Time passed, and Frida also met the replacement sent by Buffima.

It's just that the Earth Werewolf itself is a feud with the Wind Werewolf, and under the exchange of interests, the already red-eyed envoy is naturally not polite to speak.

Then the Spartans, who were far away on the pass to defend against the werewolf attack, saw a scene that puzzled them, and there was a riot in the werewolf camp.

Speaking of which, after such a long period of war training, the inhabitants of the Duchy of Sparta are basically qualified warriors, and the commanders who have been cultivated by the Temple of Bloody War are absolutely qualified, so they can see at a glance that the werewolf turmoil is not pretending.

Besides, with the werewolf's character and past history, they have never used such a superb tactic, and naturally it will not be a conspiracy to lure the snake out of the hole.

Therefore, after reporting to Gna and other high-ranking officials of the principality of Sparta, the soldiers of Sparta slaughtered the werewolves who were fighting.

Defeat, a great rout made the werewolf tribe lose their armor and lose three out of ten, and half of these three were earth werewolves.

The Earth Werewolf suffered heavy losses in this battle, and at least more than half of their comrades returned to the earth.

And the wind werewolves have suffered heavy losses, you must know that their number in the camp just now is seventy percent of all the centaurs, and now they are just equal to the earth werewolves who have lost half of their men.

I don't know when the conflict began, but when Frida and the highest general of the Wind Werewolf stopped it, they found that their own people still couldn't stop.

Frida hated this, the group of gray skins in front of him cut off his financial route.

And the generals of the Wind Werewolf tribe were also resentful. The group of black skins in front of them made them suffer heavy losses, and more importantly, the cold and shining weapons in the hands of the earth werewolves made them excited.

At this time, the generals of the Wind Werewolf, who were already red-eyed and the armor in front of them were so red that they naturally forgot that the weapons were in the hands of the Earth Werewolves.

Then when the two sides give the order to start fighting, the battle is one-sided, like a RMB player encountering an ordinary player.

Frida, who didn't stop doing anything, directly ordered the wind werewolf tribe to be wiped out, and then took his men around the long way to start the long march home.

Compared with Frida, who had successfully attracted the attention of the wind werewolf tribe and suffered a large number of wind werewolves, the principality of Sparta could be described as rejoicing.

Not only did a large number of wind werewolves be killed in a raid, but even most of the weapons that had been lost before were returned, and not only that, but they also gained a lot of werewolf slaves. Naturally, it can be regarded as a big profit

Compared to the liveliness of the Duchy of Sparta. Flame City is not bad, 50,000 sets of weapons and armor require a large amount of raw materials, and these raw materials are basically impossible to rely on the production of Flame City itself.

Therefore, ore, animal tendon and other goods were purchased in large quantities. It also caused a frenzy among the merchants of the Flame City.

In the minds of businessmen, there is probably nothing more important than making money. And behind these big businessmen there are more or less aristocratic shadows. Not only that, but these merchants will also gather in groups as soon as they leave, and the bandits who naturally want to attack can only dispel the thoughts in their hearts, and they don't know why. The two most rampant bandit gangs in the Flame Province have not even acted once in the past few days.

The merchants were elated, and the workers of Flame City were not far behind.

Fifty thousand sets of weapons and armor were naturally not something that the current small factory in Flame City could handle, and the expansion of the natural factory was also put on the agenda, and a large number of plasterers, skilled in earth magic, and magic apprentices were called together to start building the factory.

Until now, Flame City is becoming more and more prosperous, and naturally there are some unscrupulous businessmen who raise prices in the middle, which is an inevitable situation in Mo Xuan's opinion.

But for the residents of Flame City, the pressure to survive has increased.

And the most obvious thing to feel is these magic apprentices, most of them can only release some low-damage magic that is not very powerful, and because of the fact that the land in Flame City is scarce now, it costs a lot of money for them to build a place where they can practice casting magic.

It takes money to experiment with magic, it costs money to use the laboratory, it costs money to cast materials, and a series of places that require money make these magic apprentices have to bow their heads to society.

Apprentices who are proficient in fire magic will work part-time in smelting, those in water will work part-time in cleaning, and those in natural earth will work part-time in construction, anyway, no one can do better than them to reinforce walls and tamp the ground.

Moreover, after a period of training, these apprentices found that their control of magic had been greatly improved, so they naturally devoted themselves more enthusiastically to various part-time jobs, and of course, they did not let go of their own work.

To outsiders, the magic apprentices in Flame City who have no shelves have become a spectacle of Flame City.

Sweaty workers shouting trumpets, inspectors constantly patrolling with batons in their hands, and the construction site in full swing seems to never stop.

In the laboratory in the crater, a large group of alchemists, dwarven blacksmiths, and goblin mechanics gathered, and their job was to develop more efficient and productive machine tools that would be the cradle for the manufacture of various items in the future.

At this time, Mo Xuan was patrolling the entire volcano.

In Mo Xuan's mind, this volcano will be a new Flame City, and after a year of hard work by tens of thousands of workers, this volcano has already taken shape.

The land has been leveled, the mountain walls have been excavated, the trees have been regularized, and some gray dwarves have even put the construction of sewers on the blueprints.

When Mo Xuan saw the dense sewer diagram on the drawing, he suddenly felt his head grow for a while, and then the irresponsible lord very happily threw this drawing to the person in charge of the project, our gray dwarf leader, Mr. Huo Lun.

Now Horren is already the honorary leader of all the gray dwarves in Flame City, you must know that there are more than five thousand gray dwarves in Flame City, which is simply unimaginable for Horen, you must know that when it is underground, it is limited to the problem of resources, and there are few tribes with more than 10,000 people underground, except for those trade cities, of course.

For the various races from the underground, life is like a dream now, with water that can never run out, food that can be eaten with an open belly, and a safe environment where they don't have to worry about being plotted, all of which they couldn't even think of before.

Therefore, after these underground races came to Flame City, they worked frantically every day to numb themselves, and they were afraid that this beautiful life would disappear in the next moment. (To be continued......)