Chapter 469 2. The Smog that Covers the Sky --- Learn for My Love Qaz Brothers Add More 【2/20】

Chapter 469 2. The smog that covers the sky --- learn for my love, qaz brothers add more [220]

The night is fleeting.

Before the sun rose, the sowing of the old Dalson's farm had already ended. Although there were a few minor accidents during the period, these imitation planters finally completed their tasks before dawn.

These stupid, black and thick machines will use sharp steel plows to cut open the cultivated land and sprinkle the seeds in. This technology has passed the test of time in the Defias Federation, and the technicians in the Black Iron District have done it several times. This transformation, in short, is the same as the harvest last autumn, and it took only a negligible amount of time to complete the complicated cultivation process.

Old Dalson washed his face with cold water, and stood on the edge of his big farm, looking at the neatly cultivated land. This old farmer who had been farming all his life couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

In the past, whether it was harvesting or farming, his family’s farm needed to temporarily hire a lot of farm laborers from Andorhal City. Not to mention the time spent, the salary and food paid to the farm laborers alone were enough to make his heart hurt for a long time. .

Farmers are at the bottom of society, but they also have their own wisdom in life. There is almost no need to compare whether it is more cost-effective to use machines or hire farmers, and this is still at the beginning of mechanical imitation in northern Xinjiang. If it is really like Di The Fia Federal District is sparsely populated, and with the large-scale use of machinery, the price of farming and harvesting will be lower, and you can even buy machinery yourself.

This is probably the first time in the life of a northern Xinjiang farmer like Old Dalson who has been involved in such a tall thing as engineering. Old Dalson still vaguely remembers that when he was a child, when he was led by his father to play in Stratholme, He'd seen the little, rambunctious midgets peddling odd mechanical dolls down the street.

Those mechanical frogs and doll soldiers who can jump for a while as long as they are wound up, he once disassembled one or two toys, and the structure inside dazzled him. When he was young and frivolous, old Dalson hadn't When he became so philistine and stingy, he also had a dream. He also wanted to learn from those dwarves and make his own steel toys.

But now, that dream seems to have come true...

The old farmer walked to the planter that had stopped working. He stretched out his hand and stroked the icy steel creation. The machine was like a quiet monster, allowing old Dalson to touch it.

"What's the matter? Old man, do you like this big guy?"

The foreman who had been busy all night stared at the red eyes and walked to the old Dalson. He was smoking a cigarette, coughing, and asked:

"It's spectacular, it's great, isn't it?"

"Um."

The farmer nodded silently. After a while, he looked back at the foreman, at the old guy who grew up together, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you, I mean, the Royal Apothecary's Company, take apprentices?"

"What's the meaning?"

The foreman blinked and heard old Dalson say:

"I want to send my son there. That kid was as fascinated by these machines as I was when I was a child, but what did my father say at the time? These things are toys for the nobles, and they are luxury things that us commoners should not touch. But look now, I can also pay machines to help me plow my fields, and I think these things are supposed to serve people."

The old man laughed a few words:

"So, since my son likes to play with these things, why not let him learn, even if he fails to learn, he can inherit my farm when he comes back."

"Then you'd better send him to Southern Xinjiang. Our machines are actually "learned" from Southern Xinjiang."

The foreman who traveled north and south had seen the world. While washing his face with cold water, he explained to the old Dalson whose complexion changed slightly:

"Don't be afraid, old friend, I didn't mean to let little Dalson go to seek refuge with the undead, the Black Iron District, you know? It's the Burning Plains, that city is not managed by the undead. I went there once, and it was full of dwarves and gnomes , that is a "mechanical city"! It is said that the best engineers and mechanics in the entire world gather there."

"The Black Iron District does not prohibit the delivery of machinery to northern Xinjiang, but the price of those things is too expensive, and the merchants in northern Xinjiang dare not cross the border to go there, so there has not been much business dealings, but I heard that , The factory over there is recruiting workers, and the treatment is very good, you can let little Dalson try it."

"That is the territory of the undead after all."

Old Dalson hesitated, but the foreman shrugged:

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those paladins and priests, old man, the undead on the side of the dark blade are just very fierce to the soldiers who fight against them, you probably don't know, the death knights of the dark blade don't kill unarmed civilians, I I heard a lot of things like this in the bars in the Black Iron District, and the Defias District, under the rule of the undead, is said to be more just than the former nobles."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, come on, start boiling the potion."

The foreman, who ate a piece of cold bread in two or three bites, waved to Old Dalson, and after a while, they came to the front of the installed medicine pot. It was a simple stone platform, and there was dry firewood burning under the pot. Boiling hot water.

Under the command of several pharmacists, the foreman put on a simple mask and distributed it to the old Dalson and his son. The process of making the medicine is simpler than the old Dalson imagined, and there is no legend at all. The pharmacy in China is so mysterious, they carried a few vats of raw materials, stood next to the pot, picked up the shovel according to the pharmacist's instructions, and poured some strange materials into the pot from time to time.

After more than an hour, the viscous liquid in the pot had completely melted. The old Dalson tilted his head and took a peek at the pot. The water in it turned into a viscous dark green with some strange light. , from time to time there are disgusting bubbles coming out from the bottom of the pot, which makes people feel unappetizing when they look at it.

"Wait, it will take an hour for these medicines to be ready. Increase the fire and let the water dry up, and some smoke will be produced, but this is a normal phenomenon...cough cough..."

The pharmacist took off his mask, coughed twice due to the pungent smell, and then said to the others around him:

"After crystallization, you can turn off the fire, then break the crystals and store them in the warehouse."

"Understood, Mr. Pharmacist, you go to rest first."

The foreman sent the pharmacist away with a bow and bow, and then waved to the old Dalson. The two old men sat in the house by the field and drank wine. After a while, the young Dalson waved to his father on horseback:

"Father, I'm going to Andorhal, and I'll be back in the afternoon."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his father to respond, he flicked his horsewhip and rushed out of the farm. Looking at this scene, the drunk old Dalson said to the foreman beside him:

"Look at him, he knows how to hang out all day long, dreaming about being a knight all day long, and he thinks I don't know what he's doing... Tsk tsk, look, the smoke rises, and the smell changes Well, there's still a hint of sweetness."

The foreman turned his head to look, and in the open space of Dalson Farm behind him, billowing yellow smoke was already rising above the three medicine pots burned by flames, and the same smoke rose from other nearby farms. The smoke rose into the sky, and did not dissipate immediately, but spread out bit by bit, as if sinking into the air, and within 20 minutes, it enveloped Dalson Farm and the surrounding trees.

"Ahem..."

Old Dalson took a sip of his wine, then stood up tremblingly, he took a few steps forward, a blush flashed across his old face due to years of hard work, he rubbed his heart, and said in a low voice:

"I'm a little... a little... uncomfortable."

"boom"

The figure of the old farmer fell down on the ground that had just been planted, and behind him, the foreman had already buried his head on the wine table, as if he was sleeping, but a trace of shocking blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The pale yellow mist in the sky is getting thicker and thicker. Under the wind blowing in the forest, the mist is still drifting towards the northwest direction, like the mouth of hell made of smoke. In this early morning when the sun was first born, At a speed visible to the naked eye, all the creatures below are shrouded in this cruel end.

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"Where did the smoke come from?"

In the barracks near Andorhal, a large city in the western region of Stratholme, Alsace, who had just finished his morning training, raised his head and could see the pale yellow smoke rippling in the sky in the direction of Hearthglen. The sky above Fang Dadi is like a lingering cloud.

This strange scene made Alsace feel a little puzzled.

Arthas Menethil, the prince of Lordaeron, the son of King Terenas Menethil, and the future heir apparent of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, logically, at his age, he should have stayed in the court To learn the art of ruling, or to be gilded in the barracks near the capital, but Arthas was very stubborn and plunged into the barracks of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Many people know the reason why Prince Arthas joined the army. A few years ago, the Kingdom of Stormwind was captured by the undead. King Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind lost his wife and son, and was seriously injured himself. After the incompetent King Varian came to the northern border, he chose to leave alone.

This incident stimulated Alsace, who was still underage at the time. He grew up with Varian since he was a child. In his heart, he regarded Varian as his closest brother, and what happened to Varian made Alsace On the day King Varian disappeared, he secretly vowed to avenge his brother and nephew with his own hands.

This kind of belief drives His Royal Highness to train very hard on weekdays, as if there is a fire burning in his heart, pushing him forward. This desperate energy makes the young prince stand out among the recruits. Coupled with King Terenas' personal request, two years ago, the prestigious Silver Hand Grand Knight Uther Lightbringer became his mentor.

The talent of His Royal Highness is also very good. Originally, in a few months, Alsace would be able to pass the high-level knight training of the Silver Hand and become a real high-level paladin, but at this time, there was another sudden event.

Tyrion Dawnblade, the King of Dark Blades, kidnapped Jaina Proudmoore, the princess of Kul Tiras, who was also the lover of Prince Arthas one night, and that night, His Royal Highness gave everything to want To save his lover, but was easily defeated in front of Tyrion, like a bug that is overwhelmed.

He almost lost his life, and what frightened him the most was that he almost saw his lover fall in front of his eyes. That kind of impotent anger, that kind of pain, that kind of crisis made Arsa After the disaster that day, Si became more persistent, stubborn, and crazily sharpened his martial arts. It is said that he also planned to go to the ocean, to the Borean Tundra, and learn the Holy Light from those reclusive Draenei garrison officers. combat skills.

All the past experiences have shaped this prince, like being thrown into a forge and hammered continuously, the steel that is constantly shaped, while becoming tougher, also makes him more dangerous. He knows that he will always One day he would have to face Tyrion, and when that day came, he didn't want to fail again.

"Farric!"

The resting prince noticed the smoke floating in the northern sky, and he called out the name of his attendant loudly. A moment later, a tall guard walked up to the prince, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, what do you need?"

"Those smokes! What's the matter with those strange smokes?"

The young prince frowned and asked, and the royal guard Falrick also raised his head and took a look. He stepped aside, asked a few local knights, and then quickly returned to Alsace, saying to the prince:

"That's the smoke from the Crown Pharmacist's brewing of this year's fertilizer, and it's said to be a normal phenomenon."

"Fertilizers?"

Alsace shook his head. He had also heard about the series of agricultural measures promoted by His Majesty the Emperor, but he didn't have any good feelings for the undead in southern Xinjiang.

"It's another ghost thing made by those undead."

The young prince shook his head, gulped down a glass of cold water, and was about to return to the barracks to start the afternoon training, but at this moment, on the grass outside the barracks, a sad cry of a horse made the prince turn his head, and he saw several The knights ran out of the camp, and after a while, they carried a shivering young man back to the camp.

"Who is he? Do you know him?"

The prince walked up to the knights who were helping them, and to his question, one of the knights replied:

"Your Highness, this kid has come to see us for training every day recently. He seems to want to join the Knights, but he... is too thin. It is said that he lives on a farm in the north and is a local of his duty."

"Then what happened to him?"

Alsace looked down at the young man, and found that the thin young man had a sallow face and cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was sick.

"I don't know, but it looks like he was poisoned."

The paladin who specialized in healing wrapped his hands around the holy light, trying to help this painful young man get rid of the poison. After more than ten seconds, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and disgusting white foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but But he firmly grasped the wrist of the rescued paladin, and said with difficulty:

"Toxic! The smoke...the potion...is poisonous, help...help my father..."

"Um?"

When Alsace heard these intermittent words, he raised his head almost immediately, and looked at the thicker and thicker fog in the northern sky. The next moment, he knelt down, held the hand of little Dalson, and shouted loudly:

"Son, tell me... where are you from?"

"Ahem...Prince Alsace...I know you...save my father...at...at Dalson Farm...the smoke is poisonous!"