420 Magic and Plants
"These dwarves are really good workers. They are willing to work, and they are really good at doing their jobs. Deser handed the report to Deans on the side, and praised it: "The parts they produce have passed the inspection without any problems." ”
Taking the report from Desser's hand, Dean took a closer look at the summary of industrial production in Fort Ironforge last month, and was really shocked by some of the numbers on it.
Compared with some second-tier industrial cities, this city where dwarves are stationed is not inferior, and even slightly surpasses it in some aspects.
A Belivi, who had been completely destroyed, was given a new lease of life after becoming an Ironforge Keep.
"They overfulfilled their production and took the time to build a small repair plant where they could repair the aircraft?"
"Yes, these dwarves have researched it themselves, that aircraft maintenance factory, which can repair small aircraft such as P-51 fighters, and it seems to be very functional." Desel still knew about this matter, and told Dean with a smile the ins and outs of this matter.
It turned out that with the continuous deepening of assistance, there were also many P-51 converted civilian pesticide aircraft in the dwarf area responsible for cultivation - after these planes were damaged, they had to be returned to a far away place from Ironforge for repairs, which was very inconvenient.
So the dwarves built their own repair shop to facilitate the maintenance of these piston planes converted into civilian use.
Interestingly, the aircraft factory they created turned out to be a dismantling of an airplane and making it themselves.
This is definitely a rare learning experience for the dwarves - in addition to the aircraft engine, they almost completely understand the construction and principles of an airplane, which can be said to be very powerful.
"I heard that the Ironforge Fort is being ordered to form an army?" After listening to Desel's explanation, Deennes was obviously not interested in the dwarves' industrial technological progress, and asked about another matter that had been making a lot of noise recently.
While the dwarves are building their own homes, they also intend to contribute more to their new homeland.
As things progressed, spontaneous or organized, they began to sign up for the army, hoping to help Alan Hill expand his advantage on the battlefield.
These dwarves are born workers and are equally born warriors. Although they are limited in their magical attainments, they are powerful and very powerful warriors.
Under normal circumstances, a phalanx of dwarven warriors is more than enough to defeat the traditional human infantry that is dozens of times their size.
Unfortunately, the current Iran Hill is already a modern warfare model that relies on long-range firepower, and there is no need for these tough melee infantry.
However, the dwarves' high patriotic fervor also had to be taken seriously by the higher echelons of Ellan Hill, who feared that not allowing dwarven soldiers to join the army would affect the race's integration into human society.
After all, before, between mortals and magicians, it was not actually a matter of crossing races, everyone was human, but there was a slight difference in physique.
And now, Ellan Hill has truly become a great empire that spans races, including dwarves and humans, and perhaps elves, dragons, and even orcs later......
"There is no way, Your Majesty means, it is to let the dwarves recruit according to the human recruitment standards, and then train together according to the recruits......" Desel stretched and yawned.
Just as Deens was not interested in the economic side of things, Deser also found things managed by the housekeeping department boring.
In his opinion, this kind of thing is the kind of thing that has to be done, but does not do it any good. In business, this kind of thing often means not making money......
"The meaning of the Grand Duke of Ironforge Castle is that he does not want to be treated differently, he hopes that his race can be treated the same as human beings and enjoy the same treatment." Desel finished yawning, withdrew his stretched arm, and continued.
"But the problem is that the military has its own considerations, and Vagron has no objection to His Majesty's decision, but most of the grassroots generals in other departments still want to organize the dwarves themselves into a unit, train them separately, and ......command them separately," Dean said with some depression.
"They are convenient, but there are a lot of problems on the civil affairs side." He rubbed his sore temples and felt that the problem he was facing was really a headache.
"This kind of thing, it's most convenient to leave it to Your Majesty to deal with." Desel reminded Dean with a smile: "Sometimes, if you have three meetings with Waglon and Kastner to discuss, it is not as effective as a word from Your Majesty. ”
"I know it's convenient to do this, but Your Majesty hasn't been running out of time lately." Dean smiled bitterly, shook his head, and spoke.
His Majesty the Emperor of Iran Hill has recently been studying botany with the magicians sent by the Elves, and he seems unwilling to intervene in state affairs.
As an imperial emperor, it is obviously a little unprofessional, but Chris has been dealing with imperial affairs day and night before, and has indulged once in a while, and as an elite of courtiers, he is embarrassed to persuade anything.
While the two of them were talking about it, Chris was standing in a sealed laboratory, watching the elves use magic to give birth to a new breed of Elan Hill.
After a long chanting process, the crops in front of the elves were indeed growing well, and they basically reached the state of seven days in the experimental field in three days.
After experiments, the production of plants blessed by the elves will indeed be accelerated, and it will be more than twice as fast.
A beautiful elven girl chanted softly, her long silver-white hair shining softly against the background of the magic array. The girl's body is bumpy and convex, and it can indeed be called a beautiful scenery in nature.
If the elves could grow plants so efficiently in outer space, then the problem of oxygen or air, and even the problem of food, seemed to be easily solved.
"This plant will be very productive, and I can feel the difference when I cast spells on this plant." Looking at the fine leaves that had been stretched out in front of him, the elven girl magician who had released her magic spoke.
This girl is just an ordinary elven magician (guess it's Her Majesty's all go to the wall!). She withdrew her hands when she had finished casting her spell, and stood aside with her head bowed, silent.
The elven envoy Falai, who was standing beside Chris, further added: "I don't know what your majesty is in a hurry for us elves to produce this kind of food crop, but I always feel that this has a taste of overkill. ”
Chris smiled and waved his hand to explain, "This is actually a very important study...... It's much more important than what the other elves do. ”
He was referring to the troublesome work outside the city, such as reviving the great splendor of Seris, the capital of the Irranhill Empire.
The Elves have dispatched about 300 mages to help restore the original ecosystem in the Seris region of Elanhill.
In order to support the development of industrial civilization, the trees around Seris were cut down by the lumberjacks of Iran Hill.
The once lush territory of Seris is now bare with either farmland or factories, and the old logging areas on the hillsides that have only left stumps are accepting the simple decline in air quality.
With the help of these elves, the greening of Seris has recently become more and more satisfying.
The former heavily polluting companies have been forcibly relocated to other parts of Iran Hill. Together with the improved greenery, it will soon be restored to its earlier appearance.
Falai, who didn't know what was going on, was still a little unfamiliar with Chris's true intentions, he just nodded and said to Chris: "Being able to exchange our efforts for some resources to live and work in peace and contentment is actually very fulfilling. ”
After confirming that Iran Hill would not provide free aid to the elves, the elves could only accept the reality and began to seek a way to eliminate the estrangement between them and humans in exchange for human materials.
At present, this kind of cooperation is just the beginning, and various subsequent cooperation parties are also under discussion, and Chris's idea of using these senior farmers can be said to have been basically realized.
"I couldn't agree more than you can think so." Chris praised: "Hopefully our cooperation will continue for a long time. ”
"Your Majesty, the Queen has asked me to pay attention to the state of the war against demons, and I am personally very curious about it." Falai looked at the plants that had become more and more verdant with the blessing of the elven magic, and asked about the battle on the front line.
Chris didn't hide it either, and confidently replied: "In all directions, we have achieved the advantage. And, I think, soon the advantage will turn into a victory. ”
In fact, there is no need for Chris to be unconfident - if it weren't for the arrival of the elves and dwarves, he would have been ready to dispatch Sky One to teach the puppet empire to be a man on the frontal battlefield.
Because of the war secrets, Chris did not tell the elven envoy exactly where the main direction of attack was for Iran Hill. He just took out the victories that Iran Hill had won on various fronts before, to briefly illustrate Iran Hill's state of victory.
"And, in a few days, I'm going to the front line and personally settle the puppet empire...... Mr. Falai, come with me if you wish. With that, Chris went back to the various plants that were in the containers.
Perhaps, for Chris, these magical plants in front of him are more important than the war against the puppet empire.
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