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After locking up the Chosen Warriors of the Three Months back to their rooms, the events caused by Ryze were over. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info has defected and has been captured in the prison where the mage is held, the three Chosen Warriors have also been re-injected with poison by Ellie and lost their powers, the guards at the door are also equipped with several pieces of equipment to resist the influence of mind magic, and there are several secret sentinels known only to Regle to guard as covert guards to ensure that no one will rescue them again.

After arranging everything, Mo Yan returned to his office. Emily had already done almost everything that needed to be done, and Mo Yan had nothing to do, and Mo Yan began to check the status of the handling of various things in the Thunder Cliff in the past three months. From the general report that Emily had put together a long time ago, it was clear that several tasks had been arranged before he went to Hell were almost completed. Now, in the satellite city not far from Thunder Cliff, the smelting and other industries that belong to heavy industry have been relocated there.

The migration of Ironforge and the recruitment of corresponding craftsmen have also reached the final stage. As the population continues to move into it, the steel production of the Iron Fort is constantly rising, and it is expected that the output of the next month will even reach the sum of the previous months, and under Mo Yan's request, the gray dwarf craftsmen may also be able to develop the alloy that Mo Yan thinks is needed, although the progress is not very satisfactory but it is not slow, after all, things like climbing the technology tree are originally expensive and unstable returns.

In terms of commerce, because Emily completely abolished the business tax, the entire New Elamite Federation prospered a lot. The vault, which had been empty from the construction of the Iron Forge, was filling up at a rapid rate. A large number of people who have changed careers to engage in business activities. Sell the superior products of Thunder Bluff to Maro and nearby Carthage, where various supplies are continuing. But although this is a good thing, it is not what Mo Yan wants to see.

The Salts of Elamite and the Grey Dwarves who began to move from the ground to the surface in large numbers were not as large as those of the Central Plains. The development of commerce will cause many craftsmen to give up their acquired skills in pursuit of money, and warriors will give up their sharp blades and be stained with the stench of gold coins. There are no more craftsmen who can make exquisite items. And soldiers who can be requisitioned to defend the land, so what's the point of being as rich as Carthage?

Most of the men in Carthage today are not even able to hold a sword, because they worship money too much. Mo Yan hoped that the warriors of the Salts would become scarce, but he did not want those precious craftsmen to gradually disappear with the development of commerce. However, this is not Emily's fault, it is the original system of this world that restricts her mind and prevents her from seeing further into the future.

"Is it already this time?" Putting down the documents in his hand, Mo Yan looked at the sky outside the window. The sunset has only left half of the red face, and the streetlights in the entertainment area outside the White House have long been lit. Except for those who have just arrived at Thunder Cliff, most of the citizens in Thunder Cliff are used to this strange lighting fixture. Nowadays, other places in the Thunder Cliff are also building machinery for power generation, laying cables and erecting street lights, and in the near future, the entire Thunder Cliff will be illuminated by these lights at night. It becomes the brightest city on the continent at night.

Putting down the report in his hand, which had almost been finished, Mo Yan stood up and moved for a while because of the long time of sitting and lying, and Yixiaoma's body left the office and walked towards Jones's room. A short time after he went out, he ran into Emily, who was pushing a food cart towards the office. The large amount of food on the dining car is estimated to be only available to Mo Yan.

"Have you finished reading those things?" Seeing Mo Yan in the hallway, Emily stopped and asked, "I thought you were going to spend more time." So let's go to the restaurant for dinner, and I was going to send it to your office, and it's all you like. ”

"Thanks, but I'm not going to eat yet. Mo Yan shook his head and said, "It's been so long, Jones's body is still so weak, I want to go to him to see it." It had been a few days since Jones fell into a coma, and now Jones had woken up from his coma, but he was still too weak to leave his bed. The potions master had already checked Jones's blood, but he didn't find any poison, and he didn't know what caused the coma, so he naturally couldn't make any antidote, and Jones woke up naturally after Mo Yan came back.

"Let's go together, then. Emily smiled and nodded. For Emily, Jones is a very likable child, and during the time when Mo Yan left Thunder Cliff, Emily can be regarded as a person who has had a lot of contact with Jones, and she likes this somewhat childish black dragon very much. Now that something like this has happened to Jones, Emily was also very anxious at the beginning, so she didn't even deal with the damage to the city and stayed in Jones's room all the time. It wasn't until Jones's condition was slowly improving that Emily's hanging heart was relieved.

Now that they had decided to go to see Jones together, Mo Yan and Emily soon came to Jones's room, and now in the room, except for the black dragon lying on the big bed, only Ellie was still in this room. Mo Yan put her in charge of protecting the weak black dragon, and the two people, who had always been noisy, had unknowingly established a friendship. Seeing Mo Yan walk in, Ellie, who was originally sitting there and sitting in a daze, jumped up and threw herself into Mo Yan's arms.

"You're here, master. Jones also raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Yan in front of him and said weakly. The originally energetic black dragon was now listless, and it seemed that it was very difficult to even lift her head, but she still tried her best to pretend that she was already much better, and she didn't want Mo Yan to worry about her. Seeing Jones reluctant himself, Mo Yan frowned and said with some reproach: "Since you are sick, you should rest well, you lie there and talk to me." ”

"Woo woo......" Hearing Mo Yan's somewhat angry words, Jones hurriedly lay down obediently, not forcing his weak physical activities. After asking a few useless words in the room, Mo Yan, who didn't know what to say, comforted the coquettish Jones and sat on the edge of the bed for a while before leaving. He didn't know anything about the physiology of dragons, so he didn't know what was going on with Jones, and he couldn't possibly make any useful comments. The only thing he could do now was to get Jones something to eat, and possibly a comfortable space for her to rest

"Will Jones be able to get better?" On the way to the restaurant, Emily asked Mo Yan, "I didn't expect that the powerful dragon clan would also fall ill for strange reasons. If you can find someone who is familiar with the dragons, then you can make Jones get better soon, right? I heard that in the Central Plains country, there is a wedge master who is very knowledgeable about the dragons, maybe they know what happened to Jones. ”

"I've asked Regel to investigate. Mo Yan sighed and nodded and said: "But that kind of mage is not easy to see, and even if he does, he may not be willing to help Thunder Cliff, and now he can only hope that Jones himself can survive, no matter how the dragon clan is also a strong creature on the continent, how can it be defeated by a simple disease." ”

After a brief dinner with Emily, Mo Yan saw the lights in the mage tower on the way back to his bedroom, which seemed to have never been extinguished, and then remembered Auguste, the lich. This lich who had lived for a long time had not come out since he got into the room, and Mo Yan went to the Mage Tower with the idea of giving it a try, hoping to get some useful information from Auguste.

"It's you, what's the matter with me?" Under the light of the magic lamp, August was lying on the desk of the original Ruiz, leaving only the white bone hand holding a pen and drawing something, he didn't look back to the door and knew that it was Mo Yan, maybe only Mo Yan came here at this time.

"Do you know anything about creatures like black dragons?" Mo Yan walked to Auguste's side and saw what he was doing, a strange object had been drawn on a large piece of parchment, some of which looked like strangely shaped mage towers, but the angle of inclination to the ground had already exceeded the normal range, and a lot of strange marks were on it, and the dense lines of various colors also made Mo Yan's scalp tingle, which should be the design of some kind of huge magic instrument.

"Black dragon? August's pen did not stop, and he continued to draw the drawings quickly. Mo Yan sighed helplessly when he heard August's words, originally he thought that August had lived for so long, maybe he had some research on the dragon clan, but now it seems that this is just his own imagination, but fortunately, Mo Yan is just trying, so it is not a special disappointment.

"So...... What's this thing you're drawing?" Mo Yan, who put his mind on the drawings of August Flower and couldn't see what this thing was, asked, "Have you been painting this thing for the past few days?

"That's the mage's idea, and I looked at some of his records and half-finished designs. August stopped his pen and said, "Use the power of magic to send out a huge amount of electricity, and then turn into something called magnetism to fire cannonballs." It only took me some time to complete the design, it is very similar to the principle of the artillery you are using, but it is much more powerful, it can even fire huge cannonballs from Thunder Cliff into the middle of the continent! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly pass,. For mobile phone users, please go to read

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