Chapter 147

The fins on his body stood up, his cold eyes stared at Fenris, wearing light armor, and raised his staff.

Fenris's hair stood upside down and subconsciously avoided it.

A waterline was cut.

Cut several of Fenris's confidants, together with their iron armor, into two pieces.

Fenris' dodge was not very timely, and a long, narrow wound with deep bones appeared on his body.

If his movements are slower, he may be cut in half.

No hesitation.

Fenris was gushing bloody wounds despite his cracking.

Regardless of the arrows shot from around him, he pressed his palm on Commander Naga's head.

"I surrender." Commander Naga threw down the staff in his hand and spoke the standard human language.

Fenris ignited the fire.

There are many mysteries about this commander Naga, but Fenris can't afford to bet.

If he was not killed, then he himself, along with the soldiers who were ambushed, might die together.

After all, who knows whether this commander Naga can release that terrifying spell that seems to be able to split anything again?

The high-temperature flames only ignited for a moment, and then Commander Naga's headless body fell to the ground.

There is no need to shout anything, nor does it need to cut off Commander Naga's suspected flag.

Naga and the fishman were ambushed, and their already low morale fell to the bottom in an instant.

Win.

Fenris sat down with a severe pain.

Covered his blood-seeking wound.

When he just pressed his hand on Commander Naga's head, he was ready to die together.

But since he won, he still plans to live longer.

Fenris felt a little better while chewing on the bitter golden tree leaves in his mouth.

Rand prepared a lot of healing golden leaves for him, but at the same time he warned him not to use too much in a short period of time.

Then he reached his hand on the wound in his abdomen, and the flames ignited again, and the scent of blood and flesh filled Fenris' nose.

After Fenris sat down, his confidant immediately took out a bandage, which continued to seep blood, and even could see the wounds on the abdomen of his intestines vaguely wrapped around him.

In fact, bandages and burning are not of great use. However, as a high-level profession, Fenris forced his muscles to stop the bleeding, and with the golden leaves, he barely escaped death.

As for the battlefield, the soldiers were chasing the fishman and Naga. The enemy who lost the commander was completely disorganized and had almost no threat.

Many human soldiers noticed that their commander was injured, but they still faithfully carried out Fenris' orders.

Expanding the results of the battle is what they should do.

After confirming that he could not die, Fenris still breathed a sigh of relief although his body was in a state of unbearable pain.

And he felt contaminated by Rand.

He asked Tata, the adjutant beside him: "Who among us can speak Naga's language?"

Tata didn't understand why, so he shook his head.

Fenris felt a little sorry, but he said, "If possible, catch more people."

After conveying Fenris' order, Tata asked curiously: "Do you want to interrogate them?"

As an adjutant, Tata claimed that he was far inferior to Fenris, who was the main general. Therefore, if he had the chance, he would ask Fenris for advice.

Fenris shook his head: "I just think they look very strong and should be very good at doing the work." Thank you for your support.

Thank you!

Chapter 218: Dragging people into the water and persuading others to be good

When Taner left the lord's hall and went to find Bishop Kahn, Rand collapsed on his giant, stone lord's seat.

The seat of the lord is very large, and even if he lies down horizontally, it is very spacious.

Recently, the work pressure has begun to increase, and Rand has returned to working all day and working and living happily every day.

So much so that he feels very tired every day.

But one thing is still very comfortable. As long as it is not particularly urgent, he asked Olena to read it to him in a gentle voice when handling the official documents, and then Rand expressed his opinion and asked Olena to record it.

Almost this is how Rand works, without looking with his eyes or writing, and it is still quite comfortable to work while lying down.

Listening to Olena's voice, Rand suddenly felt aroused in his heart and said, "Olena, come here."

Olena approached and was kissed by Rand.

Rand got a roll of his eyes and continued to handle the work.

Just as she continued to deal with the matter one by one, Ellie walked in from outside.

Now the lord's hall and the den office are separated.

Today's den office is a separate building, and it takes about five or six minutes to walk from the den office to the lord's hall.

As for the original den office, it was not demolished, but Rand did not think about what to do there, so he just cleaned up the things and the layout did not change much.

Ellie walked to the front of Rand who had gone from sitting down to lying across the board, took a few steps, looked down at Rand, and lowered her head to block Rand's view towards the ceiling.

"There is good news," Ellie said.

"Oh?" Rand looked at Ellie, "what to say."

Even from such a death perspective, Ellie's face still looks very beautiful.

Ellie stopped looking down at Rand, looked at Olena who had turned her head a little, and bowed her head again: "I'll tell you if you kiss me."

Rand suddenly stood up, pressed Ellie's back on the back of her head with his hand, his lips collided with her, and then lay back.

Ellie rubbed her lips, which was a bit rough, but she felt OK.

"The inner liner of the blast furnace has been made."

Rand was stunned.

"Really?" Rand was not questioning the accuracy of Ellie's news, but was a little disbelief, "Has tested it?"

"Tested." Ellie could understand Rand's joy.

Since the haunted iron ore fell into Rand's hands, Rand thought day and night about how to make the efficient iron smelting furnace he called "blast furnace".

As the administrator and chief alchemist of the den, she was naturally very clear about the difficulties.

"Good?" Ellie asked again looking down at Rand lying in the lord's seat, "Good?"

“I’m very happy.”

"Then kiss me again?" Ellie asked.

Rand once again stood up like a carp, trying to touch Ellie, but was avoided.

As a powerful mage, Ellie naturally reacted much faster than Rand.

After dodging away, Ellie pressed the back of Rand's head, and her lips collided hard as Rand kissed her just now.

Ellie then stretched out her flexible tongue.

After the two of them separated their lips, Ellie looked at Olena happily, rubbed her lips and saliva, "Do you want to go and see now?"

Rand nodded.

To be honest, every technological breakthrough is very difficult.

From the beginning, even a large enough blast furnace could not be built.

By the breakthrough of coke, and now, the inner liner that seems to be resistant to high temperatures has also been made.

This means that the den has the ability to make high-quality iron tools.

Moreover, industrial basic components such as iron wire and iron plate can also be built.

This is a very terrifying breakthrough.

Most of the iron ore in this world are iron ore. If there is no sufficient metallurgical process, the iron produced by these iron ore is not of good enough properties.

Those rich iron ores are OK. As long as they are smelted very roughly, they can become tough iron and then become high-quality weapons and armor.

But iron ore produced by poor iron ore is not good.

If it is not tough enough, or it simply cannot be formed, let alone make steel.

And now, dens have the ability to make the value of poor iron ore almost equal to rich iron ore.

This world has magic metal of high-quality nature, but the output is low and cannot be equipped.

The gold mine that the southern nobles are competing for may be known, and the veins that produce the most accompanying magic metals.

And in this world, at least so far, the power of most people uniting is dominant.

In fact, after the third expansion pack known to Rand, the Vladimir Grand Priest, the power of the gods had a greater impact on the world.

A few strong people still cannot solve the problems they encounter based on their strength alone.

The significance of blast furnaces is self-evident.

Rand, who was originally in a low spirit of high-intensity work for a long time, had a much higher motivation for work.

Follow Ellie to the location of the blast furnace at the den.

The blast furnace is built on the mountain wall, and some of the more primitive ones are still working.

What Rand wants to see is the newly built blast furnace.

The alchemist in charge was the one who was almost killed by a blast furnace explosion and was later cured by Rand. Rand did not expect to suffer such trauma and had no psychological shadow. He was able to come to work again after a few days of rest. people.

"What is the inner liner used?" Rand asked.

"A clay made after ore is ground into powder, and fired." The responsible alchemist still winces when he sees Rand's face. Every time he sees Rand, he subconsciously thinks he has a sadistic habit. The devil.

Now Rand knew that kaolin does not seem to be soil, but ore powder.

"Show me the finished product." Rand looked up at the tall blast furnace. The sunlight reflected on the surface of the blast furnace was a bit dazzling.

...

On the other hand, Bishop Tanl and Bishop Kahn were still talking.

"Long time no see." Bishop Kahn breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that Taner in front of him was his student, and he still maintained his original sense of justice and belief.

As long as Taner has not become a greedy or cringeful person, he still maintains the fire in his heart.

Then Bishop Kahn will always admit that Taner is his student.

Therefore, he was not too anxious to talk about the serious matters, but planned to talk about some family matters first.

As we all know, a senior who hasn't seen for a long time talks with you, basically talking about your dark history when you were a child.

Fortunately, Taner was lucky that there was no third person here, and the sound insulation was good.

Although he thought he had forgotten memories and started attacking him again due to Bishop Kahn's renovation, chatting with his mentor for a long time still made Taner feel relaxed.

But after all, we have to return to the topic.

After a while of conversation, Bishop Kahn re-talked about the main business.

"So there is one here, too..." Bishop Kahn thought about the wording, "Native sect?"

He didn't think in this direction at the beginning, and did not bring ritual instruments to detect it everywhere when he came to other people's territory. That would be too impolite.

No wonder Bishop Kahn sometimes felt tense involuntarily when he was operating in this territory, especially last time.

"Yes." Taner admitted.

Bishop Kahn re-examines Taner: "So you apostate?"

The originally old and cynical face became a little sarcastic: "The wild dog of the God of Struggle, the corpse of the Apostle of the Disaster, or the blood of nurturing?"