Chapter 206 Space Barrel, Disaster Cultivation Plan
The undead have disappeared for more than ten days.

It's December.

The air gradually warmed up, but the ground was still barren and plants tried to grow but were unable to germinate.

Many of Star Dragon City's "services" also came to a standstill due to the disappearance of the undead.

The warehouses were gradually filled with various products scheduled to be produced in the rear industrial town.

The product was unsalable but lost buyers.

The prosperity of the previous few months seemed like a busy illusion.

Linde also came to the industrial town again after half a month. He can now be sure that the undead will not come back in a short time, but he is not sure how long the "daily update" will last. Maybe it will be 1 month, maybe 1 year, maybe more than ten years, or even hundreds of years?

What he needs to do now is to solve the problem of survival.

"What do you want to say, old Cherry?" Lind looked at the old Cherry, who was already starting to become bald. His age had exceeded the average life expectancy, and it was unknown how long the old man could live.

"Our food is consumed very quickly. Those idiots keep eating like pigs." Old Cherry straightened his attitude.

No one dared to disrespect the lord in front of them, especially when looking at the huge monster parked in the small square of Prey Town.

Flying dragon!

The soldiers' eyes were fanatical, while ordinary people's legs felt weak.

"We should restrict them. Now they don't have so much work to do, so they can eat less." Old Cherry counted on his fingers, and his loose mouth splashed a lot of saliva when he spoke: "One meal a day, no no no, one meal every two days, just let them barely survive, you are always too kind."

"I'm here to solve this problem." Lind didn't mind having a Grandet-like character under him. Sometimes a mean and greedy image is more reassuring than doing everything for others.

"But" Old Cherry opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say the words after "but".

The lord in front of him was no longer the poor little guy who was willing to be slaughtered by him just to see the pharmacist.

"I need to see Bard first. We can talk about you later... Oh, by the way." Lind was about to turn around and leave when he remembered something and said, "We can ask the residents to reduce the production of small parts, but there is no need to reduce the work. We can shift the focus to the production of armor and weapons."

It is impossible for everyone to be a soldier, but he can train a group of strong soldiers.

When he saw the figure with four arms again, Lind could no longer suppress the smile on his face, and when Bud took out the heavy bucket, he smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth.

"Bud!"

"Sir!" Bud was studying something with two hands and scratching his head with the other two. Four arms seemed quite convenient.

"I received your good news and flew here immediately."

"Fly?" Bud's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, I heard from Lance that you, you have a flying dragon!"

"Fire Tumor Alex" Lind said: "But I'm sorry, its skin and bones must be intact on its body while it is still alive. Even if it dies, I might treat it like a burial for my teammates."

"Of course, of course I know, but can you let me see it? It's a flying dragon. I have many mechanisms. Oh, and I can also install some new mechanisms for it."

"No problem, as long as you are not afraid of the heat, you can get as close to it as you want," Lind nodded.

His eyes were fixed on the bulky barrel. It had the shape of a wine barrel, but it appeared to be made of steel. He could feel its weight just by looking at it.

"This is the bucket you made, right?"

"Yes, I call it 'logistics', just like the logistics troops that are absolutely indispensable to the operation of the army." A smile appeared on Bud's face: "I put a lot of things in it, including traps, weapons, and food. It has a capacity of a carriage."

“Show me!”

The internal space of the iron barrel is completely different from what the naked eye sees. It can hold a lot of things. Bud first put bags of food in it, the capacity of which obviously exceeded the volume of the iron barrel itself, and then stuffed some weapons, armor, etc. into it.

Lind went to the iron bucket and grabbed it with his hand. It was very heavy.

The weight is roughly equivalent to the sum of all the things mentioned above. Not only that, when the weight of a carriage is concentrated in an iron barrel, it is like an iron stake nailed to the ground. It is impossible for ordinary people to move it.

"Can it be modified?" Lind asked, "For example, make it into a quiver. I think our soldiers will definitely like it."

Bard shook his head: "Sir, carrying hundreds of arrows is not conducive to movement."

"Then hang it on the horse's back. The Calamity Warhorse can ignore these."

Lind thought about it and said, "Does it have to be in the shape of a bucket?"

"Strongness is important, my lord, if you have something stronger than steel, it's like dragon skin."

"I want dragon skin too!" He was just a lord, not a genie.

"Hehe" Bud scratched his head and didn't dare to respond. He also knew that his request was a bit unreasonable.

"But if it's a stronger skin, like some calamity beasts, or some creatures that are naturally strong in certain parts..."

Linde restrained himself from letting his thoughts wander too far.

"Let's make a batch of this first," Lind said, "and make sure every defensive arrow tower has one."

In the face of wars and conflicts that may occur at any time, Lind prefers to be fully prepared.

After talking about the space props, let’s move on to what Lind cares more about.

Lind took out a stack of blueprints.

Soilless cultivation!

This land is cursed by a disaster. Plants buried underground cannot grow, and the mutated plants that can grow in the disaster shadow area are only suitable for mutants to eat.

Not only the old aristocrats have been abandoned by the times, but ordinary people who still retain their human bodies have also been abandoned by the times. It’s just that they have not yet realized it. It will probably take a few years or even decades before normal humans disappear and become extinct in this world.

If someone chooses to transform their race like Sharupa and others, they can also directly become a race that can adapt to the new world.

It is impossible for Lind to abandon his identity, but from an aesthetic point of view, he cannot accept the fact that his whole body is green.

Food grown independently of the land obviously suits his needs.

At first, the undead also tried to carry out soilless cultivation, but the technology could not meet the requirements in a short period of time. Later, the undead were too busy fighting monsters and upgrading to have the energy. After Linde launched various "activities" unique to Star Dragon City, even casual players had to earn points for new clothes.

Not too busy at all.

"It won't take too long," Bud patted his chest, clanging. The circulatory system is not difficult to make. The nutrient solution has been successfully produced under the joint research and development of many pharmacists.

A planting area was built not far from the town of Prey.

Among the first batch of plants planted for trial was the water celery with the fastest growth rate. Within a few days, tentacles of the water celery could be seen extending from the nutrient solution, and the growth was very gratifying.

It won’t be long before Lind can eat “old-time” vegetables again.

Large planting areas sprang up.

The nutrient solution is very effective, and magic must have played a huge role in it.

A group of people were arranged to leave the industrial town, enter the soilless cultivation area, and live in the surrounding dormitories.

“It will take about two months for the first harvest to arrive.”

Linde has been west of the Red Dragon Mountain foothills for some time.

The foothills of Honglong Mountain are a natural barrier that can isolate possible dangers from all directions and save more energy for defense.

30 days after the undead disappeared.

Star Dragon City.

At night, soldiers patrolled the city with torches.

The pitch-black night completely enveloped Star Dragon City tonight. Dark clouds had covered the sky again, and another spring rain was about to come uninvited.

Before the torches went out, the patrolling knights switched to oil lamps with a weaker lighting range, quickened their pace, and put on raincoats before the rain fell.

The spring thunder pierced the sky and poked a big hole in the rain clouds.

The sound was blocked by the sound of thunder and rain.

"Something happened over there!" The sky suddenly burst into red light.

Duomei's messy magical knowledge can always play a role, such as being able to issue warnings at the first time.

The signal attracted the patrolling knights, and the rainy night became restless.

"It looks like a bloody lamb's cage!" The big knight who spoke raised his hand to wipe his face, and flicked his hand to sprinkle the rain away.

The lightning in the sky came just in time, the blue-green light illuminated the front, and the iron cage broke open!
Blood Lamb, the immortal "suicide medicine".

In order to ensure that the blood lambs have an adequate supply of "crazy blood", Lind and the undead will intentionally or unintentionally feed the blood lambs with fragments of the Heart of Disaster, which also causes the blood lambs, which were originally only the size of small babies, to grow beyond common sense.

The sound of raindrops hitting the armor and the ground seemed to be mixed with the sound of something breathing.

The big knight on the far left reacted quickly, bending his arms to block his chest. His vision was instantly covered by a burly figure, and then a huge force surged, and the big knight's body was knocked away uncontrollably.

A wall collapsed and the rubble half buried him.

The imprisoned "little beast" launched a sneak attack and injured its companion, which made the arriving knights furious. They looked at the figure who had completely broken free from the chains.

Its body became very strong, its skin turned blood red, and it emitted a fishy smell that could not be washed away even by rain.

Before anyone knew it, this blood lamb had been promoted to the "Grand Knight Level".

But its counterattack was destined to fail to cause any trouble. A sneak attack on a rainy night was the limit of what it could do, and then it would have to face the wrath of the great knights.

When Lind learned that a bloody lamb had broken free from its restraints and successfully launched a sneak attack, seriously injuring a great knight, he looked a little surprised.

The bloody lamb with its limbs cut off was returned to its cage, and the chains were reinforced circle by circle.

When Lind approached, the big knight beside him stood up nervously to protect him.

"I guess I'm the one who needs the least protection here, right?" Lind smiled at the big knight and said, "Don't be too nervous. What happened today was indeed an accident. Just be more careful in the future. How is that brother?"

"He has already drunk the healing potion and will be fully recovered by tomorrow morning."

"Let him rest for a while. I hope that he can exert his full strength the next time he holds the sword, instead of fighting with his injuries."

Lind looked at the bloody lamb. He had had a similar idea before. By constantly feeding it with the fragments of the Heart of Disaster, perhaps he could cultivate a real disaster.

Now, it seems to have succeeded.

But there must be some opportunity. This is definitely not something that can be achieved by just “feeding” or “filling” someone up.

"When will Domei come? And Miko, Morena, Brittany, and all the wizards in Star Dragon City, bring them all!"

"Yes!"

On a rainy night, all wizards were summoned by the lord, and when they learned that Star Dragon City had actually "raised" a real disaster on its own, their expressions became very interesting.

Disasters appear after the end of the world, and their appearance has changed from being incomprehensible to being taken for granted.

When a disaster suddenly strikes a certain area, it is just like a thirsty person drinking water. There is no need to ask why; it is like the instinct of the land.

"Sir," Duo Mei approached the bound bloody lamb with interest: "I may know how it was born."

Linde looked at him, and the others turned their eyes to look at Domei.

"Maybe it can hear a certain voice just like us. No, no," Domei rejected himself, and then said, "The power we take from the potion comes from the disaster, and the stolen power comes from the lost power of the magic ring. Listening to the voice of the gods is just to determine our own path, rather than going crazy and becoming a disaster."

"They have always been able to hear a certain sound." Duo Mei let out a long breath. He was very happy to speak alone. "But it has never been able to understand it. Their brains are unable to understand those things. But tonight, its power has accumulated enough, and it has understood it. It may even be related to the thunder and lightning tonight."

"There are many thunderstorms at this time of year," Lind said. "You can try slowly. I hope we can master the technology to cultivate disasters."

Only by cultivating disasters and mass-producing the Heart of Disaster can we mass-produce great knights and wizards.

"Can you give it to me?"

"Of course, I look forward to your good news."

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