This is not a god puppet made of high-grade magic wood, this is a puppet made of metal.
Just judging from the magic reflection of this puppet, the puppet in front of me is much more advanced than those rags in the puppet empire.
Therefore, Farai of the elves and the generals around him did not speculate on the puppet empire, because they knew that the puppet empire could not have such a powerful god puppet.
"This! Is this a god puppet?" Farai asked presumptuously, looking at the beautiful female officer who was no less beautiful than the beauties of the elves.
Kape Luna smiled, shook her head and replied: "This is the super god puppet of our Ailan Hill Empire. We prefer to call this weapon T800. She is here to protect me and is responsible for my safety.
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"Although it cannot guarantee your safety, it is indeed very convenient to have such a puppet by your side." The general of the elves looked at this beautifully made god puppet and praised it.
In his opinion, it is not difficult to kill a god puppet, so he does not think that such a level of protection is expected by Superman. However, being able to randomly separate a god puppet to protect a mortal, for him, feels like
It's a bit luxurious.
After all, a mortal is not an object worthy of protection. If it is to protect a high-level magician, it makes sense.
"Distinguished lady! I, Morak, am very honored to meet you! Seeing the helicopter you are riding in, I am very curious about how they work."
"There is nothing to keep secret about this. We have a maintenance factory in Grecken. You can visit it at will." Cape Luna said hospitably.
In Grecken, Eiland Hill established some uncomplicated factories to support the daily operations of the 9th Army Group.
For example, in order to support the daily operation of the westbound railway, a large-scale train maintenance factory has been set up here. Moreover, this factory has recently been upgraded to be able to repair diesel locomotives. It is already a relatively advanced locomotive maintenance factory.
In addition, there is a factory here that repairs MiG-21 fighter jets, which are also used to support Grecken and the 9th Army Group in combat operations.
This aircraft maintenance factory has recently been upgraded and renovated to increase the production capacity of some parts. It is now almost the same as the main assembly workshop.
It can overhaul the MiG-21 fighter jets purchased by Grecken, produce engine spare parts, and perform simple repairs on F-16 fighter jets. Its functions are already very powerful.
In addition, there are two small aircraft maintenance factories in Grecken, one is for piston aircraft maintenance, and the other is for helicopter maintenance. Although the functions are not complete, the scale is not small.
There are many civilian workers in Grecken in such factories, which also eases local re-employment and resettles many homeless refugees.
And Cape Luna received instructions from Chris that these factories, which are no longer secrets in Elanthir, can be visited by the dwarves.
On the one hand, it can be regarded as winning over these dwarf tribes who are about to join Ailan Hill. On the other hand, it can also shock these dwarves and let them see the real gap between themselves and Ailan Hill.
In fact, the gap is huge, so huge that even if a dwarf actually visits the MiG-21 production workshop, there is no way to imitate the real MiG-21.
This is still a silly, big, black and thick series from the Soviet Union. If it were a more sophisticated American F-series combat model, it would be even more advanced and impossible to imitate.
"Thank you for Alan Hill's generosity! I plan to systematically study Alan Hill's industrial knowledge, so a visit is a must. I also want to go to the Royal Institute of Industry to study, which is really a paradise for dwarves!
I like it there! I like it very much." Morak chattered.
Since Vivian married Chris, her talkative physique seems to have undergone some wonderful changes. Although she still talks a lot now, she has become aloof and cold in front of outsiders.
I don’t know who she learned this from, but she thinks that the imperial concubine should put on airs, so she has improved a lot now and no longer talks eloquently and regardless of image.
As a result, this time, here comes another dwarf who likes to talk all the time...and this dwarf probably won't be able to marry Chris and improve his chatterbox physique in this life.
Even if Chris is bent over, he is probably attracted by handsome and well-proportioned men like elves or demons. He definitely has no interest in a dwarf with thick muscles and a big beard on his face.
"Look what this is!" Cape Luna came prepared, stretched out her hand to her adjutant, and the adjutant handed a delicate envelope to her slender and beautiful palm.
She handed the envelope to the dwarf elder Morak, who was surprised to find that it turned out to be an invitation letter from the Royal Institute of Technology in Ireland. The person signing the invitation was the Honorary Dean of the Institute of Technology and the Emperor.
Alan Hill Chris.
"This is the best gift I have ever received! Regardless of the outcome of the dwarves joining Ailan Hill, I personally want to be a part of Ailan Hill... No! No! I am so excited.
You said the wrong thing." Morak said confusedly: "I am already a member of Ailanthir! Long live Ailanthir!"
For a dwarf, being able to come into contact with the true meaning of industry and being able to see with one's own eyes the birth of great industrial works that have never appeared in this world is already their highest ideal and pursuit.
There is still pursuit for this ideal, even if it costs them their lives, they will not hesitate at all. Now, just asking them to be loyal to an emperor, this is not a problem at all, okay?
"For the purpose of humanitarian assistance, we have prepared food, blankets, and tents for everyone who has come from afar... When you come here, your suffering is over." The effect of Cape Luna's closeness to the people is absolutely unparalleled.
Princess Higgs may be a little clumsy in commanding the battle, but political worker Na is definitely the leading role in Elanthir.
Winning people's hearts, letting a group of people see hope, and gathering together to become a usable force is the best job Princess Higgs can do. Just her friendly smile can infect others and make them die.
If we go by the rules in the game, she is a character with full personal charm points. When placed in the city, she is like a mascot. People's loyalty increases like crazy, which makes people happy to watch.
"Thank you for your generosity, Alanthil!" the dwarf Morak said with a pious expression. Some of the dwarves around him looked at the armored vehicles and helicopters with curious expressions on their faces.
However, the faces of the elves standing next to them were not so good. The general who led them coldly refused: "No need, we still have some food, and we elves may not be used to your food."
food."
Soon, things developed in a direction that the elves did not expect. When more and more refugees entered Greken, the differences between the experiences of dwarves and elves became apparent.
The facilities of the dwarf refugee camp are very complete. The barracks made of thick military tents are spread along the hillside to the foot of the mountain. There is a bathing area here that provides 24-hour hot water.
The engineers and chemical troops of Eilandhir carried out epidemic prevention measures on all the dwarves who entered Greken. They received specially made new clothes and their own bedding, and most of them also enjoyed "luxury" such as camp beds.
"Quality" treatment.
All drinking water has been sterilized and disinfected, and some camps have 2 hours of night lighting. Compared with the regular barracks of the troops under the 9th Army Group, the facilities and environment here are exactly the same.
On the other hand, the elves' help was very limited. The elves' rejection also made their own situation worse.
The refugee camp that was finally established was simply horribly shabby. After countless elves arrived here, they had to continue eastward, dragging their tired bodies to their new homes in the northern part of the Eternal Empire.
And when they looked at the dwarf camp with smoke curling up in the distance, it was impossible not to envy them. At least, they all saw an emotion similar to jealousy in each other's eyes.
"Oh my God! You can't believe it! Just eat a piece of this thing! Just drink some water and you'll be full! I've been eating it for three days and there's still no taste left!" A dwarf stood holding a piece of compressed biscuit.
At the door of the barracks, show off your rations to the passing elven warriors.
Because they have not gone through health quarantine, the elves are not allowed to enter the dwarf camp. The proud elves do not bother to go to the dwarves to hurt their self-esteem at this moment.
"Take this! There is very delicious food in it! It may not be to your liking! But it can be used to save lives at critical moments!" Some dwarves did not want to see the elves who had fought side by side suffer, so they stood in the camp and said,
Through the isolation net, throw things to the elves in the distance.
For a moment, the beautifully packaged compressed biscuits, instant noodles, cheap canned starches, and dried bacon and vegetables all fell into the passing elves like a rain of arrows.
The elves, who were wearing old magic robes or leather armor, as if they were wearing swimsuits, picked up the food that fell at their feet, looked at it curiously, and then continued to march helplessly.
"This is not the answer... We should talk to the people of Ellandhill again... I feel that they are more reliable than Grecken." Farai held an "instant noodle artifact" wrapped in red plastic in his left hand.
"Ham sausage, holding a bag of "Instant Noodles Mate" Bude mustard in his right hand, staring at the dwarf camp in the distance, said with envy.
