you don't understand the greatness of the gods at all. Without us, this world would have been destroyed long ago.
Already."
"I don't think so." Zhou Qingfeng stood up to clean up the 'Gate of True Knowledge' and said to Zul Grayskin: "Let your men exit the dungeon and don't cause trouble in there. Otherwise, some kind of curse will be caused, like acid-loving ants.
example."
The old goblin agreed with this, "What about the business you discussed before?"
Zhou Qingfeng took out a piece of wolf skin and said, "Next, I will build a road leading to you. You transport the raw materials recorded on the wolf skin to my Harmony Village, and I will provide you with some supplies such as weapons and medicines."
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"Can you provide food?"
"Maybe if you have a small amount, don't count on it if you have too much. I'm short of it myself."
"Do you want to recruit some Bugbear mercenaries? It's very cheap, just feed them."
"No, it's too difficult to feed them."
The old goblin tried his best to gain as much profit as possible, even at the risk of betraying his own tribe. However, the chips he had on hand were so few that Zhou Qingfeng looked down upon him. Simply put, he was too poor and had no money at all.
After completing the second mission of Goddess Angelis, Zhou Qingfeng also left the Elven Ruins. When he left, it was quite grand, with more than two thousand surrendered acidophilic ants cheering in front of him to clear the way for him.
Previously, more than 300,000 acidophilic ants poured out like a tide, creating an open area hundreds of meters wide in the black forest. Zhou Qingfeng's way home was to use more than 2,000 acidophilic ants to clear this area again.
Once the road is leveled again, it will be considered a road.
On the way back, the remaining ant colony returned to the original ant nest. They moved out many ant eggs left behind, and also brought with them seedlings of glowing moss and underground mushrooms.
The previous ant colony was able to grow to more than 300,000 people, all thanks to these two plants. Uncle Zhou even tried to eat a few bites himself. The taste was definitely not very good, but at least he couldn't kill anyone.
The road home was uneventful, with no twists and turns. Zhou Qingfeng was riding on horseback, lowering his head and thinking: "Should I raise maggots in the future? Or cockroaches? Or earthworms? The question is, what should I use to raise? The ecological cycle is really