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Chapter 1681 Porcelain

Other leaders need to send knights to various villages to force recruitment, but they have a random recruitment order of more than a thousand people. No wonder all countries with strong combat power in history closely linked their land with military achievements. This is indeed the best way to allocate war resources.

The achievements of the warrior are military achievements, and the interests of the warrior are land.

"It's over, the young master's imagination is getting worse and worse!"

The old butler looked at his crazy young master pessimistically sticking his fat butt, squatting on the river dam of the castle moat, constantly groping in the dirty mud on the ground with both hands. Occasionally, he crushed the soil in his hands into particles, placed it on his nose and sniffed it hard. He smiled with satisfaction on his face, as if he was holding not the fishy soil, but a fragrant roast goose.

In the past few days, my young master seemed to have fallen in love with the embankment of this moat. Every time he went to the garrison camp to train new recruits, he would go back and forth on this embankment, occasionally wandering in the dirty and wet mud, squatting down to take a look, and touching it, it was exactly the same as the incidence of previous imaginary symptoms.

Zhao Hu used his right hand to squeeze the soil in his hand into a ball, and then flattened and dried the damp soil in his hand with internal force. A soft and sticky touch and the gray surface of the soil came from his fingers, which made Zhao Hu feel ecstatic.

In the past few days, Zhao Hu kept measuring back and forth on the bank of this long river. As the water level was seen along the river, although the surface of the river embankment was covered with ink black silt.

Following Zhao Hu's survey, he found that there was actually rare white soil under this river beach. In his previous life, this soil was also called "porcelain clay" and was the material for firing ceramics.

The old butler saw that his young master broke a piece of dead tree branches from the dead trees by the river, drew a large circle several meters wide on the moist mound of soil, and then erected the dead branches in his hand in the middle, turned around and smiled at the dull old butler behind him, "Come a few guards, dig down from here according to the position I drew, and move all the soil below to the workshop house by the river to me. I have a big purpose."

Three days later, Zhao Hu successfully fired porcelain.

"This is a magical weapon! This must be a magical weapon that the gods rewarded to the Falcon family!"

Looking at the porcelain, the old butler shouted with a rosy face, his feet trembled and he knelt down, and his whole body bent down to the ground. The scared guards also quickly knelt down, and the look of looking at his young master was a little more awe.

Seeing the overreaction of the old housekeeper and the guards, they all lay on the ground and looked at him with excitement. Zhao Hu looked awkwardly and looked at the twelve pieces of white porcelain as gentle as snow that had just been cleared from the pile of soil and ash, which were carefully placed on a brown round table in the center of the castle hall.

"Stan, the time limit required by His Majesty the Emperor is almost here. I will lead the army to the west to meet with the emperor's main force in a few days. How are the soldiers training?"

Zhao Hu looked at Starn's awe-inspiring look at the porcelain on the table, and coughed with a dull look on his face, interrupting Starn's dementia state. He couldn't help feeling aggrieved. "If I had known that porcelain was so ostentatious, I wouldn't have burned any porcelain!"

"It can be relatively simple to form a shield wall, but sir, do you really want to lead all the soldiers? Although it was 1,300 people, it was only 1,300 farmers. If they really went to the battlefield, they would not have much effect!" Starn found that his embarrassment was seen by the Lord, and replied embarrassedly.

"You send someone to the mountains to inform Mengda, pack the magic blood I ordered in wooden barrels and bring them all over. I'm very useful! This time I want to give everyone a surprise!"

Zhao Hu patted the shoulder of the adjutant who was afraid of his embarrassment. Last time he went to Lord Liu Ming's place, because the hunters had recruited their own army, so they could not draw out many people to collect demon blood. The explosive flames he had expected to fight could not be realized.

This time I deliberately put all the hunters back, hoping that they could collect more raw tar for themselves. With the more than half a month of vacation, I believe that Monda should have done the matter.

"Demon Blood!" Starn frowned in surprise. What did the adults want that evil thing?

Starn once heard of the magic blood. It is said that it is the venom collected from the depths of the mountain to apply to its arrowheads in order to facilitate hunting prey. As long as it is shot by such poisonous arrows, the wounds on the body will heal and will continue to weaken due to the continuous high fever in the body, until death.

"Yes, I ordered one hundred barrels of demon blood and three hundred demon blood explosion flame arrowheads from the hunters. I believe Mengda will be transported soon. Remember! These things must not be touching the fire source, otherwise we will be the one who is unlucky!"

Seeing the silence of his adjutant, Zhao Hu stretched out his right hand and rubbed his slightly swollen temple.

The Falcon Castle surrounded by mist in the early morning, the huge noisy and noisy shouts outside the castle made Zhao Hu, who was sleeping heavily in the bedroom. The huge crowds outside made Zhao Hu shocked, "Can't someone come to attack the castle?"

On the gray castle walls of Falcon Castle, which had never been defended, there were few figures of guards walking back and forth in red three-legged bird armored clothes with family emblems. The quieter gate of Falcon Castle had turned into a bustling ocean at this time.

"What's going on?" Zhao Hu looked at the large crowd outside the castle and asked the old housekeeper next to him.

"Young master, they all want to come and watch the artifact!" the old butler responded.

"Isn't it just a few porcelain bottles? It's such a big deal! Open the castle gate and let them in!"

After hearing the old butler's statement, Zhao Hu thrust his eyebrows slightly upwards.

"Let someone protect the twelve magical tools, that thing is very crisp." Zhao Hu thought of the crowd of people crowding at the twelve porcelain placed on the round table, and couldn't help but whisper to the old butler next to him with a little concern.

At this time, Zhao Hu suddenly felt a sharp gaze and shot from the crowded crowd at the city gate, like a dagger that was unsheathed, making the back feel cold.

Although Zhao Hu had turned around at this time, his keen sense of energy still explored the master of his eyes from the crowded crowd below. The master of his keen eyes was a thin farmer wearing a ragged cloth clothes. He was not tall but extremely strong. He held a small stone in his fingers. He looked like a knife and was a bit smart.

This unusual farmer followed the crowded crowd slowly through the castle gate. As he walked into the gate of the castle hall, he saw twelve porcelains placed on the round table, holding the stone fingers became more and more forceful, and his face was nervous and pale.

The just rising sun emits a slightly hot sunlight, illuminating the wooden windows on the door of the castle hall at a 45-degree angle, illuminating the smooth surface of the porcelain, forming a bright and hazy sacred halo around the porcelain, making it impossible for all those who come to "pilgrimage" in the hall to open their eyes.

The hall of the castle was kneeling and worshiping the people all over the ground, and even the entire hall could not hold all the people. About one-third of the people had already knelt on the steps outside the hall. Seeing the sacred aura emitted by the porcelain in the hall, they couldn't help but kneel down devoutly with the kneeling people in front of them, leaning their heads deep down, and putting their hands and palms upwards on the ground.

Zhao Hu saw the farmer in the hall quietly raised his gaze and glanced at the situation in the hall. He saw that everyone was kneeling down devoutly, cleverly holding the stone in his hand tightly, and the look ejaculated in his eyes was decisive.

"Hu" a gray shadow flew rapidly from the farmers' quietly waving hands towards the porcelain on the round table.

"Touching" beyond the farmer's expectations, the thrown stone turned to the right in front of him, rolling in the upper right corner of the hall.

A continuous and low vibration sound of "Yeah, yeah" echoed in the hall where the "Twelve Artifacts" were placed, just like the sound of a bell being beaten.

The farmer with a strange face was also frightened by the sudden strange phenomenon and quickly lowered his frightened eyes. Large beads of sweat rolled down with his nervous cheeks, his face pale like a piece of white paper.

"It seems that this is someone who is here to make trouble." Zhao Hu used his fingers to secretly wipe away the sweat from his palm. He used his sense of energy to force the stone from the air to the corner.

Fortunately, the farmer was guilty and had a relatively small force and was not big. However, he felt that his body was a little exhausted due to forced operation.

"Take him to the side room of the castle, I have something to ask him." Zhao Hu pointed at the abnormal farmer with a little hand, and a secret force was placed on the farmer's waist.

The "assin" who was already in panic suddenly trembled and fell to the ground and stopped moving. However, because everyone was kneeling to the porcelain, no one noticed the strangeness of this farmer who was lying on the ground and not moving.

It was not until several guards came over and helped the "assassin" who had already passed away that the people next to them reacted and made way for the guards. Everyone thought that this was another excited devout resident who had been unconscious.

"Who are you? Who is your master? Why are you here?" In the black cell, the burning rosin of torches hanging on the walls crackled, and the heavy rotten wave emitted by the thatch rushing to the ground in the cell made Zhao Hu frown.
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