When Ivan stepped onto the strange land in front of him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he recalled the life he had experienced in the space in the past few days. When he thought of this, he turned his head and looked at Erin, thinking that she could live in that environment for three years without leaving the mén - it was a miracle.

Logically speaking, Erin should have seemed more excited than herself at this moment, but Ivan only saw the deep well silence from her face. At this time, Ivan remembered the three lies that the two of them had been training themselves before, and he gently recited them in his heart.

According to Irene, this place was a resistance area of ​​the Free Will Alliance more than a hundred years ago. In order to defend this plane, the death of mages exceeded three digits and died in various sneak attacks. There were countless invading "civilians" assassinated. In Ivan's impression, if a country has experienced such a catastrophe and has just been occupied, the order will definitely be relatively tense, but judging from the situation Ivan has witnessed with his own eyes, it seems that it is not like that.

The place where Ivan and the others chose to appear was in a city with an unmanned, quiet alley. No, it was actually not quiet. Ivan could hear that from the air not far away, a sound of uniform rhythm came. Ivan listened carefully—

"bite"

"bite"

"bite"

Ivan could hear that the sound came from countless directions, but the rhythm was surprisingly consistent, just like the pace deliberately maintained by soldiers on the battlefield. This sound contained an irresistible force.

Ivan and Irene walked out along the alley, and the rhythm they heard was getting clearer and clearer. As they were about to walk on the street, Ivan noticed a detail - both of them were walking at this rhythm.

This made him want to laugh, but Erin turned around at this time and glared at him seriously.

Ivan did not see any pedestrians on the street, nor could he smell the feces of livestock, nor did he hear the hawking of merchants. It seemed that this was the mage area where he usually lives. No, it was quieter than the mage area. Although the metal sound I just heard seemed louder, Ivan felt puzzled that the quietness brought him stronger. Ivan could even hear his heartbeat at this rhythm - he felt that his breathing could not help but follow this rhythm.

In front of me was a long street that could not be seen at first sight. Both sides of the road seemed to be full of blacksmith shops. When passing by the first "store", Ivan saw that the black forged felt was red and hot iron blocks that were being beaten and deformed. A middle-aged craftsman with sweat and upper body was working hard to transform the works in his hands with the power of his muscles. His mouth was violently bullying like a blower, which made the geometric patterns on it look extremely clear. After passing the blacksmith's body, Ivan saw a lot of finished products on the ground - those were iron swords that had just been formed and had not yet been cut. 4∴8065

The other party seemed to have no idea about Ivan's observation, and did not care about Ivan's passing and gaze. From his eyes, there seemed to be a hot iron block that was being beaten in his hand, but Ivan seemed to feel that he seemed to be watching nothing.

This contradictory feeling made Ivan want to turn his head and see it clearly, but his vision had already passed. A second blacksmith appeared in Ivan's vision, with his upper body, tattoo, the frequency of his arms waving, and his eyes.

The look reminded Ivan. The men and young men who had seen before, who were old and young men walking on the road with weapons, the same pace when they marched seemed to be very similar to what they saw in front of them.

Ivan lowered his head, recalling and thinking, while continuing to move forward along the rhythm of the blacksmiths' labor. He seemed to have understood something.

But in fact, I don't understand anything.

As the two were about to reach the end of the street, Ivan noticed an active gaze. He came from a blacksmith house that was exactly the same as what he had just seen. An old man with a little white hair. I wonder if it was an illusion for a moment. Ivan felt that the rhythm the old man had been keeping seemed to have deviated when he was looking at him.

Erin pulled Raivan's sleeve, but Ivan didn't notice it. Curiosity made him lose his vigilance about his surroundings.

Although the old man had wrinkles on his face, his body still looked strong, the muscles on his arms were full of strength, and the hammer on his hands swung faster and faster, as if he was not striking an iron, but was playing a music that was almost at the same time. Ivan noticed that on a chair beside him, there was a palm-sized leak, containing delicate white sand inside, and the last bit of white on the upper layer was slowly sliding down. At the same time, the iron block in his hand was gradually being lengthened, and Ivan saw the shape of a rough sword.

Just as the last white sand fell along the bottleneck, a neat "sniff" sound came from the air. The old man in front of him was putting the long iron bar in his hand into the water. The sound was like the moan of the iron bar, which also represented the end of the song just now. The silence that lasted for a long time was broken. People talked about it on the street. The blacksmiths who were still working just now spread out like a nest of ants. Some of them joked and scolded each other, some took out water cups and poured them over the sky, while others took out fans to drive away the heat on their bodies.

The old man in front of him flipped the hourglass beside him, then he waved to Ivan at the mouth of Mén, looked up and down the clothes of the two, and asked him through the consciousness network, "You don't have a job? Do you want to learn to be a blacksmith?"

Then he looked up and down at Ivan, then looked at Erin, and gave the answer, "No, no, you are too thin, and we don't need NV people here, NV people should weave cloth and give birth."

Ivan was afraid of lupus, so he didn't talk to him. He only heard Erin answer "No, we're just passing by."

...

After a morning of "inspection", Ivan already understood that the city he saw was an "industrial city" responsible for processing weapons. In the entire city, two-thirds of the people were engaged in industries related to metal smelting and forging. The way of working these people was the same as Ivan had seen with his own eyes, and was in a "semi-controlled" state.

According to Erin's introduction, here, the consciousness network is divided into several layers from top to bottom. What they just saw is the two bottoms, most of whom are working, and are called "powered players". The old man I just saw should be the manager of the lowest level of the consciousness network, which can be roughly understood as "centurion". The powered player does not need to know any skills. Just like his name, he only needs to be able to bear sufficient labor intensity. Here, the centurion is the core part of the work. If it is an army, they will generally master magic. If it is a production, he will generally master skills and arrange production and rest.

Ivan was a little surprised by Erin's introduction. When he first saw the blacksmiths, he thought they were just slaves controlled by the god of jing, but according to the current situation, these civilians seemed to be doing well...

"Is that true?" Erin said lightly, then hugged Ivan.

...

The two appeared at the top of a hill, and Ivan looked down along Erin's fingers and was stunned.

Not far from them, there is an extremely wide river. Ivan stood at the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, and could not even see the opposite bank of the river. If it weren't for the calmness of the river and the trees on the riverside, Ivan almost thought it was on the edge of the ocean.

Just next to this wide Yu belt, there were endless gallops and sailboats. These boats spanned all the visions Ivan could see. Most of the riverside docked quietly. In the center of the river, the oars were swinging rhythmically against the current. On the side of the parked gallops, there were wooden boards. Countless, countless people, like ants, wriggling between the river bank and the ship through these wooden boards, countless stones and wood were unloaded.

, piled up beside the river bank, further away from the river bank, these people were organized into densely packed, long or square square square blocks, which shuttled between the accumulated raw materials and the huge construction site in the distance. The place that was originally a plain had been dug out of an extremely large pit. From Ivan's perspective, this pit was like a huge funnel that was taken out next to the river.

At the closest place to Ivan and his foot, Ivan clearly saw that many people carrying stones fell down unconsciously as they walked, and then they never saw these people standing up again. Ivan noticed that there was always a person in front of these square formations, not participating in any work, but just closing his eyes aside, as if he was a special ant.

"What are they digging?" Ivan couldn't help asking.

"I don't know." Erin said frankly, "The emperor has a variety of ideas. He has done countless good things and countless absurdity. He once used magic to connect the earth and the ocean on a plane. He wanted to see if the ocean was used to destroy magma or magma boiled the sea. He had built the tallest tower in the world and dug the deepest deep well. This big dong - maybe it was used as a reservoir, maybe it was a tomb, maybe it was a mine, maybe it was nothing, but the emperor thought it was good to dig here... It was not important. What was important is that as long as he wanted, he could always mobilize countless people to do it, and as for how to do it, it was not what he needed to care about."

Ivan looked at the "construction site" below with complicated eyes. He looked at the black dots remaining on the ground after the square array moved, and he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"If he just wanted to build a few swords, or plant some food, he wouldn't mind the civilians becoming happy farmers and blacksmiths. Many planes ruled by him did look like pastoral songs," Erin seemed to be used to such scenes, speaking as cold as a piece of ice. "But if he wanted to see what heaven looked like one day, he wouldn't mind building a path to heaven with bones."

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