Chapter 815: War Preparations, Famine Preparations and the Wedding Scene (10,000 Rewards Plus One Update)
"Is the Great Famine coming soon?"
The deputy referee of Lucerne was stunned.
He has no idea at all! He didn't get any news! Over the past year, he has been excluded from the Holy See's information network. Apart from urging him to complete the task quickly, no one has sent him any news in this regard!
"Yes, respected healer, please come out and take a look."
The warrior leader bowed and saluted.
He was draped in a soft deerskin robe, holes were made on the edge with stone needles, and then tied up with strands of deer sinew smashed into strands. That roughness, that simplicity, that pungent smell, the Lucerne deputy referee only took one look at it and wanted to turn away:
It’s so annoying!
Not only does it irritate your eyes, but it also irritates your nose! That deerskin robe, do you know what they used to tan it? It's urine!
Take a basin of urine, leave it in a warm place for three or four days, put it in a room filled with stinking odor, and then soak the deerskin in it! Soak, turn, scrape away the fat and fascia inside, and then stretch hard...
He accidentally saw it, and then he kept walking around the leather robe maker. The problem is that every household here wears clothes hunted by men and cut and tanned by women.
As long as he comes back from hunting once, no matter where he goes in the tribe, he cannot escape.
When he was in the Holy See, he always wore silk robes! The color is a little off, the embroidered pattern is just a little wrong, and it’s not worthy of being worn by him!
Maybe, he should find a bigger tribe...
The deputy referee of Lucerne complained silently, followed the warrior leader out and entered the tribal gathering hall. It was more like a dark cave than a hall. The central fire pit was so smoked that it had been used for an unknown period of time.
At the bottom of the cave, on a stone wall, there are countless lines drawn horizontally and vertically. Lucerne squinted his eyes for a while and finally recognized that it was painted with ocher powder mixed with the blood of Warcraft.
This area may be a mountain, that circle may be a lake, and this winding one may be a small river?
"Dear healer, look." The warrior leader raised his torch and illuminated the mess on the stone wall:
"In previous years, when the new moon rose, the deer would come to this, this, or this place to graze. Now that the moon is almost full, the deer still haven't come back, and the grass buds in these places have only just turned green. , it hasn’t grown to half a foot tall yet.”
The weather is also colder than in previous years, and the time for the snow to melt and the water to freeze is much later than in previous years. Last summer, those who could summon fire and frost passed by here. The great famine we once talked about seemed to be really coming...
The deputy referee of Lucerne was a little confused.
He hasn't farmed the land in many years. No, it should be said that since he entered the Holy See and became a servant of the Lord of Glory, he has never farmed the land himself.
The weather is cold and the grass grows late, which is indeed not a good sign, but how big will this famine be?
Maybe the ascetics could tell. After all, many of them, including the leader of the ascetic monks in the Glory Holy City, had to go to the ground every day. As for himself——
Maybe he should switch to a bigger tribe? Although larger tribes are more likely to be discovered by the pagans...
"Is the Great Famine really coming?"
Elder Brock, wearing a feather cloak and a feather crown, sat quietly by the firepit. He shook his palms, sprinkled a handful of spices into the fire, and closed his eyes quietly. Around him, several disciples were beating leather drums, waving bells, chanting loudly, and beating hard.
With the help of the disciples, inspired by chants and spices, a ray of spirituality in the elder rose higher and higher, higher and higher. In the inexplicable void, try your best to unfold, hover, and search...
"The spirit of the condor told me that the sky was extremely dark and depressing." After a long, long time, Elder Brock opened his eyes and was sweating profusely. He said in a hoarse voice slowly:
"The earth is cold and lifeless. The spirit of the condor said that it has never, ever seen such a desolate land."
"The warning sent by our friends last year is true. The great famine is indeed coming."
"Then... Elder, what should we do? Should we organize the best warriors and go hunting far away? There is not enough food in the tribe..."
Elder Brock looked around slowly.
The icy cold wind blew all the way from the pole to the north. From the Kingdom of Kent, to the Hermon Mountains, to the Great Wasteland, to the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom on the mainland.
From the most experienced farmers to the superior lords, when they felt that winter was extraordinarily long and spring came too late, they all discovered something was wrong:
"Quick! Quick! Raise the fence!"
Around the dwarf royal court, the royal knights helped their fellow tribesmen and the barbarians living in the village to drive goats into the fence. Relying on his height, the barbarian used a sledgehammer to raise the fence one circle, and then another.
Finally, everyone put on thick gloves and pulled the thorny tree vines around the entire fence:
"Spring came very late this year. Blue sheep have not come up the mountain for a long time, and snow leopards are so hungry that they come down to hunt! If the fence is not done, all the big livestock will be ruined!"
“But what if there’s not enough feed?”
"The servants of the God of Nature taught us a way to store fodder - we stored a lot of fodder last year, and it's not rotten yet. It should be enough for a month! In a month, the grass will grow no matter what!"
The dwarves checked the wheat in the warehouse, worked hard to gather the sheep, and tried to protect the precious food in the future. The barbarians ran among the mountains and forests, rowed boats in streams and offshore, and tried their best to hunt and fish:
"Hey, luckily I bought a lot of cheap salt last year. Salting the wild animals and fish should last a long time. No matter what, there will always be fish in the rivers and seas..."
The Netherlands, who also make a living by fishing, are not in such a good mood. Although fishing provides a large amount of meat, the fishing industry is also supported by shipbuilding, barrel hoops, sail repair, and net weaving...
In this way, the catch can be sent to other cities, or even other countries, for sale in exchange for supplies and money that the Dutch need.
"No wonder the Kingdom of Kent bought so many fish from us last year..."
The Duke of the Netherlands flipped through the report given by the clerk, feeling very unhappy. Those pagans were generous in giving money and supplies. In particular, the supply of salt doubled and doubled from the previous days.
Without salt, the catch cannot be processed and barreled on site at sea; without salt, the catch cannot be sold hundreds of miles away!
"If I had known that the famine was coming so violently, I should have raised the price..."
The Duke stroked his raised moustache and murmured softly. Next to him, the secretary who delivered the report, who was also his most trusted think tank, asked for instructions in a low voice:
"Then, sir, should we raise the price to the Kingdom of Kent this year?"
"...Have we made a deal with them?"
The prince glanced sideways. The secretary immediately bowed:
"No, sir. Your Majesty is asking, should we strictly control the fishermen and make them abide by the laws of the territory?"
"Hmm..." The Duke pressed down the tip of his raised beard, let it go up, pressed it down again, and let it go up again. After tossing for several rounds in a row, he muttered:
"What good products are there recently?"
"Several new things appeared on the manifest." The clerk flipped through the piles of reports and deftly pulled out a pamphlet. He opened it, flicked it with his fingertips, and reached the dog-eared page:
"The fertilizer used to cultivate magic plants is said to be accurately prepared by measuring the soil using their latest method;"
"Fresh surge potion, using dragon's breath moss as the main potion, can greatly improve the possibility of water warriors advancing;"
"Direct current defibrillation...eh..."
"What?" The Duke of the Netherlands took the book from the clerk's hand and looked at it. With the Duke's knowledge of magic props, he read it twice before he stumbled through the term:
"Direct current defibrillation and cardioversion devices can, to a certain extent, rescue warriors who have failed to be seriously injured and whose hearts have stopped during the process of rescuing advanced knights. They can also rescue certain patients who are seriously ill, seriously injured, and whose hearts have stopped... What is this thing? ?!”
He lowered his head and took a closer look. There was a line of small words written at the bottom of the manifest. Although the handwriting is small, it was specially traced with silver powder as if it were not visible to others:
"See related content in the January issue of "Medical Research"..."
Duke of the Netherlands: "..."
Is it now fashionable for magicians to write papers as a way to promote their products?
In any case, for the sake of these fresh goods, the Duke of the Netherlands did not tighten trade with the Kingdom of Kent.
——Being able to save your own warriors without relying on healing skills or the Holy See of Glory, more of the same, better of the same. As for what the Holy See thinks...
ha!
Anyway, the fishermen sailed their boats on the sea. How did he know where they were going?
Some people care about famine, and some people don't care much about famine. Seven hundred miles south of the capital of the Netherlands, the capital of the Kingdom of Brolin, a wedding car pulled by six white horses was slowly driving through the streets of the royal capital towards the main entrance of the palace.
On the left and right, knights from the Kingdom of Boi, one of the seven princes of the Kingdom of Rhine, wearing straight royal blue woolen uniforms and ship-shaped military caps on their heads, guarding their princess's motorcade;
In front and behind, knights from the Kingdom of Brolin, wearing bright red woolen uniforms with white ostrich feathers on their high hats, cleared the way for the Queen's motorcade and cut off the rear. The hands wearing white gloves kept waving petals and candies to both sides;
In the motorcade, there were even more priests sent by the Glorious Holy See, who kept sending out little bits of light, decorating the Queen's carriage;
On both sides of the wide road, some well-dressed, some neatly dressed, or some ragged citizens were packed out to welcome their new queen.
The husband held his wife, and the parents held their children, and stood on tiptoe as they passed the sentry who stood erect and held a spear. Some people tried to take a look at the new queen's face through the fluttering gauze curtains;
Some people smiled and leaned over to pick up the candies, putting them in their pockets with great care, ready to take them back to share with their families;
And some...
"Wow--"
On the side of the road, a little girl about three or four years old with blond curly hair burst into tears. The woman next to her quickly hugged her, took a few steps back, and carefully bumped her in her arms:
"Eva, what's wrong?"
"Wow - wow -" the little girl's thin face wrinkled up. After a while, he forcefully spit out the petals from his mouth:
"This flower is so bitter - Mom, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..."
With just these words, the woman holding her held her daughter in her arms, buried her head on her shoulder, and used her daughter's ragged clothes to cover her tears:
"Mom knows, mom knows... Go back and I'll make you food when you get back..."
She also didn’t know why the king charged her family a wedding tax of two copper coins each when they got married;
She also didn’t know why the priests would rather decorate the carriage with their light than spread the light to the sick and poor people;
She didn't know why she had promised that there would be candies, but on their way there, they could only pick up bitter petals...
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