The Apocalyptic Master of Synthesis

After forming a team of lava dwarves, Chen Wei began to clear the problem of lava dwarves marching.

Before Stanford took the walking corpse forward, there were various problems.

If it's only twenty or thirty miles away, it's okay, the walking corpses can reach it after walking for a day or two. At most, the time is slower, and they may miss important battles.

But the lava dwarves can't do it here, they can't keep moving in one direction like walking corpses.

They need to eat. Without food, their physical strength will decrease, and they cannot even enter the fighting state.

The most speechless thing is that the requirements of lava dwarves are quite high.

Although centaurs eat a lot, fruits and oats are almost enough. If there is nothing to eat, they can live for a while eating leaves.

But not the dwarves, who want bread, roast meat, and above all, ale.

Without bread and roast, at most they would have no strength, and without ale, they would have no morale.

Every ten lava dwarves consume a barrel of ale every day, and this is the most basic consumption, and they haven't let it go.

If you really want to eat freely, these dwarves don't know how much alcohol they consume every day.

Most importantly, Chen Wei didn't have enough food and drinks.

And the Eternal Night City, which is under construction, has no preparations for this.

Undead don't need to eat.

Even if they have it, it is not very suitable for ordinary people to eat.

Chen Wei pressed the center of his eyebrows. This kind of powerful army is good, but it also consumes a lot of energy. How can we hurry up later.

I hope that along the way, we can find a way to correspond to the logistics.

While Chen Wei was thinking, he entered the dwarf cottage. He planned to ask about the situation of the dwarves here.

The dwarves did not show any dissatisfaction with Chen Wei's entry.

As long as the undead don't come in, they don't have any opinion.

After entering the dwarf cottage, Chen Wei found that it looked like a half-finished small village.

In addition to the dwarves' respective residences and the bronze bell on the hillside to notify the dwarves, there is also a large square for the dwarves to gather.

A dwarf who looked old stood not far away and looked at Chen Wei's companions following behind.

The dwarves in the village didn't care too much about the dwarves suddenly turning into lava dwarves.

In their eyes, the traditions of the dwarves have changed countless times.

Every time a nearby elf clan changes direction, they change direction too.

Existences like lava dwarves have no way to challenge the limits of their thinking.

After walking around the dwarf cottage, Chen Wei asked a few dwarves.

"What do you usually eat?"

"Pumpkins and oats grow on the hillside, and moss and mushrooms grow in the mines below the hillside."

"Is there a mine under the mountain?"

Chen Wei was taken aback.

"There is a mine that is not too big, and part of the iron ore can be mined. We are considered a small village. There is only such a mine. There is no melting furnace and gold mine of our own. The hall under the mountain has not been built yet. It's not far off."

The dwarf who was talking to Chen Wei sighed there.

"The hall under the mountain?" Chen Wei asked curiously.

Only then did the dwarf realize that he seemed to have missed something, so he could only look back helplessly.

At this moment, Chen Wei also happened to see the aged dwarf.

Chen Wei walked up to the dwarf and asked politely, "Old man, are you a hero?"

The old dwarf shook his head, "No."

"Is that the transformation of the player after death?" Chen Wei asked again, he always felt that this old dwarf was a little different.

"No, I just lived a little longer and know a little more." The old dwarf said calmly, "You want to ask about supplies, right? The dwarves' tradition is that if you pay the blood tax, you won't pay it." other taxes.

Not even elves can force us. "

"No, I just want to ask about the hall under the mountain."

"I don't know." The old dwarf turned Chen Wei's topic back in one sentence.

Chen Wei felt a little helpless, he wanted to ask someone, but he didn't know who to ask.

But fortunately, Zhuifeng seemed to say that there was a dwarf cottage nearby, and if he couldn't ask about the situation here, he would go to other places to ask.

Although he was reluctant to talk about the hall under the mountain, the old dwarf did not refuse in other respects.

Chen Wei knew that the dwarven cottages could serve as resource points in addition to recruiting dwarf troops.

Ten units of iron ore or fifty gold coins can be provided every week.

Of course, if you choose iron ore or gold coins, you will no longer be able to recruit any dwarven soldiers from the dwarven cottage this week.

This is exactly what the old dwarf said before, the dwarves have paid the blood tax, and the tradition of not paying other taxes.

Now that the dwarf cottage is considered to be occupied by Chen Wei, the weekly tax of the dwarf cottage will be handed over to Chen Wei.

Until someone took down the dwarf cottage and took the dwarf cottage away.

Chen Wei asked a question at this time: "If I want to buy some food and drinks, are there any for sale here?"

"Only stone pancakes are sold." For this question, the old dwarf did not refuse and gave an answer.

Stone pancakes?

Looking at the things that the old dwarf took out, Chen Wei felt that even if the things were called stones, people would believe them.

The cake that the old dwarf took out was like a gray stone the size of a fist, so hard that it could be used to beat people directly.

When the stone cake was taken out, all the lava dwarves showed a look of unwillingness to recall.

The old dwarf was rather nostalgic, "This is our dwarf's marching rations. Each piece can feed a dwarf for a day. It is best used when marching in a hurry. When you have a place, drink some wine and eat some physical strength and food." Morale went up.

I can't sell you other things. We have as many of these stone pancakes as you want. "

Chen Wei was speechless. In this world, isn't there anything normal?

At this moment, the [Hero] interface suddenly flickered.

It turned out that Chasing Wind brought the dwarf's body to the cemetery.

"Boss, it seems that a flag has been erected at the cemetery, and someone has occupied this place."

Chen Wei was stunned for a moment, and opened the [Trade] interface to see that there was an extra affiliation behind [Wild Camp - Cemetery].

[The cemetery belongs to Yongye Town, a town of undead, and the number of walking corpses produced every week is +1. 】

"It's okay, throw the body in, and I'll take care of the rest."

After Chen Wei thought about it, he knew that this was Wheeler. With the current relationship between them, this didn't affect anything.

Zhui Feng didn't ask any further questions, and threw the dwarf's corpse into the cemetery under Chen Wei's command.

Then Chen Wei started remote operations through the [Trade] interface.

Because dwarf corpses are more suitable, all the thirty-six dwarf corpses brought over this time were transformed into miners' corpses and incorporated into Stanford's team.