Chapter 811 662 Shaping the Industrial System (Part 1)

This question came without warning, and was even a little abrupt, but Dacus was not surprised. He knew that Malekith was always like this, always asking thoughtful questions at unexpected times to pry into other people's intentions, even if the intentions were completely insignificant, or even just a simple test to see how the other party would answer.

He did not rush to answer, but exhaled gently, as if he was thinking, and as if he was considering some more hidden meaning.

"Well... the word optimistic may not be accurate." Daxus tilted his head slightly and looked at Malekith with a faint smile on his lips, "But compared to others, he is indeed a good chess piece?"

"Chess piece?" Malekith's tone could not tell whether he was happy or angry, "So, you don't think he is an ally worth cultivating, but just a tool that can be used?"

"He is much less proud than he is willing to admit. He knows how to weigh the pros and cons, when to fight and when to retreat, and most importantly..."

Daxu paused, and looked subtly at the Vaal priests who were carefully studying the smelting process in the distance, as if this scene had some kind of echoing connection with their conversation.

"He is willing to accept new things."

"Then why not choose him? He is the son of Finnubar." Malekith was silent for a moment, then sneered, and a barely perceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

"Him? No!"

"Oh?" Malekith tilted his head slightly, revealing a hint of interest, "Why?"

"Although he is a good choice, he lacks some characteristics..." Daquus frowned slightly, as if he couldn't tell what the missing part was.

His eyes slowly fell on Bel-Aihor, watching the young Asur trying to talk to the Vaal priests, trying to understand what they were discussing, with an outsider's desire for the unknown, and also with a sense of alienation that could not be fully integrated.

"I don't know how to describe it, but you should understand?" Daquus retracted his gaze and looked at Malekith.

This sentence made Malekith fall into a brief contemplation. He did not respond immediately. With his hands folded, he used the iron fingers of his right hand to knock on the armor of his left arm, making a low metal echo, as if he was calculating something, and as if he was savoring Daquus' words.

After a moment of silence, he nodded gently, and his armor collided slightly during this action, making a subtle metal sound.

"I understand, I know what you are saying." He finally said, his voice was low and profound, with a hint of thoughtfulness. "So... how do you plan to arrange him?"

His eyes fell on Dacus, and the flames of his eyes, which contained endless conspiracy and wisdom, seemed to be trying to analyze Dacus's intentions.

"I am willing to teach him." He continued, his tone calm but sharp, "I don't mind at all, just like when we first met."

Darkius did not respond immediately, but tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was recalling some past events, or as if he was weighing some possibilities.

"I don't plan to arrange him." He spoke slowly, his tone was relaxed, as if he didn't care about the answer to this question at all.

"I just need to watch him take that path by himself."

"Which path?"

Darkius did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his head and looked at the machines in operation in the distance. The blazing fire reflected the jumping light in his eyes, making his eyes look deeper and more distant.

That is the flame of industry, a new world interwoven with steel and order. It burns the shadow of the old era, drives away decay, and forges a new order.

"The road to the future!" Dacus whispered, as if answering Malekith, or as if talking to himself.

"Although I am not like you, I know that there is never only one road to the future." Malekith narrowed his eyes, looked at Dacus thoughtfully, and then said slowly.

"So, it's too early for us to talk about this now." Dacus chuckled and shrugged, his eyes still lingering in the blazing flames, as if staring at a future that has not yet taken shape.

In his view, Aris's fate is predetermined, so he will swear to Aris: Your future is in Elsing Alvin.

And Aris's smile is particularly miserable and ironic, because he seems to understand?

Dacuus didn't mind Aris shooting him, nor did he mind Aris shooting Morathi. On the contrary, he was very happy to do so, just like completing a witness, just like completing an achievement that was difficult to trigger and achieve under certain conditions.

He also didn't mind that after Druki landed in Ulthuan, Aris led the Nagarys troops to attack Druki. After all, this is a war, a life-and-death war, and it all depends on ability. Druki was beaten, that's pure green, the preliminary work was not done well, that's his and Malekith's fault.

But he minded other things, such as the destruction of the steel mill in Naggarond, which was not yet visible.

Then you, ah... right.

Although this is also a way of war, he can't accept it.

Dacuus actually said everything he should say. If Aris comes to Naggaroth again, he doesn't mind imitating Alandrian at all, and the hunting lineup is stronger and more luxurious.

After all, he looks a bit like Alandrian, doesn't he? Alandrian likes hunting, and so does he, although the things he hunts are not in the same dimension. But he doesn't have two crazy daughters who believe in Cain and a wife who doesn't know how to evaluate.

His power of destiny is always in effect, and it is getting stronger and stronger, and the aura radiates a wider range. Although it is becoming more and more useless now, after all, everyone who should know has known, and everyone who should die has died.

But it can also be used in other places, such as finding the existence hidden in the crowd, just like he found Genevieve and Manfred. Now, he doesn't need to ask one by one, he can recognize them at a distance.

Therefore, there are several turning points in Aris's fate. One is to come to Naggaroth again, make a big fuss, and then give away his head; the other is that after Duruqi landed in Ulthuan, he fought with Duruqi and died on the battlefield.

Of course, there are other situations, such as Aris meeting Malekith again in Ulthuan. At that time, Aris's fate will have two turning points, one is being killed by Malekith, or killing Malekith in return, or reaching a reconciliation.

The matter between Aris and Malekith is between them, and Dacus will not interfere, no matter what the result is, just like he will not interfere in the matter between Malekith and the white dwarf, which Dacus told Aris.

If they reach a reconciliation, all the conditions will be triggered, and there will be no place for Aris in Nagareth, which is related to politics, race and the past.

The matter of Nagareth is the matter of Nagareth, which is fundamentally different from the matter of Duruchi and Asur. The former is more like an internal problem, and the latter is more like a confrontation at the national level.

The land of Nagareth must be divided, and it will be divided among the veterans of Duruchi. This is a bonus, a promise, and an agreement. We can't let the old Qin people bleed and cry.

However, Dacus could not do it. He did not have the ability to let Duruchi live in the west of Nagareth, let Aris rule the east of Nagareth, and let the two waves of people who had fought to death before sit down as if nothing had happened. What does the old Qin people think? This is his base.

The most difficult contradictions to reconcile are generally recognized: religious contradictions, ethnic contradictions, and class contradictions. Nagareth has some of them. When they are superimposed, it becomes more complicated and difficult to handle.

Therefore, it is inevitable that Aris will leave Nagareth and go to Elsin Alvin. In addition to Aris, there are also residents living in the east of Nagareth.

At that time, they will be sent away in one wave to solve the problem fundamentally. When they are sent to Elsin Alvin, the Shadow Forest and the Dragon Forest need to be cleared and order needs to be established. Aeso Talarian, which is close to the Shadow Forest, needs to rise again from the sea level of the Claw Sea. Lauren Loren, the Shadow Forest and the Dragon Forest need to be connected.

This is a strategy he has planned long ago.

Forest... Shadow Warrior... Perfect match!

Therefore, Aris's smile was particularly miserable and ironic because he understood!

The same is true for Eltharion. His fate also has many turning points. Maybe in the next days in Naggaroth, he will serve as the adjutant of Malekith or Dacreus? Being an adjutant to Malekith means taking a purely military route, but being an adjutant to Dacreus means a mixed one.

A young man came to the elven version of the Phoenix Court...

Later, he may return to Ulthuan or stay in Naggaroth. If he stays in Naggaroth, he will become a dread lord and lead a large army to land in Ulthuan? But Dacreus thinks this possibility is very low and the probability of it happening is not high. In essence, this is an escape for him. He can obviously do more and better.

Dacreus thinks that Eltharion may return to Ulthuan in advance. As for what he will do when he returns...

Let the tiger go back to the mountain?

Become a traitor?

Or something else?

Dakwus didn't know, just like he said to Malekith: Let Eltharion choose the future path himself. On this point, he won't do it too deliberately. Everything depends on human effort. He believes in himself.

There are many paths before Eltharion. The upper limit may be to become the thirteenth or fourteenth Phoenix King after him? The lower limit is much more...

And Bel-Ahor is much simpler.

Dakwus decided to take him with him first, let him gradually integrate into the Duruchi society, get familiar with everything here, and then give him specific responsibilities.

Bel-Ahor will no longer be just a bystander. He will truly step into this dark land to understand those things that are completely contrary to the education he received since childhood, and to witness with his own eyes how those rules called depravity by Asur maintain the operation of this world.

However, the more you understand, the deeper the fear will be.

He thought he had already prepared himself mentally. After all, in the war years, he had seen many cruel realities and heard countless rumors about Duruchi.

But when he really stood on the land of Naggaroth, he truly realized how ridiculous and shallow his understanding of this world was.

He began to fear.

He feared the people here. They were cold, calculating, cruel, but unexpectedly efficient, and changing in the so-called good direction, even more orderly than the Asur society he once served.

He feared the order here. Here, the law is to consolidate the rule of the strong. The strong can make rules at will, and the weak can only obey, but the weak will not be crushed, because the law here is to protect justice and to prevent the weak from being crushed.

He is afraid of the future here. If such a social model is truly stable and expands, it will be more indestructible and more difficult than Osunan's kingdom.

He even began to fear himself, and he thought he would disgust all of this, but he found that on this land, some rules made him a terrible sense of recognition.

The world of Azer seemed to be glorious, but it was decaying. Those rotten nobles adhere to traditions, fight for power, but pretend to be noble. And Trump, they never concealed their nature, they embraced the new era and expanded themselves.

He started to be confused and began to struggle.

He didn't know how he should face the collapse of this cognition, and he didn't know where he should go in the future. He could only continue to move forward, step into this world step by step, enter Trude's empire, and find answers in fear.

In the end, in the game between Dak Us and Findubar, he would become the most heavier chess piece. He knew the logic of the operation of Trude's society and he knew Dakius's terrible.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He will unwaverly stand on Dakius and become Daka, to depict Trudech he knows, and let his father make the right choice to the Ausur nobles in the Finduabar faction.

What to tear the magic syndrome ...

Therefore, Dakius would not do too deliberate, and he was artificial. He believed himself. He believed that those Azer, Eli, and Asla, who embarked on Nagaros, would make the right choice.

Dakius thought about it suddenly. The reason why he laughed was not because he thought of something, but because he observed a special but normal phenomenon.

The Trucci craftsmen in the workshop went sideways like a crab!

And the most important thing is that their heads are fixed. No matter how they go, their eyes will not look in the direction of him and Malekis, as if there are something terrible here, and even those who continue to run continuously The machine is also respectful.

"You, come here!"

Just as Malekis was about to ask why he laughed, Dacius suddenly reached out and beckoned at a unlucky egg closest to himself.

However, no one cares about him.

Not only did no one come, but not even looking at him at a glance. The group of Trucci craftsmen still worked hard, as if I did n’t hear it at all. Crab opened the cross -collision mode.

"Am I so terrible? Is it so abominable?" Dakius raised his eyebrows and muttered in a low voice.

The sound of this sentence was not large, and Helsis and Koulan, who were behind, couldn't hear, and the volume was not small. Malekis, who was just standing beside him, heard it clearly.

"You seem to be boring?" Malekis spoke lightly, with a calm tone. Only those sharp fireworks were slightly darker, showing a trace of impatience.

Dakius laughed, touched his nose, didn't answer anymore, and then turned his eyes, looking at Hilsses hanging behind, at the same time, pointing to a Trucci craftsman.

The named craftsman was originally like a domineering crab. As a result, now it suddenly became a lamb to be slaughtered. He was stretched by Hilsis and dragged him in front of Dakius.

Then, a flat conversation began.

Classic you ask me to answer.

Fortunately, the craftsman's face was wearing Crene. It was not too loser, but the sound became smaller and smaller. In the end, it seemed to be humming, and Daxius was more and more dissatisfied.

Of course, Dakius also got the answer he wanted, such as faith, work treatment, working hours, food, etc.

After asking, he waved his hand and signaled the craftsman to continue to work. The latter nodded quickly, turned around and sprinkled his legs, as if he was afraid that he would be thrown into the furnace into a steel ingot because he would be directly thrown into the furnace.

Dakius didn't say anything more and made a promise, although this treatment really frowned.

If you think about it, the life and work time of craftsmen are not better than where the labor dispatch. Of course, if you want to say what is the difference ... probably a little preferential treatment on the food, at least it will not be a whip because of a small mistake, and there is one of the most important, freedom!

Yes, they are free. They are not bound by chains like slaves and can act freely, but in fact ...

The old saying is good, men are used as animals, women are used as men.

But when it comes to Trump, this sentence has been completely evolved: men and women are unified, standard pure cattle and horses!

Here, gender equality has been implemented the most, and truly realized "everyone is equal, men and women are bulls and horses. "

Whether it's a man or a woman, as long as you are still breathing, you have to work!

"This is really a bright and hopeful future."

For a while, Dacius was a little speechless and could only say a word.

Subsequently, he squeezed into the Valt priests, who was still talking warmly, and sneaked a sneaky meaning, listening to their discussions.

The integration of these Valt priests is faster than he imagined. It is so fast that they have fully adapted to the environment here, and began to discuss how to further upgrade the jaw crusher.

The jaw crusher, also known as the Tiger's Mouth, consists of two jaw plates, the moving jaw and the static jaw, forming a crushing chamber. It simulates the movement of the two jaws of animals to complete the material crushing operation. It is widely used in the crushing of various ores and bulk materials in industries such as mining, smelting, building materials, roads, railways, water conservancy and chemicals.

It belongs to the core point of the technology tree. In this workshop alone, in addition to the coarse crushing of iron ore powder, the crushing of limestone also requires a crusher. But it cannot be said that there are multiple sets of technical systems locked behind it. After all, other industries can be carried out without a crusher.

According to the game, lighting up the crusher is equivalent to increasing efficiency by 50%.

The crusher in this workshop is a perfect combination of technology and magic. There is a Hecate emblem on the machine. Technology... refers to hand cranking.

There is a starter crank next to the machine, similar to the one used to start tanks and tractors, but the crank needs to be started all the time, and it is very long, long enough for twenty labor dispatches to operate together, just like the sailors who paddle the boats in the cabin of the Mediterranean? Or slaves?

It's absurd.

In 1806, a roller crusher driven by a steam engine appeared. As for what a roller crusher is...

In 1858, the jaw crusher was invented.

Afterwards, the jaw crusher was continuously upgraded.

The reason why it is absurd is that the jaw crusher in front of Dacus is an impact crusher with continuous crushing action. Its production efficiency is higher than that of the jaw crusher with intermittent crushing action, and its energy consumption is lower, which is why labor dispatch can play with it.

There is a kind of beauty that has stepped into the 20th century with one foot and just stepped into the 19th century with one foot.

"If we adjust the angle of the eccentric shaft, we may be able to improve the crushing efficiency!"

"But this will increase the load of the equipment. Of course, we can improve the bearing capacity of the material."

"Perhaps a buffer structure can be installed at the support point, so that the loss caused by vibration can be reduced."

"This requires more accurate calculations..."

Listening to the discussion, Dacus did not interrupt or interrupt rashly, but chose to listen quietly and observe the thinking mode and discussion focus of the Val priests.

The group of Val priests, who were shocked at the beginning, have now begun to think about how to improve these machines. Their adaptability, learning ability, and enthusiasm for forging technology are truly admirable.

Daquus's eyes fell on a priest, who was excitedly explaining and gesturing with his hands, describing a plan to improve a certain mechanical structure.

However, he was still just listening, and did not interrupt rashly, nor did he make pretentious comments, nor did he try to show off his erudition in front of experts like some leaders did.

Until... (End of this chapter)