Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

[You receive experience from your follower [Soul Sigher - Orest]]

[You get 1500xp]

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[You get 1200xp]

In the Iron Wing Palace, Cassius, sitting on the throne, looked at the information refreshed on the panel and nodded with satisfaction.

Silver dragon Olivia recently moved to Istalia in the center of the empire. She said she wanted to fulfill her duties as a councillor and make the Burning Empire a more just and peaceful country.

White dragon Tinija was dragged away to make up for her history and political knowledge. She would not be allowed to return until she completed her learning goals.

Blue dragon Christina seemed to have disappeared recently. After the coronation ceremony, the Faria family had a complicated attitude towards the Burning Empire.

After the coronation ceremony, the internal and external troubles were resolved, and the Burning Empire completely completed the unification of the Anzeta Wasteland, the life of the "Burning Emperor" Cassius became particularly boring -

Every day he ate, slept, studied spells, and then quietly watched the experience in his panel rise and the gold coins in his treasury piled up.

What a boring life.

Cassius couldn't help but sigh.

"The enthusiasm of the players is higher than I thought. After just a few weeks, more than 50,000 experience points have been produced."

"Tsk, it's worth it that I caught the lich myself. The effect is really good."

"By the way, there is also Matla, I don't know"

Before Cassius finished speaking, a magic communication application appeared in the hall: "Your Majesty, our experiment was very successful. These undead creatures can be used as farmers."

The excited voice of the Imperial Agricultural Officer Alifu Levi came.

Cassius turned his head and looked at a mirror on the wall, which showed an endless flat field, and the black soil was so fertile that it was about to ooze oil.

This is the Matla Plain, which was originally covered with snow and ice that never melted. It was once a "barren land" abandoned by the nobles of the North.

After the red dragon transformed the climate and melted the snow, it became the largest and most fertile arable area in the entire Anzeta - the Matla Farmland.

The arable area of ​​this plain reaches 43 million acres, and the terrain is flat and the soil is fertile. If it is properly developed, it is enough to support the food supply of the entire empire.

"Ah"

A low voice echoed on the plain.

And on that land, there were pale white skeletons lined up everywhere. They walked stiffly in the fields, swinging hoes vigorously, and they were actually - plowing the land?

Yes, they were indeed plowing the land.

These skeletons have no independent consciousness, but they can be controlled to complete some of the most basic actions.

And in the fields farther away, hundreds of skeletons can be seen sowing under the leadership of agricultural officials.

Anzeta itself is a vast and sparsely populated area, with less than 10 million people scattered over nearly 3 million square kilometers of land.

The empire does not lack land, but population.

Under Trump's plan, factories in various cities are recruiting people, and it seems that it is not worth the loss to allocate a part of the scarce and precious population resources as agricultural population.

However, the development of industry requires sufficient non-agricultural population and sufficient food as support. In addition, the empire has not yet developed large-scale agricultural machinery.

Therefore, Trump proposed the "Ministry of Agriculture", a new imperial institution.

Most of the "agricultural officers" are druids who are well versed in nature, and almost all of them are players. Each agricultural officer leads hundreds of cheap skeletons to carry out large-scale and centralized agricultural cultivation at night.

During the day, most of these skeletons are on standby in coffins or mining underground.

In addition, the department also cooperates with the Empire's Ministry of Science and Technology, and the "genetics" in the [Mechanicus] are responsible for cultivating good varieties and researching more high-yield and more environmentally adaptable crops.

At the same time, druids can also use druid spells to cast various spells that violate the laws of nature to make crops grow more vigorously.

There is even a player nicknamed [I don't eat Jinkela] who took a different approach and bought and hoarded people's feces from various cities and opened a "Jinkela Organic Fertilizer Company".

At the same time, he also cooperated with the Ministry of Agriculture and became a rich man among the player community in just a few weeks.

This may be a kind of talent flowing in the blood. For farming, the players are advancing very quickly.

It is expected that after this harvest, the grain of the Matra farmland will be able to supply the whole country.

It can be foreseen that after the "Skeleton Agricultural System" is fully formed, the empire will not lack food for quite a period of time.

Cassius looked at the endless farmland and seemed to have seen the golden wheat fields that were about to grow here.

However, he also looked towards the city in the distance, and saw the people who were sweating in front of the huge and ferocious machines. They were like parts attached to these steel monsters.

"Hehe."

"You should thank me for farming. At least, you can have enough food, right?"

The red dragon yawned involuntarily. He felt a little sleepy. Maybe the next sleep was about to begin.

The night fell and the stars twinkled.

On the endless Matra farmland, a druid was driving hundreds of skeletons and working hard in the farmland.

The nickname on his head is the famous [Wings of Freedom] - also known as "Brother Holy Light" by players.

Brother Holy Light wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was still naked with a strong body, and some parts were covered by the dazzling holy light, like a star in the dark night.

He looked into the distance and showed a rough and simple smile.

"Ah-"

"What a beautiful wilderness, I can feel the breath of nature-"

He sighed: "It's a pity that all people in the world are ignorant and don't understand the beauty of the way of nature. They have to use rough cloth to cover the beautiful flesh."

Brother Holy Light patted the skeleton in front of him.

"You are still the best. Although you are dead, you are naked and meet me honestly."

"Praise freedom!"

Brother Holy Light lay down and turned into a brown bear.

His whole body exudes fluorescent green natural power, allowing the seeds sown to accumulate more life energy.

"Ah"

The skeletons let out a suppressed roar, still swinging their hoes over and over again, seemingly never tired.

In fact, Brother Light was talking nonsense. Undead creatures and druids are inherently contradictory. Druids who follow the way of nature hate those who do not follow death.

But the players don't care about this. They just want to find a way to satisfy their perverted desires.