"The change of the magical environment is a big deal" At this moment, Wright was still treating the patient, and did not hear the deep meaning of the old mage's words, "The biggest difference between the Galloping Horse Plain and other places is the influence of magic turbulence, if it can really be improved, the human race will be able to survive here." ”

"The Terrans could have survived here, aren't you, me, and this camp the Terrans living on the plains?"

"For them, they can only be regarded as alive" Wright volunteered to come here to practice, it doesn't mean that he thinks it's a good environment "One day the demon supporters outside can get the response of the great, and the human race can really survive"

"Hmm" The mage didn't speak, but he said in his heart, in fact, now the human race can also live on the plains, but every nobleman in the Human Empire has his own ideas, and they have not experienced taking care of this place.

The old mage also stopped looking at the ascetic's treatment and walked outside the house, where he wanted to go out and see.

When he walked to the first floor, he passed by several salt-making rooms, before he arrived, more than a dozen salt-boiling pots in the room had been placed here, the salt-boiling pots were all transported from the Terran Empire, each pot had magic runes on it, which could make the entire pot better heated, and the stone bed under the pot, the magic rune version laid out, every month the tribes in the northeast would send coal, which was also produced on the galloping horse plain, and these fuels would be spread into the stone bed and heated with the magic pattern plate.

When a cauldron is close to being burned dry, the barbarians and demon supporters will transport the cauldron to another stone chamber, where the floor is paved with heated magic patterns to dry the last bit of water.

Gandalf walked to the door of the salt boiling room and saw a group of people transporting a large pot that had just been cooked, because the height of the stone bed was level with the ground, and the fuel pool was dug underneath, so it was very convenient to transport the boiling pot.

The process of transporting the cauldron requires at least 5 demon supporters and 5 non-demon supporters to cooperate with each other, and the demon supporters will hook the handle of the cauldron with an iron hook to pull the iron pot out of the stone bed, while the non-demon ones must ensure the stability of the cauldron.

Usually with the cooperation of 10 people, the cooking pot can be transported smoothly, but Rao is like this, the transportation process is also the most dangerous process for salt workers, and people are often scalded or smashed at this time.

"Look at the point, pull slowly, don't let the pot be crooked," a demon bearer commanded.

"Be careful"

"Hey, hey" Suddenly, one of the participants suddenly slipped under his feet and fell, he originally used a wooden stick against the side wall of the pot to ensure the stability of the pot, but as soon as he slipped and fell, the pot suddenly deviated in his direction.

"Ahh Yes... The Demonless Man who had fallen closed his eyes and shouted loudly, as if the hot salt had fallen on him, but he struggled for a while, as if he was not hurt, so he opened his eyes and saw that the large salt pot had not fallen.

It was Gandalf who used the magic of the mage's hand to stabilize the cauldron, and everyone in the room looked at Gandalf in awe, and Gandalf nodded to everyone and prepared to leave.

"What's going on? What's going on? A voice outside the house shouted, and a huge figure ran up.

The visitor rushed directly into the room where the salt was boiled, and was relieved to see that everyone was okay.

"I said a long time ago that the bottom of this pot should be repaired, otherwise it will be too easy to fall!" It was a barbarian who spoke, he had the typical physique and height of a barbarian, but on his face, he had a beard that was rare for barbarians.

"Kuryagan, can't you help fix it?" Said one of the Terran demon supporters involved in the transport.

"I think so, we don't have enough materials, this cauldron is not cast from pig iron, it is forged after mixing a large amount of demonic metal, we can't repair it" The bearded barbarian is called Kur Yagan, the entire salt mine, maybe the only barbarian blacksmith in the entire galloping horse plain, almost 3 meters tall, with steel-like muscles, and his strength is even comparable to that of a high-level knight.

Kuryakan likes to stay in the salt room, watch the rune-filled cauldron boil salt, and try out all sorts of things that make what the rand's hometown is known as wrought iron.

Gandalf didn't stop long, but continued to walk out, and when he reached the mouth of the cave, he saw a large amount of coarse salt fired in the workshop being loaded into sacks sent by the Terrans, who were carrying the sacks of salt to a team of pack beasts, driven by the barbarians.

Gandalf watched coldly as the barbarians kept scolding the Terran demon supporters, and suddenly the barbarian overseer saw Gandalf, hurriedly changed his face, and ran over to flatter.

"Master Mage? What do you command? "In the barbarian camp, strength is status, and ordinary barbarians are full of smiling faces in the face of mages and ascetics.

"Nothing, just take a look," Gandalf didn't elaborate.

"Go, go, work." A voice came from behind the overseer, it was the barbarian leader of the southwest camp and the brother of the head goose.

"Master Mage, the people below are not sensible, don't mind." The leader is very enthusiastic about the mage, but there is also a vague attitude of defensiveness.

"I remember, the last time Lord Touyan came, it was 3 months ago, right?"

"Oh? Is it that long? It seems to be, after all, there is now an alliance "The head of the alliance is not good, so hurry up and perfunctory the past."

"Haven't you been in the camp lately?"

"Ahh Come, come, last night. The leader was sweating a little, and he looked at the beast team. You guys! Give me a lighter and don't break the bag! ”

"Grandpa Mage, I'll deal with it first," the head man laughed and immediately ran away.

Of course he lied just now, there had been no one in the camp outside for a long time, and the last time someone came was the old priest who sent someone to inform him that the camp would take away a large number of cavalry to support the head goose in the near future.

Both he, the old priest, and the head goose were very jealous of Gandalf, and they knew that if there was anyone in the salt mine who could raise his arms and instigate the whole Terran to attack them, it would be Gandalf.

So they had to hide the fact that Gandalf's grey geese had invaded south, and that his camp was now empty.

But what the head goose really wanted him to hide was the secret of their journey south, and the head man remembered the conversation his brother had with him when he last came to the salt mine camp.

"Let's open another salt mine?"

"Yes, it's not just the Terran slave mining, but the steppe people who also want to participate."

"Why? Isn't that Lannia in charge of it pretty well now? ”

"Good! She manages it so well, think about it, if this camp didn't have you and me, would the salt mine have less salt every month? ”

"Of course not"

"And what about without her?"

"This... I'm afraid we're going to mess up with the gray geese, but... But all the Terrans are at her disposal."

"So I'm going south, do you think I'm going south to fight the maned wolf?

No, I'm going to contain him, and then sweep the territory of his vassals, so that I can get at least 7 or 80 demon supporters, and the two noble lords we face, the dragon Luo and the galloping horse, can also provide at least 50 demon supporters. ”

"It's not enough, isn't it?"

"Of course, there are also the demon supporters I have sold to various small and medium-sized tribes over the years, and now I am taking the old and young of their tribes Since these people are following us to fight with the gray geese, their slaves must also be sold to us, this is another 100 people, and we have 30 people ourselves"

"You... Have you thought it all through? ”

"Yes, over the years, the mage and that woman have turned the entire Terran in the salt mine into a tribe, and there is no conflict between the Terrans, and they will clash with us in the future.

Therefore, we must build another Terran camp that is not close to them, let them fight each other, and only by allowing the Terran to continue to clash with each other can we rest easy. ”