From troll tribes to elf empires

Chapter 19 Fire and Mud

After the chief went out, the witch doctors discussed their respective experiences in magic research for a while, and then they all dispersed.

Back in the house, Blade Ya rarely studied spells, but once again thought carefully about the issue of food storage.

In his previous life, as a young man in the city, he really had no chance to come into contact with bacon and air-dried meat other than eating it, let alone understand their preparation techniques.

Therefore, we now have to think about this issue from a possible technical perspective.

'The main cause of meat spoilage seems to be the growth of microorganisms, right? What conditions are needed for the growth of microorganisms? Air, moisture. I can only think of these two points. Why haven't I read more books on this subject?'

"The only way I can think of is to compare. Forget it, let's try it myself tomorrow."

With this thought in mind, he slowly entered into daily meditation. This was a compulsory course every day. As long as it was not a matter of life and death, he would not interrupt it.

After lasting for about an hour, the meditation ended and I fell asleep with a sense of mental exhaustion.

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It was another early morning, and Blade Ya finished his meditation early before going out.

"What do you want to do in the future?" he asked.

So, I set up brackets horizontally and vertically on the stove, and placed the previously simply shaped mud container on it, trying to see if it could be used to speed up the 'dehumidification'.

The little troll had a tangled look on his face when he heard the answer, his blue skin was wrinkled and squeezed together, and the fangs that had just grown out of his lips were much more conspicuous.

The cautious voice of the little troll woke up Saba who was in doubt. When he looked back, it was the boy he had just dragged away.

Specifically, while ensuring fire resistance, it also needs to have a certain degree of thermal conductivity.

As the tongue of fire passed by, Blade Ya subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but the feeling from his palm stopped his movement.

He had some doubts about life. Is the fire not hot enough? Or is the troll's skin too thick?

He hoped it was the latter.

"Witch doctor. Yes. I'm sorry."

‘The outer skin has a certain degree of fire resistance, and obvious damage will only occur after a relatively long period of external flame burning’

At first, he was troubled by the "firewood" in the dark forest that was always wet and not easy to burn, but looking at the rising smoke, he had new guesses.

At least, it has to be able to boil water

Previously, Blade Ya and the teenagers built a total of three earthen stoves and made more than ten simple cooking utensils. When all of this was done, a long time had passed.

The almost-adult troll's facial skin is already somewhat horny, and the difference between a "rigid smile" and a "genuine smile" cannot be clearly distinguished;

Therefore, the little troll happily accepted Blade Ya's encouragement and continued his career as a 'child laborer'.

"I want to be a brave warrior."

After secretly writing down this fleeting thought, he felt that it would be too wasteful to just use the smoke from the fireworks to bake the stove.

Ben Ya feels that this should be a good seedling.

"What is that? The power of the witch doctor?

"No, that is the power of knowledge. The witch doctor is just the 'agent' of knowledge."

He planned to dry the stove first. Although he was not sure whether this was a necessary process, the wet mud layer was somewhat annoying.

Half a palm distance

'It's a little hot but not too noticeable.'

At the edge of the stove, looking at the tongues of fire that stirred up from time to time, the teenagers were stunned for a long time; one of the little trolls seemed to be fascinated by the flames. Seeing the witch doctor go to deal with the big troll, he became stupid

Put your hand into the stove.

He hesitated and slowly moved his little finger to the flame

One palm distance.

'em don't feel it.'

After they finally finished shaping the clay pot and bowl, the teenagers who were collecting branches and leaves also came back.

The little troll still had a 'scared' expression. Blade Ya smiled and patted the dog's head and comforted him,

"It's okay, I'm just worried that you'll get hurt."

After sending away the tribesmen who came over in surprise at the sight of the thick smoke, As soon as Saberya turned around, he almost exclaimed, "Fuck you!"

The process of lighting a fire was not easy. After several selections, the wood still contained too much moisture, causing the thick smoke to be more conspicuous than the fire, attracting a large group of guards who had never seen the world.

Seeing this scene, Blade Ya realized that he was stupid. These little trolls had never seen fire.

When he hurried over and pulled away the little troll who was reaching out, the panic on his face once again stunned him.

Blade Ya sorted through them, placed the relatively dry ones at the bottom of the earthen furnace, and lit them with flame magic.

The soil used to mix the mud was basically dug by the soldiers to reserve the clay soil intended to be used for clay tablets; depending on the location where the soil was obtained, the properties of the finished product would be somewhat different.

This is good news. Although I haven't thought of what I can do with this feature? But it is always a good thing to be immune to fire to a certain extent.

‘Is this so-called ‘bacon’ smoked with this kind of smoke?’

What came out of his mouth was longing, but the tongue of fire that flashed inadvertently at the corner of his eyes made the little troll hesitate.

This is obviously a smart kid. The temptation to test the flame means curiosity, courage, and desire to explore; the apology that understands it at least shows his understanding of language.

He also asked the teenagers to pick up some branches, leaves and vines, and told them to pick the drier ones as much as possible;

And he, together with several other teenagers, made some containers similar to pots and bowls out of mud.

"Besides, it's just the smoke."

He called a few teenagers and ordered them to get some prefabricated clay slabs, mix some additional mud, and then instructed them to build several simple square earth stoves by stacking clay slabs layer by layer.

After sending the little troll away, Blade Ya looked at his fingers that had been touched by fire and lost in thought. After trying the act of 'touching fire' a few more times, he gradually figured out his own boundaries.

'It's just a little hot'

‘Is this the expression for ‘pain, burn’? What’s going on?’

Blade Ya plans to select the type of mud that is most suitable for making cooking utensils among these muds.

Saba's interest was instantly dampened by his ugly appearance. He wanted to make a haha ​​and continue the matter at hand, but then he thought about it. Cubs are generally cuter than mature individuals, so wouldn't he be uglier now?

Thinking of this, he stopped being disgusted and gave a somewhat stiff smile to encourage him,

"It's not time for you to make a choice yet. After a while, the witch doctors will increase the content of your study. Then work hard."

The little trolls were already tired and hungry, and Blade Ya planned to simply roast some meat to reward them.

Get the meat, wash the blood, insert the branches, and place them randomly on the shelf between the gaps of the baking utensils.

Golden-yellow fat gradually precipitates and drips into the flames below, making bursts of 'sizzling' sounds; the unique aroma of the meat becomes more and more intense as it is roasted.

The little trolls had never smelled anything like this before, and saliva could not stop secreting, even dripping from the gaps between their fangs and lips.

It can be said that it is really mouth-watering.

(End of chapter)