Accompanied by the Great Shaman and others, Modo walked for a long time in the slum-like War Bear Tribe, until the sun was about to set, and then he rushed back to the place where the War Bear Tribe was meeting, a large wooden house also made of birch trunks.

At this time, His Majesty the Tsar Modo began to enjoy his lunch, a fresh reindeer steak, and then at midnight, as His Majesty the Honored Tsar, he had an additional dinner.

The reason for this is that in winter, all Slavs generally eat only two meals in order to save a small amount of food.

The little dwarf gulped this rare lunch, and muttered in his heart: "It's a miracle that these animals can grow so tall twice a day for a long time......

Frankly speaking, after a few hours of inspection today, the little dwarf's conclusions and images about the territory that had just taken refuge in him, as well as these Slavic subjects, were not so good.

This is a group of races that have been marginalized by the human world, super poor dicks who have been rejected from the mainstream world of human beings.

Especially after listening to the general introduction of the Great Shaman to the Celian Ice Fields and the Slavs, Modo's feelings became more and more distinct:

Located on the northern edge of the continent of Fira, the Silian Ice Sheet is an astonishingly large area, the size of two Roland Empires.

Only 80 percent of the places are extremely cold places that cannot be inhabited at all, and only 20 percent of the places close to the Roland Empire can barely survive, and nearly 8 million Slavs live in this area.

For more than five months of the year, the Slavs are in the cold of minus 20 degrees Celsius, so except for a short summer, when the Slavs can only harvest a season's grain, they can only rely on hunting to replenish a certain amount of fresh meat.

So far, the Silian Ice Sheet has no special products other than all kinds of precious furs, so going out to work as mercenaries is the best choice for Slavic men when they become adults, and only in this way can the tribe have money to buy enough food for the winter.

These eight million Slavs were divided into thirteen tribes, which lived within a radius of thousands of miles, occupied thirteen places where the land and the most fertile places for prey, and then multiplied.

Only the War Bear tribe was able to catch a large number of freshwater fish when Chagan Lake was not frozen, and the population of each of the remaining twelve tribes was only a few hundred thousand, and as long as this number was exceeded, the tribe would face the embarrassing situation of not having enough to eat.

That is, the nearest forests are all three days away from here, and just relying on the sparse shrubs nearby, it is simply a water car, and every winter just for heating fuel is a headache for the tribal administrators.

The great shaman gave a detailed account of the Silian ice field and the difficult life of the Slavs for thousands of years, and then the great shaman, who was no longer young, was a little embarrassed.

Only then did he realize that in addition to the false name of His Majesty the Tsar, the actual benefits they could give to the little dwarfs were only millions of Slavic berserkers, but this was a chicken rib for Lord Modo, who was sitting on an underground world with a population of 30 million and had no shortage of manpower at all.

Perhaps, probably, probably, their accession only added to the burden of the little dwarf Modo, and the great shaman silently glanced at the chiefs, who also thought of this, and suddenly a great depression spread through the big wooden house......

After listening to the introduction of the Great Shaman, Modo sat on the big chair in the first place and pondered, first of all, unlike the Great Shaman and others, he didn't feel that the eight million Slavs and the cold Silian Ice Fields were a burden at all, but here, a rare good card was given.

As long as they control this place and arm the powerful Slavs, they will be like a sharp blade hanging over the head of the human world, ready to be slashed at any time if they want to.

At this point, for the little dwarf Modo, who always lists the Temple of Light as the number one enemy in his heart, it is simply a layout that must be completed at all costs.

The problem is that this ghost place, which is not much better than the Great Blackstone Wasteland, is really a headache and cumbersome problem if you want to build it.

"Specially, Lao Tzu finally mixed up some territory, why is it not a wasteland, an ice field, or a special one is the best of the underground world, so I can't give Lao Tzu a normal place. Modo muttered such a complaint while thinking in his heart.

And the Slavic high-ranking people, led by the Great Shaman, all held their breath, waiting for the decision of His Majesty the little dwarf Modo, and at this time their hearts were extremely apprehensive, if the little dwarf refused to be their Tsar Majesty, then the fun would be great.

Time passed incomparably slowly in their tormented waiting.

After a long time, they finally waited for the little dwarf to speak: "Although the matter is a little tricky, but it is not impossible, since everyone looks up to me Moduo and pushed me to this glorious position, I will definitely not disappoint everyone." ”

As soon as these words came out, the great shaman and the others immediately put down the big stone in their hearts, and then with the words of the little dwarf, an incomparably beautiful picture slowly unfolded in front of them.

Seeing Modo's fingers move, a large piece of black coal appeared in his hand, and the little dwarf asked, "Have you seen this thing nearby?"

After the great shaman looked at it for a while, he nodded his head quickly: "Just one day away, there are a lot of these black stones, I don't know ......."

"It's good to have it!" Mo Duo also breathed a sigh of relief, this thing has a lot of steel, but if you want to transport it, it is also extremely troublesome, you can't take the precious space ring to transport coal for them.

"This thing is called coal, and pulling a cart is enough for a few people to burn for half a year, which is much stronger than your hard work to cut down trees and pick up branches. "With the help of His Majesty Modo, a big problem of the War Bear Tribe has been solved.

"You should have fishing nets here!" Modo continued, after receiving the affirmation of the Great Shaman and the others, "Tomorrow I will find some skillful women, and I will teach them how to weave a large net first, and then teach you how to fish in winter, such a large lake, it is not the same as playing with millions of catties of fresh fish every day." ”

Black stone can replace wood, and large-scale fishing can be carried out in winter, these words completely break the common sense of the great shaman and others, and finally millions of catties of fresh fish every day, this huge number is completely scaring them stupid.

For a moment, they looked at the little dwarf's small figure, and there was a faint flash of god-like holy light.