Were wild beasts afraid of fire?
This was quite an interesting question.
Gort shook his head and put forward a different opinion: "Not all wild beasts are afraid of fire. Some wild beasts are even curious about fire, let alone the fire-attributed World of Warcraft, which is naturally close to fire sources."
Markus pondered: "I think that this method is not necessarily impossible. Wild beasts would naturally not be afraid of a small fire, but I believe that even the fire-attributed World of Warcraft would not want to get close to a big fire. The pine tree branches cut by the logging team are not of great value. What we want are the trunks. "
The discussion revolved around making a fire for a quarter of an hour.
Soon after, Blair added: "We can let the fief's hunters participate in cutting down trees and have them set up traps in the surroundings. It might not work against World of Warcraft, but it would at least serve as an early warning. Coupled with a bonfire, I believe that it would be enough to ensure the safety of the logging team's serfs."
Finally, Liszt made the decision: "Bonfire, traps, these are measures worth trying. However, do not ignore a certain crop in the Flower Town."
"What crop?" Everyone was curious.
"Smoke grass."
"Smoke grass? Oh, heavens, how could I have forgotten about this terrible grass. " Gort immediately gesticulated in an exaggerated manner, "I am absolutely convinced that as long as a bit of smoke grass is lit, even a dragon would run away from it. That smell … Liszt, the smell of smoke grass burning on the dairy farm is still fresh in my memory! "
Dragons would not run away from the smell, on the contrary, they would be attracted.
Liszt narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Gort's expression and was convinced that the other party had just unconsciously mentioned this matter and was not inquiring about the details.
On the day of the invisible dragon's invasion, the burning of the smoke grass, the death of the dairy farm's cows, the destroyed beacon tower, and the resounding and sharp dragon roar were all puzzling to others.
However, Liszt had said not to inquire about it.
Therefore, they could only suppress these doubts at the bottom of their hearts until they were forgotten.
"I am also convinced of this. When researching the smoke grass, I smeared a bit of smoke grass juice on the nose of the Cyan Rabbit. The Cyan Rabbit suffered for two days and almost fell ill." Isaiah nodded in agreement. The Cyan Rabbit was his mount, a cyan horse.
"So …"
Liszt put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and stopped eating. "Fire, traps, and smoke grass. These three measures protect the logging team and ensure that World of Warcraft doesn't harm anyone. Mr. Gort and Mr. Markus, please cooperate with each other to ensure that nothing goes wrong. "
"Yes, my lord!" Markus accepted the order.
Gort nodded quickly. "Leave it to me, Liszt."
Liszt added, "In addition, we've finally found the value of the smoke grass, so I've decided to cultivate the smoke grass to the north of the flower farm and expand the scale of the cultivation of the smoke grass. Teacher Gort, you need to come up with a plan and implement it as soon as possible. "
"Maybe we haven't cultivated enough wasteland." Gort said hesitantly, "There is a serious shortage of serfs. There weren't many serfs to begin with. The oyster settlement, the logging team, the road repair team, the fief's shop apprentices, and even the Knight squad and the castle's servants have all transferred a lot of serfs."
He extended his hand and counted with his fingers: "Corn grass, corn fields, Tulip … and the large number of seeds you traded, such as beets, turnips, onions, coriander, and so on, all need to be planted by serfs. I think we need to replenish at least 1,000 serfs."
Without any farming tools, the method to cultivate wasteland was slash-and-burn cultivation.
Farming was a very energy-consuming job. A lot of serfs were needed to maintain the normal growth of crops and vegetables. Without enough serfs, the fields could not be planted.
"If it were mechanized, then a dozen or so people would be able to plant all the fields in the Flower Town."
Liszt often fantasized about leading the Flower Town into the farming mode of American farmers, with large machinery driving through the boundless farmland.
However, it could only be a fantasy. Currently, the Flower Town did not even have a few shovels and hoes.
Therefore, he did not force Gort to quickly expand the plantation: "Then first come up with a plan, divide the fields, and wait for sufficient manpower before starting the planting."
"As you wish."
… …
At the logging site.
More than thirty loggers were in groups of two, chopping down trees with axes. It had to be said that the serfs, who worked hard all year round, had great strength and good efficiency.
Riding on Blackdragon, Liszt slowly patrolled.
On the other side, Markus was leading the Knight squad, constantly picking up the chopped pine branches and dragging them to the three bonfires in the woods. The bonfires burned fiercely, forming a triangular shape to protect the logging site.
Hunters were making traps around the bonfires.
Occasionally, the cries of birds could be heard from the depths of the woods. There was no dangerous atmosphere, only a scene of bustling activity. However, Liszt did not relax in the slightest. The smoke mission's prompt was very clear, there would be a World of Warcraft attack on the logging site. It was just that he did not know when the attack would occur.
"World of Warcraft, huh. Since coming to the Flower Town, I have already killed two."
One was a Flyingdust Dog that had just given birth and had yet to recover its strength, and the other was a Wind Peregrine Falcon that was exhausted from fighting the fruit stealing monkeys. However, there was no fierce battle between them.
The only Windblade Wolf that had a direct confrontation with the World of Warcraft was just a feint before fleeing into the Thorns Ridge.
He was now somewhat looking forward to the upcoming World of Warcraft attack. This time, he did not know what kind of World of Warcraft he would encounter, whether there would be a battle, and whether he could kill another World of Warcraft. The taste of World of Warcraft meat was much better than that of ordinary beasts, and it was also nourished by magic power. Liszt loved it.
The sun shone fiercely. There was no wind. Even under the shade of the trees, it did not feel very cool.
Fire-attributed qi circulated in his meridians. His hand rested on the hilt of the Redblood Sword and his gaze passed over the mottled shadows on the ground. He felt his fighting spirit boiling.
With his personal style, it would be very difficult for him to perform a Knight's Charge on the battlefield. If he wanted to display the heroic bearing of an aristocrat, he could probably only do so in World of Warcraft. With so many people around, ample preparation, and Markus assisting him, wasn't this the best opportunity to show off?
"Hurry up and come to World of Warcraft, my longsword is already thirsty!"
Whoosh!
He suddenly unsheathed half of the Redblood Sword. He wanted to pull it out and play with it, but he felt that it was not serious enough and was about to put it back. But at this moment, through the crackling sound of burning pine branches, a slightly abrupt 'bang' came from afar, quickly attracting his attention.
Markus, who was also patrolling the surroundings, apparently also noticed the movement and shouted: "Alert!"
He drew his handgun and approached the source of the sound.
Liszt tightly grasped the hilt of the Redblood Sword. The sapphire blue pupils in his eyes rotated like a whirlpool. He had already cast Magic Eyes.
Soon, he saw faint traces of magic power in several bushes.
After a slight identification, he recognized a total of three World of Warcraft!
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