"Dear Lord Druid, Uncle Finn is digging a ditch, please wait a moment, I'll call him!"

The little boy who spoke had his hair on his head, his little face was flushed, and although he was a little stammering, he could express it clearly. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info two legs also put on a running stance, just waiting for the respectable Mr. Druid to nod.

The other old man had a limp leg, a spatula in his hand, and he was bent over and solemn, not daring to breathe.

There is a shack on the bank of the Heishui River, and there are nearly a hundred. They all have triangular slopes, so they can barely sleep for one person. It is covered with thatch, mixed with tattered animal skins.

This old man and young man are washing two cauldrons, and the footprints around the cauldron are messy. That's where the soup comes in, and it seems that Finn is doing a good job.

"What's your name?" The fat man smiled kindly.

"Dear Lord Druid, my name is Flame, this is Uncle Shan!" The little boy's mouth was sharp and his eyes were lively.

"Okay Flame, take me to Finn." The fat man thought the little boy was not bad. Although skinny, there is no pain from frost, after all, spring has come, and it is a year to survive winter.

The flames ran away, and after a few steps, fearing that Mr. Druid would not be able to keep up, hesitated and slowed down.

"Uncle Laoshan, keep busy!" The fat man said casually, raised his chin towards the flames, and motioned for him to run casually.

The old mountain uncle in the back was trembling all over, and his eyes were red - my God, respected Lord Druid, you actually call me uncle?

For more than 20 days, Lord Druid has given two giant beasts every day, and how many lives in Rog's camp have survived! I've never heard of such a job changer......

The flames in front of him ran up in a puff of smoke. When he looked back quietly, Mr. Druid walked unhurriedly, but always maintained a distance of five or six paces.

There was no road in the field, and the flames always ran along the riverbank, and it was only two or three hundred meters, and the fat man saw neat fields. Seventy or eighty people were ploughing the ground or digging ditches, presumably to bring irrigation to the Heishui River.

"Uncle Finn, the honorable Lord Druid is here!" The flames shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Dear Lord Druid!" Finn ran over in a hurry, and fell to his knees with a "poof" as he approached.

The group of people behind also knelt down in twos and threes, looking like they were basically strong men, all of them were sincerely afraid.

"Finn, good work! Rise up, everybody. The fat man smiled kindly, but he didn't help Fein.

"No hardship, no hardship, the grace of the life of the respected Lord Druid......" Finn still knelt there, a little incoherent.

The flames stepped forward to help Finn, who hesitated to stand up, and everyone near and far followed suit. Flame spoke for Finn, "Uncle Finn tells us every day that our esteemed Druid Lord has given us food. When giving soup to the alms, Uncle Lao Shan and I also said the same, and the person who received the soup shouted......"

"Well, that's good." The fat man nodded, brother, is this developing in the direction of the god stick?

Finn smiled with difficulty, "It's a small thing, it should be, everyone is grateful......

The fat man smiled and asked, "Finn, how many men do you have now, and how much land have you cultivated?" ”

"I have more than 70 brothers around me who are working on the wasteland. Twenty more men were stronger, and I sold the skins that the Druids had given us, bought some weapons and equipment, and went hunting. I thought I couldn't always rely on the Druids for food. Furthermore, our land and harvest may also need to be protected. Oh, there are probably more than forty hectares of wasteland that has been opened up now. If the production is normal, it is enough for 2,000 to 3,000 people. Although Finn spoke incoherently, he did things relatively clearly.

The results seem to be good?

The fat man is too lazy to figure out how much the yield per mu of oats is, and what is the growth period. Finn is whatever he says, anyway, he has to do it himself.

"What about the Rogue side?" The fat man nodded and continued to ask.

"The Rogue is the casino owner Sligo who is in charge of agitating the liaison, I don't know the specifics, but I've seen the Rogue trying to get out of the camp. There is a lot of land in the surrounding area, which has been abandoned last year. Oh, dear Lord Druid, would you like to send someone to call Sligo? Finn's mood finally stabilized.

"No need. Oh, go call Lucifeld. The fat man smiled.

"I'll go, I'll go!" The flames scattered and ran away, short legs, and quite fast.

The fat man walked over and casually learned about the situation. Finn replied cautiously, and all the miners were also sincerely afraid, with gratitude in their eyes. It seems that one is the druid's life, and the other is Finn's brainwashing.

Finn whispered all the way to the work, and everyone continued to work, not to disturb the respected Lord Druid......

The ditch stretches all the way to the banks of the Blackwater River. Looking at the water situation, the fat man became more and more convinced that this river should be the river where the cabin is located. It's just that the relative position is not clear, and even the upstream and downstream are not clear. That's the case with teleportation arrays.

If he had time to spare, he could go on a boat adventure, and Eliza and Wendy would be happy.

Camp Rog must be in the upper reaches of the Dark Forest. At the beginning, the fat man traveled through the dark forest and met Flavi leading a team to clean up the blood crows, and this is the beginning of a series of stories.

Well, then he thought that he would go to Flavi......

Hehe, it's like a world away!

From the cemetery where the blood crow was, the fat man followed Flavi to Rogue's camp, but all the way to the west and north. The Blackwater River flows to the east.

The ditch is still about a meter above the water. Finn's answer was to carry the water up with buckets, and with these ditches, at least there was no need to carry the water that far.

Well, go back and check the information and make a waterwheel for them.

Well, I can't talk about the magic stick, but my brother's carpenter skills are excellent......

"Lord Druid, here's the monster map you wanted." Lucifeld hurried over and offered a piece of parchment.

A small circle is drawn in the middle of the parchment, representing Camp Rog. A large circle is drawn on the perimeter, representing a five-kilometer radius of the reconnaissance range. There are more than a dozen small circles in between, and there are more or less black dots in the circles. These small circles and black dots are the location and number of ferocious monsters. The sketches made by Lucifeld can be regarded as careful.

The fat man glanced at it a few times, then folded the parchment in half and gave it back to Lucifeld, "Tomorrow morning, take someone to inspect this half of the area." There should be more people, and whoever picks up a monster or equipment will be anyone's. ”

"Yes, Lord Druid!" Lucifeld looked at the folded parchment in half, his expression a little hesitant.

This is the eastern side of Camp Rog's central axis, and Lord Druid is going to clear these areas overnight? Not to mention the large number of fierce monsters, it is difficult to get there......

"By the way, you only have eighteen brothers, right?" The fat man thought for a moment, then looked at Finn again, "Tomorrow you will also bring your brother, and Lucifeld will pick up the rest, even if it is yours." ”

"Thank you, Lord Druid! Thank you Mr. Lucifeld! Finn hurriedly thanked him, and he was thorough.

Lucifeld's mission, Finn also knows. Monsters within a five-kilometer radius of the surrounding area, what a fortune that is! Lord Druid personally took action to clean it up, and then gave it directly to his brothers?

Not to mention all kinds of equipment, even if it is a monster corpse, it is a mountain of meat! The weather is not really hot now, and the hides are valuable......

At this time, the flames finally rushed back out of breath. The run was tiring, but my face was full of excitement - I had finally done something for my esteemed Lord Druid......

"Lucifeld, well done, this is for you." The fat man took a long knife from the locker and came out. This is a random pick up in the afternoon, and it is also a golden weapon, and the attributes are not bad.

Lucifeld took it with both hands, bit his lip as soon as he saw the attributes, and his voice trembled a little, "Thank you, esteemed Lord Druid!" ”

"Lucifeld, I'll give you another errand." The fat man smiled and waved his hand.

"Your Excellency, you command!" Lucifeld took the golden long knife in his left hand and slammed his right hand on his chest, making a "thump" sound.

"This little guy is called Flame, isn't it? You train for me, don't let him die. The fat man said, pointing to the flames.

The flames froze on the spot, and looked at Finn hesitantly, as if he didn't understand what Lord Druid meant—don't let me die?

Finn immediately understood that the opportunity for the flame had come, "Flame, worship Mr. Lucifeld as a teacher, and follow Mr. Lucifeld in the future!" ”

"But I'm going to follow Uncle Finn......" Flame looked at the Druid again, only to see the Druid smiling kindly.

"Don't worry, Lord Druid!" Lucifeld, however, grabbed the hand of the flame and solemnly promised. Then there was a hint of hesitation, the corners of his mouth twitched a little, and finally he asked fiercely, "Dear Lord Druid, why are you so kind to us?" ”

Finn's eyes were also a little red. Although he didn't dare to ask......

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