Take Taobao with you to another world

Disclosing the core facilities means a lot of risk. Once the thermal power plant is in operation, it will not be easy to relocate it again. No matter what accidents lead to the loss of key facilities, Yunshen has no spare capacity for a second investment.

When this decision was made, it was not that no one had suggested that it would be good to just show the werewolf equipment such as the steelmaking furnace.Yun Shen chose this method after thinking about it. Werewolves are not the stupid creatures in the rumors. If their base wants to develop, they must form an alliance with werewolves. After deciding to exchange trust, it is actually a risk to despise the allies like this Well, the werewolves will always find out one day, and when the time comes, the gap will be difficult to mend.

The equipment of the power plant is still in the installation and commissioning period, and Yunshen has indeed arranged the best workers he selected here.It is no easy task to run a thermal power plant, especially in the current situation where technical personnel are extremely scarce and funds are very tight. Enthusiasm for learning and active labor can make up for some shortcomings. Yunshen still has to gradually distribute the work in hand Only in this way can the project be carried out smoothly as planned.He led the two of Ska through various equipment rooms. The air smelled of second-hand equipment, iron, oil and plastic, which was a stimulus to the werewolf's sensitive sense of smell, but Ska had nothing. He said that he never even frowned.The pharmacist was more novel than amazed. Before they were working, he still couldn't imagine the power they could produce.

The workshop area is not small. In addition to the equipment, there are also people who carry equipment back and forth, or pass wires and tools to the moving escalator, or stand on the ladder to lay lines. In the corner, there are also people in twos and threes discussing equipment or blueprints in low voices.Almost no outsiders came here, but even if he saw him appear in person with two special-looking guests, these workers did not stop their work even though they were surprised, only a capable-looking bereaved man strode steadily come over.

"Sorcerer. Who are these two?" After bowing to Yun Shen, he turned his eyes to Scar and Pharmacist with a gentle expression.

The pharmacist's expression was a little delicate.

"Xuanhou, this is the Ska patriarch of Sachel, and this is their pharmacist." Yun Shen said, "I just brought them to have a look, you don't mind."

"I've heard about the two names a long time ago. It's really rare. This is also the first time our thermal power plant receives guests. I don't have any important work on hand. If that's the case, why don't you let me be the two guides, magician?" The man named Xuanhou smiled heartily, and he couldn't tell that he was the one who suggested that the werewolf look at the conveyor belt stove and so on to fool them.

In fact, Yun Shen has never had enough time, so he looked at Scar.

"He can do it?" Scar looked at the survivor.

"I trust him, he is in charge of managing this place." Yun Shen said.

"Okay." Scar nodded.

"Then, I will leave the two of you to you." Yun Shen said to Xuanhou, "The way of visiting can follow their wishes."

This was a subtle reminder, Xuanhou laughed, "Don't worry, I won't let the guests down."

Although he is not usually active, this man with a special name is indeed the person in charge of the thermal power plant. In the hierarchy that has not yet been mentioned, he belongs to the same level as Li Hong and even Takla, second only to Fan Tianlan One of the important responsible persons.Among the survivors who were transformed from the army and have never lost certain traditions during the long hidden time, neither "Xuan" nor "Hou" are words that can be easily used. At the beginning, whether Li Hongwei recommended it to the magician The man was very hesitant, but in the end he took the initiative to stand in front of the magician.In terms of talent, he is not as good as representatives of young people like Fan Tianlan and Takla, and his charisma is not as good as Li Hong and others, not even his son Luo Jiang, but he can become a power plant trusted by Yunshen from an ordinary person The person in charge, Xuanhou is quite unusual.

At least in terms of explanation, he did a pretty good job. Unlike Yun Shen, he was able to explain the professional and complicated conversion process in simple and straightforward language. Although Scar and Pharmacist still found it difficult to understand, Compared with the beginning, they understood a lot. They walked all the way, passing through the forests of steel and concrete, and came to the empty coal yard.

"...The coal will be transported here along this road, sent up by a belt, poured into the belly of that big iron thing, and ground into a finer powder than this." Xuanhou pinched a small amount of coal on the ground. A pinch of soil, crushed on your fingers, "As long as you blow them in with the wind, they can turn into pure flames with a bang."

"Why didn't it burn into pieces?" Ska asked casually, his eyes fell on the elevated track stretching across the slope to the front, and there were piles of coal blocks under the wooden track legs, but there was no coal truck yet. come over.

"Heating and boiling water can be used, but not here." Xuanhou said.

"why?"

"It's not fast enough, and it's not hot enough, and the remaining ash is difficult to dispose of." Xuanhou said, "The burning flame will boil the water in the boiler, turning them into hot gas like fire..."

"Fire-like heat?" Scar asked again.

"Yes, it's like the water vapor after we cook food, but it's many times more terrifying than that. Once it leaks out, it can steam people nearby alive." Xuanhou laughed, "Of course, as long as we follow the instructions of the magician and be careful, Such accidents rarely happen.”

Ska twitched the corners of his mouth. This black-haired man seemed to be frank, but he was no different from that sorcerer in some ways. He glanced around, and the white-haired pharmacist looked at him, not like a stranger. .

"The precision and wonder of this process is beyond my ability to explain, but," Xuanhou said, "the magician made a 'gadget' for us, Chief Ska, you can go Take a look."

He didn't address Ska with respect, as Ska always felt, this attitude was not disrespectful, but he didn't regard him and the Sacher tribe behind him as a threat. As for relying on... Obviously, they no longer seem to need it up.

Following this man named Xuanhou, Scar and the pharmacist made a detour and came to a row of bungalows next to the factory building. This is where the tool room, utility room and meeting room are side by side. It is in that simple meeting room , in order to facilitate the explanation of the basic structure of the thermal power station, the technician prepared some small models for them.

Scar stepped into this white room that also had large windows, his eyes flicked past the blackboard, and then fell on the display stand by the side wall.Xuanhou tidied up the countertop, then bent down and picked up the kettle under his feet, weighed it, lifted it up and poured water into the jug above the steam device, and then struck the wax block in the iron box below with a flint.

The principle of the steam engine is easier to understand by explaining it in the form of a physical model than in words, especially several important parts of which are blown from glass. When the water in the glass jar boils, the steam pushes the piston to do work and drives the rotor to cut the magnetic coil. The whole process It is clearly displayed in the eyes of visitors.

Xuanhou took out a small light bulb mounted on the wooden board from the wooden grid on the wall, installed it behind the magnetic coil, connected the wire, and the light turned on.Scar approached and looked very carefully at this device that was completely uncontrollable by humans, and then Xuanhou replaced the small light bulb with a slightly more complicated electric wooden hammer in front of his eyes, watching the small device that continued to swing up and down steadily Things, even if there are still some doubts in his heart, he already understands what this kind of power means as the head of the clan.

This is just a small wooden hammer less than the size of his little finger, but the transparent water tank in front of him is also countless times smaller than the boilers he saw. Once those giants move, they will undoubtedly be able to swing a hammer that is a hundred times heavier than this one. Hammers, day and night instead of their craftsmen making weapons and farm tools, of course, the small luminous cover is also good, after all, it is not as good as this to shake him.

If the Sasheers have people, weapons and food, what do they have to fear?They might even have a city, a comfortable, safe and wealthy city.

...as long as they are willing to give up something.

The thermal power plant was not the whole itinerary arranged by the black-haired artist. After the thermal power plant, Ska and the pharmacist got on the tram built on the gravel road and went to the ironworks that was also under preparation. The factory, even the military factory in the middle of the mountain was opened to them.

This is Yun Shen's sincerity, and it is also Yun Shen's confidence.

Except for the initial escort, Yun Shen has been busy with his work since then, and the duties of the guide have been completely handed over to Xuanhou. This straightforward and calm man knows other people's work quite well, at least There were very few questions Scar asked that he couldn't answer.And when this journey was over, the sun had already set behind the distant mountains, and on their way back there were continuous crowds of people who were finishing their work passing by. Scar stopped taking the tram and walked on the solid avenue with the pharmacist.

This is a veritable avenue that can accommodate ten horses in parallel without being crowded.No one would be so devoted to a sojourn. Scar didn't think he was a very competent patriarch, but even if he paid ten times more for his clansmen, he still couldn't achieve the level of a magician. Obviously not resolve.

Scar fell into his own contemplation, and the pharmacist, who was silent most of the time along the way, looked at Xuanhou who was walking beside them. The other party smiled at him, and Scar raised his head, "You guys know each other well?"

Xuanhou didn't answer, and the pharmacist hesitated, "We haven't seen each other for 20 years."

Scar looked at Xuanhou, "You used to have very hard bones, but you knelt in just a year?"

If they want to seek refuge, this bereaved family has had more than one choice in the past. Even the envoy who came to Sachel made a preliminary agreement with him. , Across mountains and lakes, march all the way until returning home.Scar didn't have much thought about the past of the survivors, but he also admired their heroic will. Although the Hermes nobleman interrupted the plan that the survivors had just prepared, Scar didn't expect that the magician could let them Give up, and it doesn't feel right to him.

His words were not polite at all, but Xuanhou laughed and didn't care, "That depends on who it is."

"It proves that you are satisfied as long as you are black-haired," Scar said maliciously, "You really know how to play."

"So what?" Xuanhou said, "At that time it seemed to be a forced choice, but now it seems that there is no better choice than this. This is our luck."

"Tell me?" Scar sneered.

Xuanhou smiled again.

"He said light, and light came. He said power, and power came into our hands." He said calmly, "He doesn't want to be a master, but we want to belong to him, because following him, we will surely reach an extraordinary world. s future."

The pharmacist was silent, Scar put one hand on his waist, looked at each other deeply, "Is this your sincerity?"

"What about you? The patriarch of the werewolf?" Xuanhou said, "What do you not want from the sorcerer?"

It was night, several oil lamps were lit one by one in the simple room painted with only a layer of plaster. Everyone filed in and took their seats at the long table. Xuanhou was walking in the post-examination position. The person next to him asked, "Did you tell him?"

"Of course he would know about such a trivial matter." Xuanhou said with a smile.

"The question is whether he will come," said another.

"Wait, the agreed time has not come anyway." The people around Xuanhou said.

So they waited for a while, discussing in a low voice, until there was a slight squeak, and the cool night wind blew in from the door, everyone stopped, the person who walked in was not what they expected, But after seeing the black-haired young man with a soft face behind him, everyone in the room stood up, and most of them looked a little flustered.

"...Sorcerer!"

Xuanhou looked at the Shushi's quiet black eyes and laughed, "Zhushi."

The author has something to say: The third appearance of Dragon Father

Strong winds poured in from outside the city's broken barriers, disturbing the magic lines, and the slow repair speed was even slower due to the owner's lack of power. Although the nobles present were able to maintain their appearances with spells, the lord already looked trembling, and they could only let the strong wind blow, and at the same time peeped at the black-haired man in the center of the hall uneasy and uncontrollable.

Black hair is a unified feature of the high-level human race, and the beauty of that face is hard to match among all races. When the short-sighted border nobles were called here, they almost blurted out "My king", if it hadn't touched that It definitely has a breath of power that is different from that of the human race.The severely damaged city also shows that the identity of this black-haired man as the Dragon King is absolutely true, not to mention...

Salvren lowered his gaze, the fine iron under his palm felt cold and hard, and the fine mithril patterns radiated light, and the magic guarded the bones placed in the dark coffin.

The remains of the former king of the human race.

The strong wind keeps blowing, this is the breath of this world, he can touch it again, but the king is gone forever.He withdrew his hand, "How long will it take to reach the capital?"

The noble standing beside him lowered his head, "This... two months, Dragon King."

"Protect him." Salvren said, he was silent for a while, "The last words are left on the bones, and only the present king can open them."

"This is our obligation." The nobleman quickly responded, although the long journey may greatly damage his strength, the rewards may be rich enough, and then he secretly looked at the dragon, "That name, I don't know you... ..."

"I have my way home." The Dragon King said calmly.

The white palace hidden in the green bushes is neat and tidy, without any trace of emergency construction. Astaros climbed the steps, his clean black cloak brushed over the railing, he walked through the corridor, and the attendants with black hair and golden eyes restrained their faces. He held his breath and stood on both sides, bowing and saluting before he came.The young man Wang Wei waved his hand and walked straight to a white door.

The heavy stone door carved from the magic-sealing stone opened silently, and the nobles following Astaros bristled their hairs at just a sliver.Even the higher human races in it are incomparable. The creatures at the top of the world's force, even if they restrain their breath, are still instinctively frightening. The only one that is not affected seems to be Astaros. Not only is it unaffected, this The new king, who had always acted in a dogmatic manner, was even unusually... interested in this kind of existence.

"Good afternoon, Dragon Lord."

In the wide and empty room, standing in front of the window, the silver hair was as bright as stars, and the strong and tall man was stingy with even looking out of the corner of his eye, let alone responding to him. Astaros walked over indifferently, It stopped only a few steps away from the giant humanoid dragon.Going any further would be a forbidden area for him.

"How is your memory restored today?"

There was no expression on Meravia's face, and his golden eyes still focused on the distant sky, but he raised his right hand, and strands of blood-colored silk emerged from the void, entangled and fused in his palm, and gradually became a A small, slightly trembling ball of light.

As a dragon, he has not yet entered youth in terms of age alone, but the incarnation of dragons embodies part of their essence. At least in terms of body, Meravia is already a fully mature body.Astaros looked at the aggregate, and it was indeed as he expected, such a trivial, thin and fragile memory... He smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, you are not far from a full recovery."

Meravia's eyes swept over lightly, and then landed on his hands. The next moment he clenched his fingers into fists. Amidst the inaudible cracking sound, only some faint spots of light escaped from his fingers, like light snow melting into the air. middle.In front of Astaros, he turned the memory that took ten days to condense into nothingness. With his movements, the power surrounding him suddenly withdrew, and the suffocating horror was also reduced. for a while.

Astaros really laughed at this moment, "From today onwards, you are completely free."

To have memories means to have feelings, and a completely ruthless overlord would seem nice, but there has to be some kind of tie in the world to give such a creature a weakness.As for the friendship between the Black Dragon Lord and his brother, he was more willing to replace it with something else, but when he was about to further recruit, Meravia spoke up.

"I owe you something," he said, "and you may consider it repayment."

What happened on the rock lake of the Doomsday Volcano, perhaps only two or three high-level humans knew the specific process. Astaros' behavior not only saved the lives of his own party, but the Black Dragon Lord who regained his sanity also acquiesced in this favor.It's just that only the sanity is recovered, and the memories of those years in the past have been destroyed in the long refining process, leaving only tiny fragments.

This sentence made Astaros quiet for a while, "Is this what you mean by leaving?"

"Of course." Meravia said coldly, there was no explanation for the reason for leaving, and he didn't need to explain.

The fact that the Black Dragon Lord wanted to leave was by no means a bad thing for most of the human race. Although no one moved rashly, the nobles and generals guarding the door all looked at their king, and then the unbearable silence continued After a while, Astaros raised his gaze.

"In that case, let's make an oath."

Without a single word, just a light high-five, and the king's contract has been fulfilled.

Sunlight cast down from the hole in the clouds, and the flying black dragon lord was like a sharp black storm, cutting the gathered clouds to pieces. Astaros stood on the square in front of the palace, watching the turbulent atmosphere above his head. Aristocrats whose appearance ranged from youth to youth came behind him.

"King." The black-haired young nobleman said, "I came here specially. Please read the news just received by the capital."

Astaros turned his head slightly, "You sent it specially?"

The nobleman in tight clothes took out a letter from his palm and sealed it with blood, which is enough to show the cautious attitude of the sender, not to mention that the messenger was actually a newly promoted duke—Astaros reached out to take the envelope, and in With a light touch on the fire seal, the golden words overflowed from the seal, tightly wrapped around his fingers, and soaked into his skin.

Then Astaros showed a very rare expression of surprise.

The duke, who was too young, stood beside him, keeping his expression on his face.

"Totally unexpected..." Astaros said softly.

"Do you need to leave immediately, Sire?" asked the Duke.

"Of course." Astaros said, "It should have been impossible for the sacrificial person to return from the Eye of the World. Perhaps...the Holy King Dragon is indeed a miracle dragon?"

"The Black Dragon Lord also evolved completely at the same time, maybe it's not accidental." The Duke said, "However, I don't know if the former king—"

"Only the remains." Astaros said lightly, "Go and prepare, Delderan, and return to the capital. This is really a great surprise..." His eyesight instantly became sharp, "I have already Looking forward to what’s to come.”

It wasn't just the high-level humans who received the surprise. After feeling the strange aura that was approaching quickly, the Dragon God Palace and all the adjacent dragons became nervous.Dragons are creatures with very distinct levels of power. Even when the holy king dragon was still there, the elder dragon included never felt such substantial oppression.Barriers outside the Dragon Palace were built up layer by layer. Red Dragon Elder Siervis and the Bronze Dragon and other companions rushed into the sky. With anxiety and fear mixed with a little expectation, they ushered in a scene they wanted to see but did not dare to see. of.

Siervis almost trembled, such a mighty, majestic, magnificent, unique king... However, Melavia passed directly over their heads like a dark cloud.

The multiple defensive barriers are like frivolous bubbles to him, and before the guardian dragon could even undo them, the sharp-angled and long-winged black dragon tore them apart. When he retracted his strong wings and landed on the square, the streamlined whip With just a flick of the scaled long tail, cracks appeared on the blue steel stone surface, which was so strong that two dragons would not be damaged in a duel.The elder dragons who were chasing after him also landed behind him one after another. Compared with this amazing black dragon, they were as thin as a newly grown green female dragon.

In the black whirlwind, the black dragon turned into a human figure, his body was as strong and sturdy as his dragon shape, his wide white robe sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his distinct silver hair hung down to his waist, facing the sharp-edged face , without even touching his line of sight, all the dragons in front of him knelt down tremblingly.

The Dragon Palace also shook. After thousands of years, this palace city once again ushered in a peak powerhouse.

Almost all the dragons gathered towards the Dragon Palace, the Holy King Dragon left, and the Black Dragon Master left. Although the Dragon Clan rarely encountered threats, the loss of two noble kings in a row still made them uneasy.Now the dragon lord has not only returned, but also the black dragon lord who only exists in legends... The enthronement ceremony should be prepared.

Unlike the excitement and joy of most dragons, the black dragon master Meravia did not express the slightest joy in this, but he never refused it.He displayed overwhelming power in front of the dragons, but he was not a king who neglected his duties. He handled political affairs and made decisions without the help of the elders. Even though his memory had been destroyed, he could hardly see the naive and stubborn little dragon There are still traces of existence that cannot be changed on him.

Not a bad thing for himself or the other dragons.

"So it's logical for us to forget Thrall?" The blue dragon Fernand looked at the opposite red dragon mockingly.

"No dragon will forget him," Silves said.

Fernand sneered, and looked towards the square outside the hall. The weather was clear, the sun was shining, dragons gathered, and the phosphorescent colors shone and flickered. It was a grand occasion.This kind of scene is not only not inferior to the past, but even better than before. Even the daring king of the high-level human race sent a group of envoys, and Silves has turned away. Fernand, the king, is vacant. The elders who came up in time stayed where they were, with no joy in their hearts.

What has been lost will never be returned, he also understands.

At this time, in the sky that was still some distance away from where the Dragon Clan was, the scarred Silver Dragon landed unsteadily and rested on a mountain wall.His severely damaged body could no longer support such a long journey. If a dragon could see his appearance at this time, it would be hard to imagine that he was the magnificent Dragon King.Although his elegance is still there, the virility and strength under the beautiful description has been weakened, and it is already a miracle to be alive. He has fulfilled his wish, and it is impossible to ask for more.

The silver-haired Dragon Lord who walked out slowly from the Dragon Palace stopped, and looked at the sky with his usual indifferent face. The next moment, the frenzy swept through, and all the dragons beside him were blown away. , The Black Dragon Lord, who has maintained his human form since his return, returned to his original form without any warning, and went straight into the blue sky.