The materials used to make the parchment roll are not very high-end, but the moment it lands on your hand, the message is poured into your mind like a current.

Clear brass wire refining!spiral curve construction!quasi-letter calibration!energy blasting!

In an instant, an endless stream of information appeared in his mind, if it weren't for Li Zhenshu's opening of the Void Realm, the information itself would have made him a fool.

Three hundred and eighty-six messages finally converged into an ordinary rose-colored bullet, silently suspended above the Void Realm.

In an instant, the message in the parchment was imprinted into the soul.

It's just a bullet!

The real use was to create a deceptive cloud of rose-colored smoke, but it required as many as 386 processes.

Every process is interlocking and connected, as long as the last step is wrong, or which step is unqualified, the whole process will collapse.

This is not making weapons at all, it is more like a processing technology that is extremely complex.

"Can the Caucasus be completed?", Li Zhenshuo asked, the parchment roll is only the material of the bullet itself, and the refining of flax copper requires copper ore to be tempered hundreds of times, melted, solidified, and purified, and the raw ore is needed, and the purity needs to reach more than 80 percent.

Even on the ice sheets, such deposits produce very little.

As for the miniature energy reactor inside the bullet, the ignition device, the jet device, the explosion point, and even the intelligence crystal needs to be injected to ensure that the bullet can achieve self-control.

Even if they were, they were only used to create a deceptive cloud of smoke.

Li Zhenshu had seen with his own eyes the bullets that did not hunt the monarch-level powerhouse, what a complex technique it would require.

Sarah nodded, "Although there are still some shortcomings in the key technology, at least most of the auxiliary processes can be completed, and if the Caucasus can get a little technology from the fire elves, it should be fine." ”

Most of the ancillary processes?

Fire Elf technology?

Li Zhen frowned, the rose smoke bullet, even if it is an auxiliary process, is the top technology in Isinger.

Sarah is a monarch powerhouse, and being able to meet his weapons requires extremely fine craftsmanship, and even if she tries her best, she may not be able to meet her requirements.

Alchemy, this is Issinger's bruise.

It's just that what Li Zhenshu didn't expect was that Roland could already complete most of the auxiliary processes, and it seemed that the fire elf envoy had a lot of support for Roland.

This is also a hard injury that Li Zhenshu can't avoid!

Looking at the design drawings of the rose smoke bullet, it is clear that Sarah's trip in Issinger has come to an end, "Are you leaving?", and it has been almost half a month.

The plateau has not changed much, the sky is still clear, and in this high-altitude area, perhaps only the orcs belong here.

"It's time for me to go!", Sarah looked at the beautiful plateau, admiring the snow with a completely frozen waterfall wrapped in the snow.

She didn't say anything more, nor did she say that she wanted Li Zhenshu to give her an explanation, let alone encrypt the drawings a little.

That drawing may just be the reward for Li Zhenshu's company in the past few days.

"She's gone!", Ivy looked at Li Zhen's trembling figure and reminded her, there was no jealousy in her eyes.

Li Zhenshu stuffed the drawings into his pocket, "Let's go." ”

"Where are we going, continue to fulfill, or go back to Emerald Ridge. ”

"Let's take a look at the ice field, Morel doesn't know how to deal with it. A smile reappeared on Li Zhen's gloomy face, as if nothing had happened just now.

Li Zhenshu left a golden hoof in the old lady's house of the deer clan and left quietly.

The climate of the ice fields and the plateaus is somewhat similar, both are high altitudes, but the ice fields are colder, and even when summer has begun, there is still a lot of snow.

However, summer has the benefits of summer, as soon as you enter the ice field, you can hear the sound of rushing water from a distance, and when you reach the land of flowing water, it is actually a waterfall hanging on the great crack of the gods and demons.

The melted snow water pools into a river and sloes down directly into the Great Fissure.

At a height of 100 meters, it is like a stream of fireflies pouring down, and under the large crack that has been opened, a large river has been formed, flowing from north to south, flowing throughout Issinger.

Such a landscape is really the land of Zhongxiu, with cracks on both banks, small trees sprouting, birds landing from time to time to build nests and lay eggs, and occasionally animals jumping down from the mountain wall highlighted by the cracks.

Along the mountain wall, you can see the shadow of the golden macaque, which has been carved into a cave by these lovely creatures.

Li Zhenshu stood on the edge of the big crack for a long time, he seemed to be simply admiring the beauty of this place, but in his heart he admired the ability of nature, this crack that fell from the sky was extremely terrifying to the living beings, but now nature quickly integrated him into a part of himself.

Above the canyon, thick hemp ropes made of bark hung for several days, all the way from the plateau to the other end of the crevasse, straight into the ice field.

At this moment, many orcs are passing quickly on the hemp rope suspension bridge.

"Uncle, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Flee the famine, the warriors in the tribe are dead, and there is nothing to plant in the spring, so you can only run around. An old man of the alpaca tribe replied briefly, and quickly headed to the suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge needs to pay a copper toll, which is naturally a drizzle for Li Zhenshu, but it has become a headache for many beasts.

I don't know when, Li Zhenshu no longer takes copper in his eyes, even at this moment, the beast clan still regards copper as a divine existence.

The old alpaca man squeezed out a copper from the seam of his clothes and handed it to the caretaker of the drawbridge, who still stuffed the few coppers into the seams, which he thought was more secure in his clothes than in his pockets.

"Hey!", Lao Li sighed, there is no way for these creatures who fled the famine, it is true that the plateau is too poor, the high-altitude climate is not suitable for planting at all, plus last winter's ice disaster and sacrificial man-made disaster, not to mention a small clan like alpaca, even if the Rhine is such a big clan, it may not be able to ease up.

Ivy handed over two coppers, and after crossing the suspension bridge, she realized how terrifying the fleeing creatures were, and that there was a suspension bridge almost every few miles.

Ordinary orcs such as Pigs, alpacas, Hauss, and rats abound, and there are still many traces of Minotaur and Tagore among the migratory population.

Poverty and starvation are everywhere, but even so, the eyes of every fleeing person are bright.

Heaven lies ahead.

Compared with the plateau, the environment of the ice field is more harsh, and at least barley can be grown on the plateau, and there is almost no food in the ice field.

"Hurry up and register!", and after walking about five kilometers, a pavilion appeared, in which sat three barbarians, with a thick stack of veneer papyrus beside them.

This kind of straw paper is produced by the human race, but I didn't expect it to be popularized in the hands of ordinary barbarians in a few days, next to the grass pavilion is a sentry, a bunch of barbarian soldiers are patrolling, and the leader of the barbarian soldiers actually has a holy rank cultivation.

The Holy Rank is really worthless.

Even if there is a way to Jade Ridge, as long as there is a way, you can buy some red mold to become a holy level, on the ice field, the method of the Caucasus is easier, and even the god level can be made by him, let alone the holy level.

The old alpaca man walked over quickly and reported his name, tribe, age, and skills in detail.

What made Li Zhen tremble funny was that the barbarian even asked the old alpaca what he wanted to do.

Humane enough.

Lao Li looked at the three barbarians, completely like a street aunt who was once familiar, and the work they did was completely counting the household registration.

Li Zhen trembled in line, and if he wanted to get to Kaisha's territory, he had to walk from the ice field, and there were people in all directions, and it was obvious that this was a transit point.

The barbarian warriors are not afraid of these orcs running around, but they are responsible for sexual vigilance, and if there is any turmoil or something like that, they are directly eliminated.

There were too many creatures in line, and Lao Li was already impatient in half an hour, and the most important thing was that many orcs were blindly cutting in line.

For example, the Rhine, Tagore and other big clans can blatantly squeeze into the ranks, while the barbarian soldiers patrolling the side do not care.

If it goes on like this, it may not be Lao Li's turn when it gets dark.

Anyway, he didn't care about the so-called barbarian realm quota, and led Ivy alone along the edge of the Great Rift.

There are many mineral deposits on the ice sheet, and the edge of the large fissure is no longer a geological structure on the plateau, but instead a row of closely arranged metal ore.

Even the flowing river water occasionally reflects a golden luster.

What surprised Li Zhen was that the geological structure of the ice field was first, and the second was the suspension bridges every few hundred meters, which were densely packed towards the ice field.

"It's really an era of escaping!"