After organizing all the lava dwarves into a team, Chen Wei began to solve the problem of the lava dwarves marching.

Before, when Stanford took the walking dead forward, there were constant problems.

It would be fine if it was only twenty or thirty miles away. The zombies would be able to reach it after walking for a day or two. At most, the time would be slower and they might miss a major battle.

But that's not the case with the lava dwarves. They can't keep moving in one direction like the walking zombies.

They need to eat. Without food, their physical strength will decrease and they will even be unable to enter combat mode.

The most speechless thing is that the lava dwarves have quite high food requirements.

Although centaurs eat a lot, fruits and oats are enough. If they don't have anything to eat, they can survive for a while by eating leaves.

But the dwarves can't do that. They want to eat bread, eat barbecue, and most importantly, they want to drink ale.

Without bread and barbecue, they would have no physical strength at best; without ale, they would have no morale.

Every ten lava dwarves consume one barrel of ale every day. This is still the most basic consumption, and they have not yet let it go.

If they really wanted to eat freely, these dwarves would consume countless drinks every day.

The most important thing is that Chen Wei does not have enough food, grass and wine on hand.

As for Yongye City, which is under construction, there is no preparation in this regard.

The undead don't need to eat.

Even if they have it, it's not suitable for ordinary people to eat.

Chen Wei pressed his eyebrows. This kind of powerful force is good, but it consumes a lot of money. How will he travel later?

I hope that along the way, we can find ways to cope with logistics.

Chen Wei was thinking as he entered the dwarf village. He planned to ask about the situation of the dwarves here.

The dwarves did not show any dissatisfaction with Chen Wei's entry.

As long as the undead don't come in, they don't have any objections.

After entering the dwarf village, Chen Wei found that it already looked like a half-finished small village.

In addition to the dwarves' respective residences and the bronze bells on the hillside used to notify the dwarves, there is also a large square where the dwarves gather.

An old dwarf stood not far away and looked at the companions following Chen Wei.

The dwarves who were still in the village didn't pay too much attention to the fact that the dwarves suddenly turned into lava dwarves.

In their eyes, the traditions of the dwarves have changed countless times.

Every time the nearby elven clan changes direction, they will also change direction.

Existences like lava dwarves have yet to challenge the limits of their thinking.

After walking around the dwarf cottage, Chen Wei asked some dwarves.

"What do you usually eat?"

"Pumpkins and oats are grown on the hillside, and moss and mushrooms are produced in the mines below the hillside."

"Is there a mine under the mountain?"

Chen Wei was surprised.

"There is a mine that is not too big, and some of the iron ore can be mined. We are considered a small village. We only have this mine, and we do not have our own furnace or gold mine. The hall at the foot of the mountain has not been built yet.

It’s not even close.”

The dwarf who was talking to Chen Wei sighed there.

"The hall at the foot of the mountain?" Chen Wei asked curiously.

Only then did the dwarf realize that he seemed to have missed something, so he could only look back helplessly.

At this time, Chen Wei also happened to see the elderly dwarf.

Chen Wei walked up to the dwarf and asked politely: "Old man, are you a hero?"

The old dwarf shook his head, "No."

"Is that the player's transformation after death?" Chen Wei asked again. He always felt that this old dwarf was a little different.

"No, I've just lived longer and know more." The old dwarf said calmly, "You want to ask about supplies, right? The dwarves' tradition is that if you pay the blood tax, you won't pay it.

Other taxes.

Not even the elves can force us."

"No, I just want to ask about the Hall at the foot of the mountain."

"I don't know." The old dwarf dismissed Chen Wei's topic with just one sentence.

Chen Wei sounded a little helpless. He wanted to find someone to ask, but he didn't know who to ask.

But fortunately, Zhui Feng seemed to say that there is a dwarf village nearby. If you can't ask about the situation here, then go to other places to ask.

Although he was reluctant to talk about the Hall under the Mountain, the old dwarf did not refuse in other aspects.

Chen Wei learned that in addition to recruiting dwarf troops, dwarf villages can also be used as resource points.

It can provide ten units of iron ore or fifty gold coins every week.

Of course, if you choose iron ore or gold coins, you will no longer be able to recruit any dwarf soldiers from the dwarf village this week.

This is exactly what the old dwarf said before, the dwarf tradition of not paying other taxes after paying the blood tax.

Now that the dwarf village is occupied by Chen Wei, the weekly tax from the dwarf village will be paid to Chen Wei.

Until someone took down the dwarf cottage and took it away.

Chen Wei asked a question at this time: "If I want to buy some food and drinks, are they sold here?"

"Only stone cakes are sold." To this question, the old dwarf did not refuse and gave an answer.

Stone cake?

Looking at what the old dwarf took out, Chen Wei felt that even if he called it a stone, some people would believe it.

The cake the old dwarf took out was like a gray stone the size of a fist, hard enough to hit someone with.

When the stone cake was taken out, all the lava dwarves had a look on their faces that they didn't want to think about.

The old dwarf was quite nostalgic, "This is our dwarves' marching food. Each piece can keep a dwarf full for a day. It is best used when marching in a hurry. When you have arrived at the place, you can drink some wine and eat some physical strength."

Morale has gone up.

We can’t sell you other things. We can have as many stone cakes as you want.”

Chen Wei was speechless. Isn't there anything normal in this world?

At this moment, the [Hero] interface suddenly flashed.

It turned out that Zhui Feng rushed to the cemetery with the dwarf's body.

"Boss, there seems to be a flag set up here at the cemetery, and someone has occupied this place."

Chen Wei was stunned for a moment, then opened the [Transaction] interface and saw that there was an additional affiliation behind [Wild Camp-Cemetery].

[The cemetery, which belongs to Yongye Town, the town of the undead, produces 1 zombie unit per week.]

"It's okay, just throw the body in and I'll take care of the rest."

Chen Wei thought for a moment and knew that this was Wheeler. With the current relationship between them, this did not affect anything.

Zhui Feng didn't ask any questions, and under Chen Wei's command, he threw the corpse of the dwarf he brought over into the cemetery.

Then Chen Wei started to operate remotely through the [Transaction] interface.
Chapter completed!