The trained gray dwarf Lu Shangshen is much more honest, but with his lower body covered, it seems that he will not be able to work for ten days and a half. For the time being, he is considered useless as a blacksmith master.
After washing, Klaus helped them dry again, and then started eating. It was already past noon after a delay. You can't let people work hungry.
The cauldron was set on fire, and Klaus used stones to make simple tableware for them. Looking at the goblins and goblins scattered around, squatting or sitting on the ground, he thought of a very serious question.
, the castle's food reserves may not be enough.
Originally there were more than 30 goblins, but here came more than 100 goblins, and a lame Goblin giant. So many mouths consumed a lot of food.
Although he has been cultivating the land for four months, it was purely for entertainment at first, just enough for himself, and there is not much food left. It is definitely not enough for so many people to consume for a long time. Even if he starts farming immediately, the remaining food
It is not enough to support the production of the next batch of grain.
In the past, these goblins and goblins lived in the jungle by hunting and gathering. However, from the center of his castle to the protective circle, most of the animals have escaped, and even if they are left, they are dark creatures. They must be hungry.
Not enough, and a lot of it is toxic.
This range is not small. Klaus spent so many gold coins in the first place. If he wanted to hunt, he could only go out, and the round trip would take a whole day, which was not cost-effective.
In the afternoon, I told them to make do with it first. If they could build a temporary shed big enough for them to live in, they would build it. If they couldn't, they would tear it down. They should store the wood first and talk about it tomorrow.
In the evening, after Klaus had dinner, he lit an oil lamp in the study and took notes.
Tomorrow we need to go out to buy food, and we also need to hire several professional carpenters, an architect, some daily necessities, people who can weave, tailors who make clothes, ceramic craftsmen, and chefs.
On the mainland, slavery has long been abolished within the human race, and it is impossible to buy slaves. If you want to work for a long time, no one will want to come here.
Klaus planned to hire short-term workers and ask them to give their knowledge to goblins and goblins. After the goblins learned the skills, he would let them leave. There was a precedent for rational goblins on the mainland, and Klaus thought he could do it too.
However, he only has 300,000 gold coins in his savings in the castle. Every penny you spend means you lose a penny, so you have to save some money.
Considering the reason for the reputation, the cost must be very high, but the above are all necessities and cannot be deleted. He really can't stand those half-dressed female goblins dangling in front of him, it's too disharmonious.
After taking notes, he went back to his room to sleep. The undead blood in his body is mainly the blood of the vampires, and some of the life habits of the vampires inevitably dominate him. His current sleep is only a light sleep, and he cannot sleep like a human.
You can enter deep sleep at will. If you want to enter deep sleep, you must count the years and months each time you fall asleep, just like the vampires do.
Klaus had trouble sleeping, but for some reason he always felt a sound in his ears, which kept him awake.
Alert, he thought something had entered the house, so he stood up directly, opened his night vision eyes, and searched carefully, but there was nothing. Worried, he started a mental search again, but still found nothing.
The sound in his ears never stopped. The sound seemed to be repeated back and forth, like a sentence, but he couldn't understand the language at all.
When he unfolded his mental power, he noticed slightly that the language reaching his ears seemed to have some mental reaction. However, it was very weak. He tried to use his own mental power to communicate with this weak mental power.
After the two mental powers were connected, he understood what the repeated voice was.
"Deep in the mist of the mountains, devourer of monsters, stalker in the night, darling of the moon, spreader of fear, terrifying and violent bloodthirsty devil, accept my sacrifice, listen to my call, now
In this life, I will defeat all enemies who stand in my way."
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Klaus was a little confused, as if someone was offering me a sacrifice and calling me. What kind of terrifying communicator? Bloodthirsty devil? Do I have so many names?
Although the commotion I made was a bit big, could it be that it has already spread from person to person on the mainland?
Although Klaus is very wary and afraid of death, he is now very curious. It has been four months since he became a monster. This is the first time he has encountered such a thing. He has never heard from the dark wizard that there are such symptoms.
Another place, over to the summoner. Under the earth covered by clouds and mist, darkness is the main style of this dry land.
The wings of the giant dragon soared in the sky, and the dragon flames spit out by the fire dragon burned the gray-white orcs to death. The iron swords and armor were melted into molten iron by the high temperature of the dragon flames, and the ashes mixed with the corpses formed patches of no man's land on the battlefield.
The allied forces of elves, dwarves, and humans were originally at a disadvantage on the battlefield, but due to the sudden addition of the dragon, the battle situation turned against them.
The coalition's morale was greatly improved, and their human hero, Prince Albert of Gal Yage, found the giant dragon on the Lonely Mountain.
Dwarf King Arjef rode a heavily armored Storm Goat, raised the Star Breaker in his hand, and shouted: "Warriors, rush into the gate of the gray orcs, knock down their towers, and smash Ah.
Dev’s head.”
As the dwarf king shouted, the dwarf cavalry began to gather towards him. The Storm Goat used his horns to rush out of the battlefield.
The gate of the gray-white orc city wall has always been open. The fearless gray-white orcs never knew what it meant to defend the city.
The charge of the dwarves attracted attention on the battlefield, and the orc generals saw their intentions. They wanted to cross the battlefield and rush into the city gate. On the high tower in the city, the beast king was still there.
When the giant dragon came, the Beast King saw that the army was outmatched, so he did not take the lead in the fight as usual and ordered him to take charge of the army. Instead, he went to find the orc wizard on the high tower to summon the demon god.
That was the only chance for their pale orcs to make a comeback. He absolutely could not let those hateful dwarves disturb the Beast King.
Riding a giant wolf that sat down, he raised his scimitar and called to the army: "Go and form a shield wall to stop that group of dwarves!"
The situation on the battlefield was critical. A pair of orc troops, holding shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands, formed a semicircular shield wall with three superimposed shields at the city gate.
But the dwarf cavalry did not retreat. Even if they died, nothing could stop them from retreating.
There were three fire dragons coming from the lonely mountain. Albert lay on the head of one of the giant dragons. The dragon was flying up and down. Abbott held on to the dragon's horn tightly to prevent himself from falling.
Albert suddenly saw the scene below and quickly reminded him, but the wind rushed into his mouth. He could only shout with great effort: "Sir Brady, help the group of dwarves below."
When the giant dragon Brady heard Albert's words, he responded with a loud dragon roar, turned around and flew, spitting out a mouthful of hot dragon flames. The wall shield composed of orcs was directly bombarded, and the flames gradually fell on the ground.
With the shield wall open and no obstruction ahead, the dwarves shouted and charged forward.
The orc warriors who blocked him were constantly knocked away by the storm goats. The orcs fired arrows, and each of the dwarf cavalry fell to the ground and was trampled by their companions behind them.
The elves' bows and arrows were covering, but their attacks were not as direct as the flames of the dragon in the sky. Wherever the orcs resisted, there would be the flames of the dragon.
The brave orc warriors were able to persist until now without escaping, which is already worthy of praise.
The orc general secretly hated the damn dragon! The giant wolf under him had already been hacked to death by the combined efforts of human and dwarf soldiers. He had no choice but to fight hard with his scimitar. The overall situation was decided, and a tragic defeat was unavoidable.
I can only pray that Beast King succeeds.
As long as the Beast King doesn't order a retreat, he will never stop wielding his scimitar.