"Actor, pyrophore, pyrophore, damn it, the lord's deadline is coming soon, you slut..."

Wu Chen stood at the treetops, picked a fiery red fruit with his fist, carefully put it into the basket on his back, and then shouted in the direction where the sound came: "Come on, Uncle Jon, the last one!"

It took him fifteen minutes to slowly climb down from the treetops a hundred meters high. When he was fifteen meters high from the ground, he let go of his hands and fell backwards. In the air, a scream sounded. He laughed happily, grabbed a thick branch with his right arm, and his body rotated 360 degrees like a gyro, and then let go of his hand...

"When is it that time for you guys? You still have the heart to show off, hurry up, the last car..."

On the path of the fruit forest, four or five convertible carriages lined up and down, and more than a dozen servants were busy bunting up and down, and the bamboo baskets were made into hills. Each bamboo basket was full of fiery red colors. From a distance, it was bright red and the color was extremely rich. The sweetness naturally emitted was also filled with subtle heat. The more you walked in, the warmth felt.

Women and boys dressed in the same manner from all directions were wearing straw hats, cloth curtains on their faces, and clothes were tied tightly. The clothes were loose. The legs were tied like lanterns. Everyone was soaked in sweat with large wet marks.

The last boy Wu Chen transformed into came to the carriage, took off his back basket and handed it to an old man named Jon, smiling and showing his bright white teeth, "Uncle, I'll go too today, I haven't entered the Lord's castle yet..."

Jon waved his hand unhappily, turned around and got on the carriage, ordered the driver to set off, and then turned around and scolded: "Go home and take out all the air-dried prey once. You must know that those iron people are very picky. Don't happen to the last time, otherwise I will never save you..."

The carriage left, leaving only a group of villagers sitting on the grass resting and sweating. The fruit forest that could not be seen at first sight was no longer so hot. The color of the sea of ​​fire had completely retreated. The usually suppressed green was released. A gust of wind blew, and the green waves rolled. It was in this roll that Wu Chen left the boy's body, turned into a style, caught up with the fleet that was moving faster and faster, found the last picking of the dragon fruit, and attached it.

After a day and night trip, the carriage Wu Chen was riding was parked in the square in front of a castle. The tax officials of the kingdom were commanding the brigade of soldiers to transport goods to the huge camel beast. Wu Chen is now also a kind of cargo.

From night to day, the mountain-like transportation was completed. Wu Chen was carefully stacked on the back of a camel beast. It was not as bumpy and crowded as before, and was covered with a layer of foam coat produced by the earth.

The three camel beasts were produced by the viscount's neck and set off again at noon. The next step was a long trek. During the way, teams of camel beasts from all directions gathered. In a week, a team of two kilometers had already taken shape by a wide rushing river.

Ores, furs, trees, specialties that cannot be named from all over the world... There are a wide range of varieties of goods, and the dragon fruits that Wu Chen transformed into are just one of the more precious ones. In addition, there are a large number of slaves locked together. They are another popular kind of goods. There are few elderly people among them and many women. Among them, the more precious ones, like Wu Chen, are lying in a cage on the back of a camel beast, receiving careful and careful "care".

After crossing the mountains, walking through hills, passing through forests, passing through swamps and grass... After a month of travel, all the color of the dragon fruits settled down, not so bright red, but very deep and heavy dark red. At the same time, the heat they accumulated together was even more compelling. The driver had changed from ordinary people to professionals, and the three camel beasts carrying them also left the large army and walked alone at the end of the team.

Finally, the end of the journey has arrived. A caravan of more than ten kilometers has completely filled a newly built border city. Here, Wu Chen saw helicopters, cars, street lights driven by electricity, and various large-scale construction machinery roaring on the roadside construction... What controls them is not the "iron man" mentioned by the indigenous people of Nia, but themselves.

The frequency of the professionals I met was also greatly increased. The caravan passed by the bustling city center, with shops clearly divided by the earth. The number of tall buildings began to increase. The air was filled with electronic melodies unique to the 21st century. Countless large, open-air movie screens were located in a huge square, crowded with people, and the special effects and sounds of various movies were mixed together... There was no place to relax or enjoy, but it made people feel stuffy and uncomfortable.

However, the people here are very excited, like a carnival that never ends. In such noise pollution, countless merchants are spitting, dancing, bargaining, bragging, or using strong body language all over their bodies to introduce themselves to others, emphasizing their recent novel experiences.

Smoke and dust filled the 21st century plastic garbage flying in the wind. With a loud whistle, from a distance, the towering chimney on the edge of the city began to emit thick black smoke again. Many people stopped and raised their necks to look at it with envy and admiration. Electricity continued to emerge from where it supported this deformed and ugly city and staggered forward.

There is no doubt that in the new lands of the countries on earth, none of them can solve the problem of localized power survival. This so-called thermal power plant is a luxury and frequent toy, but no one here cares about this. They use their precious minerals, precious metals, precious magical animals and plants to collect... everything in exchange for such garbage.

This is the plane business that makes the entire earth society crazy and pursues. This is the huge ugly and sinister benefit. Both parties in the transaction feel that they have made money and are extremely satisfied.

Now Wu Chen has become a part of the transaction, passing through a huge space gate, jumping over a dozen nodes in succession, and coming to the plane trading center tens of thousands of kilometers away.

If that city was a lake, it was a vast ocean, and if the caravan where Wu Chen was located was a stream, then it would have gathered in a turbulent river.

This big river cannot stop, and before you even have time to look at the scenery on the river bank, you pass through the space door again and come to the exclusive commercial area of ​​the Iron Man Gate!

Here, Wu Chen was carefully unloaded, and at the endless acquisition site, countless iron men and women, equipment and machinery were estimating the value, sorting and summarizing, counting, and handling...
Chapter completed!