Chapter 209 Night Meeting

"Haha, it's really because my mother is the class teacher." A Holy Sword Knight smiled, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, "We have business here. Third brother, please take out the things you brought." "

The third child was carrying a large backpack made of linen. There was a difference between a linen bag sewn by adventurers themselves and a [linen bag] made with tailoring skills. Yang Yi looked at it with the Lord's Eye. Can't see the attribute information of the item.

The third child put down the linen bag, and he opened the package. The contents inside were very inconspicuous, looking like a bunch of weeds and grass roots.

"What is this?" Yang Yi asked.

"These are grass stems and roots collected from the bushes in the Barrens. These things are mixed together. When set on fire, thick black smoke will emit." A holy sword knight explained.

"Black smoke? Is this something used as a pyrotechnic signal?"

"Yes, the barren land is flat. Our two legs can't outrun a centaur's four legs. Burning this thing as smoke is the best."

There are no mobile phones or Internet in the world of Azeroth, and communication is not smooth. However, adventurers are quick-witted and have already come up with various ideas to deal with problems while wandering in this world. For example, collecting shrubs and fodder that can be found everywhere in the barren land and burning them as simple beacons is very popular among adventurers. It's already very common.

"Beacon Tower, this is a good idea."

Yang Yi remembered that the Defias Brotherhood used fireworks to send rescue signals when their ship ran aground on the island, which was more effective than his Eagle Eye technique.

"This thing is very useful. I'll ask the murlocs from Ratchet Town to follow you and collect more materials for making black smoke. It will be useful to deal with the centaurs this time."

Yang Yi was not polite and asked the three Knights of the Holy Sword to help.

The three agreed.

In the next two days, the murloc scout team was arranged to go out, but the Kokar Centaur did not appear.

Yang Yi has been staying in the backwater village of the backwater oasis, and the earth city wall has been under construction step by step under the command of Garn Mathers. Apart from supervising the construction work of the fishmen, Yang Yi could not do much else. Most of the time, he stayed in the backwater village and fished by the lake with a fishing rod.

The water in the backwater oasis has been purified. The source of pollution has been stopped since Yang Yi pulled out the card of the oil prospector last time. Now the lake is clear, but the snap-mouthed turtles in the lake are still irritable, and the white mushrooms on the edge of the lake are still It's still poisonous, and it seems there's something fishy going on in the lake.

Yang Yi suspected that what caused these changes was what the tauren Tujia Rune Totem and Mu Xiaolan had been investigating, which was the so-called mysterious energy underground in the Barrens.

The fishmen are busy building the backwater village. More and more adventurers are gathering outside the backwater fishman village. They are all discussing the earth city wall being built.

"This wall is built high enough. If the city wall is built well, it might not be easy to capture this place without siege equipment." An adventurer said, looking up at the 5-meter-high earthen city wall.

"We underestimated these murlocs before, but we didn't expect their construction abilities to be so strong."

"It's not all the work of the fishmen. You see, those who are commanding are all humans. I heard that this 5-meter-high earth city wall is a level 3 building in the town. It requires at least level 6 construction workers to build it. It seems that these humans are not Simple."

"It cannot be said that it is not the work of the fishmen. The ability of the fishmen to hire level 6 construction workers is also a sign of their ability. Our guild wanted to build a small village, but none of the aboriginal construction workers were willing to come."

"That's because your guild didn't have a good relationship with the aboriginal people and didn't find the right people. I heard that the people in the Glory Guild are planning to build their own village this time and have already hired a few junior goblin builders from the venture capital company."

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The adventurers chatted with each other outside the backwater village. Everyone was amazed that the fishmen could build the town's level 3 earth wall so quickly. Most people didn't expect that the fishmen could hire so many high-level construction workers at the same time. Come help build.

Adventurers have been in the world of Azeroth for so long, and some people have already planned to build their own stronghold. The adventurers do not have the construction skills of the indigenous people, so it is much slower to build houses, and they also need sufficient construction knowledge. But this is not a problem for the adventurers. There are all kinds of talents among the adventurers, and there is no shortage of construction talents.

After the major forces hired enough construction talents, they began to build houses by themselves. Although the speed was a little slow, they could build spacious and bright houses in a year and a half.

But this speed is too slow, and many people are still homeless. What's more important is that the buildings built by adventurers were not built with construction skills. The adventurers found that no matter how much they built the buildings to look like aboriginal houses, the aborigines just wouldn't pay for it.

For example, some forces wanted to develop blacksmiths, so they built a house that looked exactly like the level 1 blacksmith shop in an aboriginal village. However, the aboriginal blacksmith they invited said that this was not a blacksmith shop at all, and the blacksmith's forging skills could not be used at all. use.

For those adventurers who just want a shelter from the wind and rain, having a house is enough, but for some big forces who are determined to develop and grow, this becomes a problem. These powerful forces know that adventurers cannot learn skills, so they have long thought of recruiting indigenous people with various talents for their own use. Therefore, they must give these invited indigenous talents a place to display their skills.

Therefore, many forces are trying their best to find indigenous builders. From the current situation, the builders of the major races of the tribe and the alliance forces cannot be hired unless there are special circumstances. They can only find neutral or money-hungry races such as goblins, and they can only hire the lowest-level builders.

More and more adventurers gathered outside the Dead Water Murloc Village, and many people were unwilling to disperse, thinking about whether they could take away a few high-level indigenous human builders from the murlocs.

Lu Xiaoming also came to the earthen wall of the Dead Water Murloc Village. As usual, he was followed by Ma Ping Lan and the military advisor boy called Mouse, in addition to his five capable generals.

Lu Xiaoming always likes to show off, but this time he only brought seven people out, which was an exception for him, which surprised Ma Ping Lan, who had been following him.

"Tsk tsk, this wall is built high enough. I didn't expect these murlocs to be so good at it." Lu Xiaoming said with his hands on his waist and his fat neck raised with difficulty.

"Master, I think we can notify the centaurs to set off." Ma Pi Lan reminded.

Lu Xiaoming did not decide immediately. He turned back to look at the boy called Hao Zi.

Hao Zi looked at the earthen wall thoughtfully. The speed of the fishmen's construction was far beyond his original expectation. Until he saw Lu Xiaoming looking at him, he said: "Destroying this fishman village is actually not good for us, but since the centaurs like to do this, we might as well continue to cooperate with them and notify the centaurs to come tomorrow."

Hao Zi, the military advisor, spoke, and Lu Xiaoming signaled Ma Pi Lan to arrange people to notify the centaurs.

"You go back first." Lu Xiaoming suddenly said after arranging things, "This young master needs to be quiet and walk alone."

"Young master wants to walk alone? It's too dangerous to be alone. Let Xiao Lan Zi stay to accompany the young master." Ma Pi Lan quickly showed his loyalty.

"What the hell! Get out of here!"

Lu Xiaoming drove all his followers away without saying a word.

Lu Xiaoming only brought a few people out this time. Ma Pi Lan and the others felt strange at the beginning. Now Lu Xiaoming wanted to drive them all away, which was even more strange. However, under Lu Xiaoming's tyranny, no one dared to say anything and all walked away obediently.

A few hours later, the sky in the barren land gradually darkened.

Yang Yi walked alone to the other side of the lake in the Dead Water Fishman Village. This was where Mu Xiaolan and Ajie chose to make a fire and spend the night.

Yang Yi carried a hard short bow on his back, and now he has changed back to human form.

"Damn, it's dark and cold in the middle of the night. What a bad time and place Lu Xiaoming chose." Yang Yi complained.

This time Lu Xiaoming asked Yang Yi to meet him, and the location was chosen nearby, and the time was specially set at night. However, the temperature difference between day and night in this barren land is very large. For some reason, it is particularly cold tonight. Yang Yi is not afraid of the cold when he is in the fishman form, but the human form can't stand the cold wind blowing in the plain at night.

After receiving the letter from Lu Xiaoming, Yang Yi hesitated for a long time, and finally he decided to meet Lu Xiaoming.

Yang Yi endured the cold wind and searched around, and finally found a person squatting on the ground in the dark, his whole body still trembling.

"Woo, brother, you are here!" The man cried pitifully with a crying voice.

The person who was shivering like a meat ball was Lu Xiaoming. He burst into tears when he saw Yang Yi appear. He didn't know whether he was frozen by the cold wind or was too moved to see Yang Yi.

"I said, what are you doing squatting on the ground, why don't you light a fire?" Yang Yi asked.

"Brother, I don't know how to light a fire." Lu Xiaoming wanted to cry but had no tears. Before coming, he had never considered making a fire to keep warm.

Under normal circumstances, adventurers would light a bonfire to keep warm when they stayed in the wild at night, but Lu Xiaoming always brought a lot of followers with him, and never needed to make a fire by himself. He didn't know how to make a fire at all, so he could only squat to avoid the wind.

"Look at you. You haven't even learned how to make a fire after being in this world for so long." Yang Yi walked over and pulled Lu Xiaoming up while talking.

"Brother, can you make a fire? I'm almost freezing to death." Lu Xiaoming asked Yang Yi anxiously, thinking that he had finally found a savior.

"This..." Yang Yi subconsciously touched the linen bag on his body, paused for a long time and smiled bitterly: "I think I'd better squat with you."

Yang Yi appeared in the world of Azeroth as a murloc for a long time, so he didn't have any tools for making fire on him. Now he couldn't get him to make fire by drilling wood.

"Then let's squat together, woo woo..." Lu Xiaoming really cried this time.

Yang Yi was also very cold, he hurried over and squatted with Lu Xiaoming on the wasteland of the Dead Water Oasis. .