Chapter 330 (1/2)

”Ow ~”

In the flat and bleak wasteland, hundreds of wolves ran away and attacked the next target with a special formation.

Three giant wolves dragged a combat vehicle with sacks piled all over the mountain. No one could imagine that this vehicle carried the ashes of more than 1000 people.

According to khruf, the weight of an adult's ashes after being incinerated by the magic flame is 10 pounds, which is about 5 kilograms.

More than 1000 people, weighing about 5 tons, plus the previous crazy slaughter in the dark moon forest and the residual plant ash from setting fire to the forest, condensed into a solid state under the compression of special magic, nearly 12 tons.

On the contrary, the three giant wolves are a little laborious. After all, they are running with the ashes for a long time, which is a little physical exertion. However, the mutton, beef and fried frog they eat during the break are really delicious. Even if the wolf king ascends the throne in the forest and the wolf family's status is improved, it's good to catch a few skinny rabbits during the winter famine. It's not comfortable to eat and drink with the fox king!

Therefore, the wolves are grateful to the fox king and are willing to run away with the urn for the fox king.

If the storage equipment takes up too much space for the ashes, the general storage equipment can't bear the weight alone.

”Wheezing!”

The north wind is like a knife. The chilly and bleak wind raises grass roots, sweeps away the soil and exposes a large area of wasteland.

Xiao Hanwei narrowed his eyes, and his bright red pupils were like a flower blooming in the night, surging with a rolling fire, not threatening to be angry.

He stared at the sky outside the window, the white sky rolled up floating clouds, the withered and yellow grassland exposed a large area of wasteland, and the wolves rushed to the next lucky man in the face of the cold wind.

Then, he leaned back slightly, looked indifferent, held his chin in one hand, and let the cold wind pouring out of the window blow his elegant black hair and lift a touch of flame.

Wasteland was not the same name hundreds of years ago. People who migrated due to war in the South found that it was a rare and good farmland with extremely fertile soil. It developed for a period of high prosperity. Because the soil was black, it was also known as black gold (Xiao Han suspected that it should be the black soil known in previous generations).

Every autumn is a bumper harvest, so it is favored by the God of bumper harvest who travels here.

However, in the most famous bet among the gods in northern Europe, a goddess hated the God of harvest for robbing believers, and hated some people for forgetting her important role. The goddess took away spring and rolled up a bleak wind for 20 years, resulting in the loss of life and fertile soil, and many people were forced to migrate.

In the face of the grumpy temper of the goddess's suspected great aunt, ASAS, the God of harvest, realized that he had picked the other party's mature fruit to some extent, wanted to retreat, and was unwilling to give up such a good place. Therefore, he walked the earth in an incarnation outside his body

Moved the black soil away.

Well, ordinary gentle gods have a compulsive heart. (the goddess licks too many dogs to provoke)

Then, under the teasing of the gods, the once prosperous black gold gradually evolved into a barren wasteland, and became hungry and slaves every year, no less than thousands of people.

Even if he was alive, he was humiliated under the double torture of fate and Lord.

Dead,

Maybe it's a relief.

”The wasteland can use very few resources, mainly livestock, and produce high-value meat products, fur and other raw materials. However, this wealth is controlled by the Lord.”

”Although the Lords are a little fat and have a certain blood relationship with pigs, to some extent, because of their greed and caution, they save the energy of wolf cavalry to search for wealth.”

Thinking so far, Xiao Han yawned and decided to run away after the last vote and buckle the black pot on Constantine with 360 degrees.

According to Khrushchev, before the advent of winter, there was always someone who took the opportunity to make trouble. As the overlord of the north, Constantine carried the pot no less than eight times a year.