March 15, 1004 AH

The morning sun rises in the east, the snow eagle soars, and a loud and mournful long song echoes in the sky, adding a layer of vast tragic color to the ancient and mysterious northern plateau.

Frost Plateau - a barren land abandoned by the civilized world.

The mountains here are continuous, layered, one after another, like a dormant snow dragon.

There is a river called "Osrisi", which runs from west to east, and nourishes countless living beings. "Osrisi" means Mother Earth goddess in the half-orc language, and the half-orc tribe lives in a tribal way, and the civilization has always revolved around "Osrisi", which has not changed for thousands of years.

In the middle reaches of the Osilisi River, the terrain is relatively low-lying, the river is gentle, converges into a lake, the water quality is clear, never frozen, and blue as a mirror. Like a sapphire set in a white desert. When the breeze blows, the woods shiver happily, and the branches and leaves of the plateau pines rub against each other, making a pleasant "rustle" sound. Because spring has arrived, weeds and wild flowers begin to appear on the lakeside, and a herd of wild highland snow sheep chase and play.

The view is harmonious and beautiful, a paradise.

Abundant in resources and without the presence of fierce beasts, similar places on the frost plateau are not common, and the "Fire Blade Tribe" 7 miles away from here has contributed a lot. This is one of the most famous orc tribes within a few hundred kilometers, with a long history and a thriving population!

The large demonic beasts have long been slaughtered, and the demonic beasts in the distance dare not approach.

Warcraft understands that there is a group of orcs who are tougher, more violent, and more terrifying than them!

Today is an extraordinary day.

Tens of thousands of half-orcs gathered in the center of the tribe, dressed in animal skin and animal armor, holding rudimentary spears, with solemn and solemn expressions. In front of them was an altar made of the bones of a frost mammoth, thirty meters high, towering proudly and majestic.

The sacrifice began.

The orc warriors stood in order, their spears pounding desperately on the ground, roaring rhythmically.

An old orc man dressed in a shabby gray robe and hung a large number of bone ornaments, chanted difficult and difficult incantations, slaughtered several demon cows, and the altar was lit up with a raging fire, and a vast force emanated from the altar.

"The Ancestral Heroic Spirit is with me!"

"The warriors of the Fireblade Clan, don't lose to anyone!"

The half-orcs had blood-red eyes one by one, raised the war spear in their hands, and shouted in unison, the sound was like thunder, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the nine heavens were shaken!

"Bloodbath of humanity!"

"Bloodbath of humanity!"

"Recreate the glory of our people!"

Geer's wolf cavalry was wiped out.

The story of the heroic death of this wolf cavalry spread to the Frost Plateau, and the [Song of Hell] clan, which had disappeared for thousands of years, showed its glory again in this way. Because [Hell Song] was once the leader of the Eight Great Clans, and was the only orc clan that had ever established a glorious Half-Orc Clan, the reappearance of Hell Song made the Eight Great Clans feel great pressure.

The Orcs are a fierce and aggressive race.

Gehr died in battle, and no one regretted it, because sympathy was considered an insult by the orcs and should not be used on warriors.

On the contrary, a glorious death in battle is the best destination for a warrior. The orcs have survived on the frosty plateau for thousands of years, and Gehr fired the first shot to attack humanity, and at the same time died with his own bravery, making this shot even more shocking and proclaiming the pride of the "Song of Hell" clan.

Orcs flock to it!

The Eight Great Clans can't sit still!

They couldn't watch the glory of [Hell Song] reappear, even overshadowing the Eight Great Clans again.

Countless clans stopped the civil war and began to yearn for war with the Terrans!

No matter how difficult the environment is, the orcs always regard honor as everything! short-sighted, but with impulse and enthusiasm, they make decisions that affect the survival of countless people.

Half-orcs.

An incomprehensible race.

But it's also a terrible race!

Lasts for tens of thousands of years without being destroyed, and that's the root cause!

............

A northern storm is brewing.

The Terrans didn't know it.

Nalan Yan drove into Baisong Town, she held the corner of her clothes tightly, and her stunning jade face that did not eat the incense of the world was full of nervousness and expectation.

The Meditation Incense of the Snow Swallow Chamber of Commerce was launched for three weeks, and the supply exceeded demand every day, and other cities found agents, and the sales became more and more popular.

Although the sales of meditation incense are booming, the secret recipe for making it is not complicated has been cracked by some studios, and it is estimated that it will not be long before counterfeit products will be all over the place. After a while, the secret recipe was completely leaked, and the warlock could find materials to make it, and then the profit space was greatly reduced.

Nalan Yan urgently needs the same stable fist products as a replacement, and takes advantage of the popularity brought by the meditation incense to launch it on the cusp of the wind and waves, so as to get the most widespread attention. Nalan Yan couldn't sleep well because of this, and traveled around every day to contact some studios or groups.

It's just that good recipes are not easy to buy?

Nalan Yan was desperate, and finally pinned her hopes on Baisong Town, a young man who had created countless miracles.

Not long ago, Yunyue Studio sold 4 formulas.

Everything was Nalan Yan's dream, and she didn't dare to expect to get a similar formula. This kind of thing is hard to come by, and Nalan Yan's ability is definitely not enough, even if it is inferior to a few points, as long as it can save the embarrassing situation.

What if he doesn't?

What if he doesn't sell?

Nalan Yan is on top of the secret method of meditation incense, and she already owes Mu Yun a great favor.

"Xiaoxue, do you think he thinks we are insatiable?"

The maid Xue'er couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw that the young lady looked nervous. Miss is the daughter of the dignified Nalan family, she is as beautiful as a fairy, no one in the family can match, and those stinky men dream of kissing Fangze. But she was worried about whether it would arouse the emotions of a teenager.

Xiaoxue comforted her and said, "Miss, you are a businessman, you can't do business if you are too thin-skinned!"

Nalan Yandai's eyebrows furrowed slightly, revealing a look of deep distress, "I wasn't born to be a businessman, but I ......"

She suddenly fell silent.

"Don't say that, in fact, there are a few natural geniuses like Mu Yun in the world? Most talents are born through learning and growth. Xiaoxue knew the pressure on the young lady, looked at the increasingly thin young lady, and was very distressed, "The family looks down on them, let's make a career proof for them!"

"Hey, hopefully......" Nalan Yan sighed, gently lifted the curtains, and looked out with a pair of autumn eyes, "Why are there so many people on the street today?"

"In the last two days, you have been living in the upper echelons of society, and of course you don't know much about folk festivals. The importance of this festival among the people is comparable to that of the first festival of the year. ”

"Really?"

"This day is a crucial dividing line, meaning that the cold season is coming to an end, and a short and precious warm season is coming. Rye and potatoes can be sown. Xiao Xue said with great interest: "You also know that in the Sixteen Regions of the Northland, demons are rampant, wars are everywhere, and there are half-orcs harassing them, and there are often famines. The people attach great importance to food, and the local government will also support this festival and take the initiative to hold various activities to encourage the enthusiasm of the people. ”

When the carriage slowly arrived in front of a mansion.

The captain of the knights said respectfully, "Miss, we have arrived. ”

Hundreds of snow wolf mercenaries surrounded Mu Yun's house tightly, and the townspeople were even more triple inside and outside, surrounded tightly, all of them were looking at something. It turned out that there was a team parked in front of Mu's house, and it was the flag of Syracuse.

"The Great Lord has specially sent a team of envoys to enjoy Muyun!"

"Really?"

"This can still be fake, now even the Great Lord is paying attention to Mu Yun!"

"That's the blessing of White Pine Town!"

The townspeople were full of red light, very proud, Mu Yun was appreciated by the lord, which made the townspeople of Baisong happier than the festival!

About twenty minutes later.

A high-ranking officer walked out, and a platoon of soldiers came out carrying several large boxes. Wei Nan, the mayor of Baisong Town, held a gold-inlaid scroll in his hand, and announced loudly in public: "Fellow villagers, the handwritten letter of Lord Yinxue is again, Mu Yun has made a great contribution, and he will be rewarded with 500 gold and awarded the Bronze Noble Medal!"

500 Gold Rewards!

That's a lot of money for a remote town!

Mu Yun was even promoted to the rank of Fire Bronze Aristocrat!

The Black Iron Nobles were the lowest nobles, but they were protected by the local area and had certain privileges. The Fire and Bronze nobles were much more advanced, qualified to establish legal armed armies, enjoyed privileges in many places, and were eligible for demotion and hereditary qualifications. The eldest son of the Fire Copper Noble, he automatically obtains the status of the Black Iron Noble.

Don't talk about White Pine Town.

Even in the White City, which has a population of two or three million, the number of Fire Copper Nobles is very rare! The Fire Copper Nobles have a respected status in the White City, and they don't have to salute when they see the city lord!

"Everyone, be quiet, the Wasteland Festival has arrived. Today is an important period of the year's solar terms, Lord Muyun and Lord Mu Yun want to give you a gift on this festive season!"

There was some interest.

The soldier brought out boxes and brought them up, all of which were sacks: "These are precious improved rye seeds, and the inventor is Mu Yun." Preliminary tests and experiments, no flaws were found, and the lord decided to use White Pine Town as the first experimental planting area!"

These rye seeds, all of which have been improved by the method provided by Muyun, have the advantages of being extremely adaptable, short growth cycle and high yield regardless of the climate, not to mention the soil near Baisong Town, which can be widely planted even on the frost plateau.

But.

After all, it is a new type of crop, and it has not really been planted to bear fruit, and the lord does not know if there is a hidden problem, so it is necessary to carry out experimental planting. The best place to choose is naturally the White City.

Mu Yun's fame is mainly in the Baicheng area, and the influence of other cities is very small, and what he invented is more acceptable locally.

Wei Nan continued: "If the planting results are good, the lord will be rewarded! If the planting results are not good...... Wei Nan's voice changed, and then said: "Don't worry, Lord Muyun personally promised just now, if it is the seed that causes the harvest to be unsatisfactory, all growers will be compensated for the loss twice!"

Ostentatious!

Only Mu Yun in Baisong Town has the ability to say this, and only Mu Yun has this confidence!

The seeds are taken for free, and the harvest goes to their own family. If the harvest is good, the lord will be rewarded, and if the harvest is not good, Mu Yun will give a subsidy.

In the world, how can there be such a good thing!

Wei Nan continued to shout: "Because there are many seeds, other villages and towns are the same, everyone can receive seeds, if the yield is not up to standard because of the variety, Lord Muyun will give subsidies!

"Long live your lord!"

"Long live Lord Muyun!"

The townsfolk cheered en masse!

All queue up to register and get ready to receive your seeds!

Nalan Yan witnessed the whole process, showing a deep shock, the townspeople were full of smiles of trust and joy, she didn't expect that two months ago, Mu Yun, who was so poor that she couldn't even eat snow chicken, and she was almost killed in a fight with others...... It is already so prestigious and influential!

What a mysterious boy!

The scene was hot.

Townspeople collect seeds.

"Miss, there are too many people now, I'm afraid we won't be able to get in for a while!"

"It's okay for us to visit later. Nalan Yan said this, and suddenly said to Xiaoxue in a flash of inspiration: "This kind of wheat seed has great potential, we will buy some back, we will develop and produce it in large quantities, and it will definitely be popular in the future!"

"I don't know the effect of the new seed yet, isn't it too risky to do so?"

A smile hung on the corner of Nalan Yan's mouth, which made Xiaoxue look dizzy for a while, "I can't say why, but I believe in him!"

(There are too many regrets left on the new book list, this is the last time to hit the list, I hope you can help me!)