The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 103: Longevity is not easy for races

Feng Yu had originally ambitiously planned to take care of the elf baby himself, but this idea was thrown out of his mind in less than half a day.

Feng Yu didn't want to recall the process and some unexpected situations. He felt that even if he faced the Cyclops with bare hands, he would not appear so helpless and frightened.

He wondered if it was because of this that his parents, whom he had never met, sent him to the orphanage. At this moment, he really understood them a little bit.

Since then, he changed the formula he made and listed babies before naughty children. He felt that babies were much scarier than naughty children. At least naughty children would not get poop all over their bodies.

Feng Yu didn't eat a single bite of breakfast. He sat on the bench with a frown on his face, listening to Nicole and the others eating. As he listened, he ran outside the yard and started retching.

Nicole ate her meal and muttered in confusion, "What happened to Darren?"

The elf mother who was hired by Feng Yu to take care of the child smiled and said, "It's okay to be scared by the elf."

Except for Nicole, all the elves present had experienced this, and they all laughed when they heard this. Nicole wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Anthony.

"Let's talk after dinner!"

After Nicole finished her meal, she ran outside to see Feng Yu and found that Feng Yu was sitting there thinking about life.

"What happened to you?"

It would have been fine if Nicole didn't ask. As soon as she asked, Feng Yu recalled those unbearable scenes from not long ago and started to dry heave again.

"Dear, don't worry, I will work hard to make money, and we will hire the best confinement nannies, at least three!"

Nicole blushed and said shyly, "What crazy things are you talking about so early in the morning?"

Feng Yu was not talking nonsense, but the most sincere words. He couldn't understand how a little guy who couldn't move himself could have mosaics all over his lower body. It was so scary! It was so scary!

When Feng Yu thought of the extremely long childhood of the elf baby, he shuddered. It is not easy to live a long life!
After breakfast, Nicole had to practice magic in the morning, so Nitia wandered around the camp.

Residential areas, steel kilns, ceramic kilns, those mysterious townhouses that are forbidden to visitors, mechanical processing areas, steam engine manufacturing areas, and even the glass manufacturing area that surprised her.

When she rode a borrowed horned deer to a small mound near the salt fields, the huge salt fields with neat grids and countless workers working inside made the elf magician, who could kill humans without batting an eyelid, stand there in shock.

The steam rising in the sun, the piles of salt, and the row of three large machines spraying water into the canals outside the salt fields near the edge of the wasteland all struck her eyes.

When she came here by boat yesterday, she saw that there was a large machine of that kind every few meters on the shore near the camp. There were several of them in total, but the water pipes of the steam engines were buried underground so as not to affect the farmers, herdsmen and patrol teams along the coast. She didn't understand what they were used for.

Now, looking at the water gushing out of the pipe, she finally understood.

Nitia drove the horned deer to the three parallel pumps, only to find that there was a large pool there. A steady stream of salty and fishy sea water was being sent to the wasteland by the large machines.

She was also careful and discovered that the large pool was connected to a canal. The canal had been buried under the soil, but it could still be seen from the traces of new soil that it extended towards the seaside.

She rode the antler deer around the salt pan, and because she kept stopping and starting, it took her more than an hour to get back to the starting point.

Afterwards, she followed the traces of the canal and ran to the seaside. The stone fort that could be seen from afar made her realize that she was in the right place.

After revealing her identity, she was allowed to climb up the bunker. There were two cannons used to attack the Cyclops camp, and several boxes of powerful throwing weapons that annihilated the Cyclops hunting team. Each person also had an elven rifle beside him.

Goddess of the Moon, what kind of force is this! So, the last attack on the Cyclops camp was only a small part of the camp's weapons?

Nitia had no doubt that the weapons here were the same ones used to attack the Cyclops, because the artillery here was obviously different from those with meniscus and wheels.

"Are you...guarding against some enemy here?"

"There aren't many enemies, just the fishmen active near the coast. This turret is to prevent the fishmen from polluting and destroying the water intake of the salt fields."

Nitia got down from the bunker in a daze. The building was called a watchtower by the guarding soldiers, and ran along the coast towards the river.

Not far from the river bank towards the camp, she saw the bunker again. It was much taller than the one on the beach, but this time there were only three or two sentries on it. She knew that this bunker might only be used to monitor the river, because the other side was the area of ​​human activity.

The situation she inquired about was indeed as she thought. The soldiers above were equipped with demon hunting rifles, which were long spears with a magical cylinder made of expensive transparent magic crystal that could see very far. They were just right for monitoring the movements on the river.

Starting from the vicinity of this bunker, there were herders and patrols, and Nitia slowed down. After returning to the camp, she did not stop, but went up the river to check the function of the large machines she saw on the riverside when she came.

The big machine by the river was the same as the one on the salt field. She saw the pipes buried in the soil and roughly guessed its function. She walked to the shore to confirm her guess.

The canals connecting the fields divided into large plots like the salt pan appeared in front of Nitia. The raised moist soil told her that these lands had just been sown not long ago.

On a mound where the canal passed, halflings were busy building a building. From the outline that had already risen from the ground, Nitia guessed that it was the same building as the house she lived in yesterday, but the separated courtyard was obviously much larger than the one she lived in.

Nitia continued forward until she reached the farthest steam pump and realized how far the field stretched.

Nitia didn't know how to describe the changes in the camp. She knew that even her father, the great magician, or the Elf King would be shocked by what they saw!
But the question is, why didn’t the great sage Anthony mention these?
Logically speaking, the Great Sage Anthony had no reason to hide it, because the elves and halflings who migrated back would definitely tell others about the situation here. After all, there were tens of thousands of elves and halflings who migrated, and it was impossible to hide any news.

(End of this chapter)