The Grand Plan: The Night Elves and Undead Ship of the East Coast
From the Land of the Forge to the Thousand Lakes Region, then to Oren City, and finally into the Northern Lands, a swift new line had appeared.
Only cavalry thundered down the road, while blood-colored eagles soared overhead. Wherever they passed, heat waves lingered for a long time.
"What do humans want all this lava for?"
The Dwarves did not understand. In the end, Ryan had not conducted the trade in his own name, since the war between the two sides had only just ended not long ago.
But for the Dwarves, being able to make a profit without putting up any capital was better than anything.
It was just that the humans' demands were growing higher and higher.
In the Mountain Forest, ice and snow covered everything. Human soldiers painstakingly cleared the accumulated snow, and their method was crude: they simply set fires.
There were no dead branches or rotting leaves here. As the edge of the Northern Lands, this part of the Griffin Mountains was full of moisture as well. Starting a wildfire was impossible.
But high temperatures could melt the snow, making that frozen river run clear.
On the frozen river, many craftsmen swung ice picks, chiseling great holes into the river surface one after another. They stuffed Magic Crystals inside, and the fire magic cast by the mages could keep the holes from freezing over again. The melted river water would not extinguish the flames within, either.
At the very least, the holes could remain intact for three to five days.
During that time, the lava rushed over from the South arrived as well. The Earth Fire Source from the Land of the Forge, condensed over who knew how many years, instantly shrouded