Dragonborn

Time flies.

In late autumn, the wheat fields in Xinzhen had a good harvest.

The breeze blew through the golden ears of wheat, and the heavy ears had a faint fragrance, which was particularly pleasing to the eye. It was the first time for the people in the new town to witness such a good harvest. After getting used to eating grains, everyone had to admit that wheat was really a good food.

Special harvesters can harvest a large amount of grain at the same time, and then transport it to the thresher for processing. After that, it just needs to be sent to the waterwheel for grinding, and then it can be made into delicious bread, noodles, pancakes, steamed buns, and dumplings...

It can be said that after learning these rich and colorful recipes, the dietary level of the whole Xinzhen has risen by several degrees. If they are asked to go back to eating animal meat now, I am afraid that many people will be reluctant to do so.

With bright smiles on their faces, people drove their flocks of sheep and chickens behind the harvesters, taking the opportunity to peck at the fallen ears of wheat. When winter comes, these domesticated poultry will become a new delicacy.

If someone saw New Town today, they would probably be shocked. Compared with a few months ago, New Town has been completely transformed and can be called a city.

Cement is used to carve out a hard skeleton, which is then repaired and filled with wood. Perfect drainage pipes can deliver water to every household, and there is no need to worry about sewage. With the presence of Little Green, the lush plants will not have any impact on the city, but instead become a colorful embellishment.

The roads are shaded by green trees, vines entwine around concrete houses, and beautiful flowers bloom. These are all little green eyes that can capture any abnormality at any time.

At the same time, after this period of research, Wormwood worked with researchers from the Mechanical City branch to expand cement into different categories.

Reinforced cement for building houses, quick-drying cement for paving roads... On this basis, the new town continued to expand in all directions, and the infrastructure progress was advancing by leaps and bounds. The researchers in the Mechanical City branch had sufficient resources and plenty of time, and a new product would emerge almost every ten days or half a month.

The latest research car is ready for road testing. With the design provided by Mason, it is not difficult to build a prototype. The complicated part is how to promote it.

There are many types of energy liquids currently used in the Mechanical City, but even the cheapest one is not affordable for ordinary people.

The current bottleneck is to find new energy sources. Those who can afford energy liquid can also afford current vehicles, so there is no need to study this thing. Even so, it is enough to send it to the caravan and let the nobles everywhere have a taste.

Coupled with the population introduction policy, the policy encouraging fertility, and the encouragement of the development of commerce, agriculture, and handicrafts...it can be said that the new town is running fast towards Mason's vision every day.

This was entirely due to Rambo taking advantage of the blow to his family and finding a few acquaintances with the brain worm bloodline. He was extremely skilled at taking advantage of others' misfortunes.

It has to be said that brainworms are natural commanders and politicians. When four or five brainworms work together, they can manage the entire new town in perfect order and implement all government affairs, just like an advanced computer.

The lights in Rambo's office were on almost day and night, with documents flowing in and out like water, and several meetings held every day.

The originally simple room is now completely renovated, with simple furnishings and all the top-grade Mecha City technology products. As Rambo said, money is used to make more money.

Several brainworm bloodline people gathered around the table, with translucent words floating in front of them. Rambo touched the characters with his fingertips and issued orders one by one.

"Send these to the Chamber of Commerce, and they will transport them to Guixiang City in the west. Keep enough food and seeds for this year's winter, and give the rest to the Chamber of Commerce to sell."

One of the brainworm bloodline people said: "I think we can wait a little longer. All regions have had average performance this year. We can sell these grains in the winter and get more profit."

Rambo said calmly, "The Lord doesn't want us to eat this money. Most of the people who eat wheat are civilians. We can get the funds from the nobles to ensure the survival of ordinary people as much as possible."

"I see. Then we can change the plan. We can sell the finished product directly. The popular bread now is still black bread, which is rough and tough. If we can launch cheaper products, we can expand the popularity."

The brainworm bloodline members discussed with each other and quickly came up with a mature plan.

"Yes, sir."

The hierarchy among the brainworm bloodline is very obvious. Once the superiors and subordinates are determined, they will obey orders unconditionally. Rambo nodded slightly, indicating that they could leave.

If you want to develop large-scale farmland, you must maintain a stable environment and eliminate all nearby monsters.

Rambo rubbed his forehead, and suddenly a cup of steaming tea appeared in front of him. He took the cup of tea and said, "Thank you, Olihe, your tea-making skills have improved again."

"Rambo has been so busy lately that he doesn't have time to make dessert for me."

"Isn't what the chef made enough for you?"

The blonde girl pouted and protested: "Rambo's snacks are the best!"

The Bloodline Man smiled and reached out to rub the other's head.

"When this time is over, I will make you a dessert."

"Yes! It's settled!"

Ollie happily rubbed his palm, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Rambo, someone is here to see you."

"Who is it?"

“The one in the next town.”

Rambo understood and signaled the other party to bring the person in. Before the person entered the house, the voice came out first.

"Rambo, have you received the letter from the Lord?"

"Of course."

After this period of training, Ricks has become an outstanding talent who can stand on his own. Since moving to the south, he has often dealt with the new town and established a good relationship with Rambo. After hearing the other party's answer, Ricks finally found someone to complain to.

"Then please help me analyze what industrial transformation and assembly line engineering are?"

This is really a bit too much for him. It's OK for him to deal with the fighting, but it's a bit difficult for him to be in charge of these things. After all, the cultural level of the entire West is not very high. The foundation is here, so it's better for them to learn some fighting skills.

Listening to the other party's question, Rambo sighed deeply: "Read more. I remember that the first school in the territory was built in your polluted area. What is the situation now?"

My Lord, you are really foresighted. The documents sent back a few days ago are indeed worth promoting. Otherwise, some policies cannot be implemented at all. How can we expect to achieve results if the promoters themselves do not understand them?

At this point, Ricks wiped away his worries and said with pride: "We have built the Mechanical City Branch No. 3 there, so of course there is no problem."

After the Mechanical City had established itself in the new town, it reached out to the neighboring town and established a new branch. After receiving Mason's order to clear the blind, [Confession] volunteered to become a temporary school and hired researchers as teachers to teach basic knowledge.

This is one of the few things Ricks is proud of. There are far fewer children in the new town than there are in their place, so the school construction is even more backward. Looking at his sly smile, Rambo did not raise his eyes, his expression was calm.

"If you don't want to know what those plans mean, just keep talking."

Ricks immediately changed his honorifics: "Please forgive my impoliteness, respected Lord Rambo."

Oh, he knew it. These bastards just won't let go until they see something good. Only now will they say something nice. Rambo pulled the corners of his mouth without a smile, lowered his eyes with an indifferent expression and continued to work.

"Okay, don't be angry, I was just joking, and I haven't talked about the most important thing yet."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rex tried to smooth things over on his own. He had a bright smile on his face. There is a saying that goes "Don't hit a smiling person", but Rambo is obviously not that kind of person. He lowered his head to correct documents. He completely ignored the other party's words and actions. Rex diligently served tea to the other party, but was glared at by the girl next to him.

The man raised his hands in surrender: "I don't mean to steal your job. Isn't it that Lord Rambo is ignoring me? What can I do?"

Rambo said coldly: "Disgusting."

Ricks didn't feel disgusted at all, and walked over with a shameless face: "This matter is really important. Have you contacted the West recently? I always feel a little uneasy."

Rambo stopped writing and stared at the other party with a strange expression. As the current manager of the new town, he had naturally heard about Ricks's background from Mason, including the fact that he was once the favorite of the [Queen of Insects].

The power of an SSS-level monster is no less than that of a foreign god. Since he has become the other party's priest, even if it is only for a few hours, it is enough to establish a connection between the two. Although this brings more troubles to Ricks, there are also some benefits. If he thinks there is a problem, it can only mean that something big is going to happen in the west.

"Be more specific."

Ricks complained: "I'm so far away from the West, it's good to have a premonition. Let me think... if I have to say it, it's like something is going to happen, which makes me feel uncomfortable."

He tried to describe his feelings, but he ended up talking incoherently and got himself into trouble. Rambo rubbed his forehead and said, "I see. I'll send a letter to the lord and tell him to be more vigilant. If it works, I'll reward you then."

"Rewards are secondary. As long as everyone can return safely, that's enough."

Ricks smiled bitterly and looked into the distance with worry. For the first time, he hoped that his hunch was wrong. If something really went wrong, how could he explain it?

......

Anyone who grew up in the West knows that the weather has been weird these days.

It was clearly late autumn, but thunder and lightning appeared from time to time on the border of the dark fog.

The rumbling of thunder flowing through the clouds, which at first would have caused people to feel uneasy, can now be completely ignored.

Mason used Canaan to conduct an investigation and deduced that the source of the lightning should be deep in the black fog. He didn't know where the fluctuations were that caused such a strong anomaly. After receiving Rambo's letter, Mason's doubts increased.

For this purpose, he also called Morse, a native of the West, who was born in the West and later wandered around as a wandering bloodline, and was very familiar with this knowledge.

“Are there often landmines on the border?”

Morse thought for a moment and said, "No, the Black Mist Border is always dry. I rarely see such a scene."

"I've heard a saying before: 'There must be something unusual about a person born with an unusual appearance.'"

"Anything unusual in nature must be caused by something unusual... This sentence sounds like something that an ancient country across the sea would say."

This time it was Mason's turn to be surprised. He had never expected to hear such information from an ordinary bloodline person. He quickly asked, "The ancient country on the other side of the sea?"

"When I was a wandering bloodline, I found some good stuff and later sold it to a small shop. The owner of the shop was a visitor from the ancient country. He taught me some knowledge in this area."

"Are you talking about Mr. Liu?"

“So you know him too.”

Now that Mason knew him, Morse no longer concealed the truth and told him the details.

"According to my understanding, Mr. Liu is an out-of-control pollutant. He is usually elusive and likes to trade with others on an equal basis. He is usually very careful and has been collecting things from ancient countries. If you find something good, you can consider selling it to him. It's a good deal."

"I see. How much do you know about the ancient country?"

"I only heard a little from Mr. Liu. The ancient country was born on another land, similar to Dragon Island. There is no belief in gods, and people pursue the limits of humanity. The monks are very famous. They had exchanges with this continent before the black fog. But later they encountered a natural disaster, and the entire country sank to the bottom of the sea."

Speaking of this, Morse sighed: "If they believed in God at that time, maybe there would be a different ending. As long as there were believers, the Twelve Gods at that time would definitely not sit idly by."

Mason was more interested in the so-called ancient country, which sounded very similar to his previous life. He asked around for a while, but was disappointed to find that the other party didn't know more. If he met Mr. Liu again, he might be able to learn more information.

Although the Monster Lord guided the alien souls to descend after the beginning of the Black Mist Age, perhaps a predecessor like him traveled to the past, chose to stay there, and created the ancient country?

Seeing that Mason remained silent, Morse asked cautiously, "My Lord?"

"Nothing. Remember to tell me if you see Mr. Liu again. I knew someone who looked very similar to him before. If he were still around, we would definitely get along well."

Mason collected his thoughts and chuckled to get over it. Morse nodded in agreement, and the matter of the ancient country was over.

There are more important problems to be solved right now. Ricks's words were vague, but Mason did not dare to underestimate him. If he was born in the era before the black fog, he would be born as a son of God, and naturally he would have some inexplicable abilities. He who was far away in the south had such a strong premonition, so this time he was probably in big trouble.

Fortunately, Mason had been planning to go to the Black Mist. Now there was Rambo in the new town, Ricks in the bug people's place, Cross and his wife in the hometown, and Bai and Violet in the Chamber of Commerce. The development of these places was very good, and as long as the corresponding plans were arranged, they could be implemented well.

Mason can breathe a sigh of relief now that he no longer has to do everything.

"In that case, let's go into the Black Mist before winter comes. Hmm... let's choose this vest."

The boy made a decision, his mind moved slightly, and his other pair of eyes opened and looked into the depths of the black fog.

......

The cold mist blew on my cheeks, bringing a sharp sting.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the black fog symbolizes danger. There are countless monsters living in the depths, and any one of them outside will become a nightmare for ordinary people. Ordinary people must form a team to enter here and make various preparations in advance, otherwise they will meet death.

The red-haired young man passed through the wilderness as fast as a flash of lightning. Every time he reached a safe place, an illusory black door would open in the air. Combined with his own speed, it was like teleportation. Anyone who had worked hard to travel through the black fog would shed tears of jealousy when seeing this.

"Dear Lord Orelius, we haven't been out doing any serious work for a long time. Where do you want to go this time? The portal is always at your service!"

"Would you like to go to the depths of the black fog? I have recorded 31 locations, so you can jump to any place you want!"

"What do you want to do this time? Kill people... no, kill monsters, set fires, rob and beat people, extort and silence people..."

"Stop, you're going too far."

The red-haired young man interrupted him, and the portal chuckled and continued to chatter. It was enough to see the excitement of the pollutant in his words. Since the Partington mutation, the portal has basically never left Oreius' side.

It was afraid that if it lost control, it could still change back next to the other party. Although the things given by the craftsman were really fragrant, if it was placed before knowing Orelius, the portal would definitely follow. But for it now, the instinct as a pollutant has long been secondary, replaced by obedience to Orelius.

Just from the scarlet patterns deeply integrated into the door panel, one can see how much blood the red-haired young man has shed. After day after day of assimilation, the teleportation gate now absolutely respects the other party and does whatever it says.

But this also led to another result: the portal was not a quiet place to begin with, and now it was even more boring. After finally getting out, it wanted to make a big fuss.

The domineering aspect of Oreius's blessing is that it will not change the other person's personality or thoughts, nor will it make the other person aware of anything wrong. Until now, the portal still feels that it is following the young man out of its own will.

"I want to go to the City of Worms. Take everything I asked you to bring with you. Don't let anything get lost during the transfer."

"How can you question my ability? I'm not good at fighting, but no one can beat me at teleporting!"

The portal was not happy with the flash, thinking that it was because it had not appeared in the game enough recently, so the opponent began to underestimate it. This was not okay! The view directly affected the amount of health provided, and it would never let itself go hungry!

Thinking of this, the portal worked harder. When it hit a small monster, Oreius didn't even need to do anything. The obsidian door opened and closed, swallowing it directly.

The red-haired young man snorted and laughed, ignoring its deliberate expression. His dark golden eyes looked into the distance, and his aura became colder and colder. It was like a blood-stained knife that would pierce the enemy's heart once it was unsheathed.

The portal suddenly made a "Hmm?" sound and reported, "Lord Orelius, there are people at our next stop. Do you want me to swallow them?"

"Who?"

"It seems that a few dragonborn are being besieged by monsters. It looks like they are about to collapse."

Oleus frowned and said, "Since we have met them, let's lend a hand. Why are they running so deep?"

With the permission, the portal became excited. It intended to show off its ability. The illusory door opened, revealing a thick black mist.

The threads are intertwined, permeated with an enchanting scarlet color.