On the other side of the magical continent, which is very far away from Elanhir, in the barren territory of the orcs, around the dark and winding mines, a group of strong orcs were chewing on the pickles and braised meat that had just been ripped out of the plastic packaging.
These foods, which have a shelf life of several months and are full of additives, are now selling quite well in areas outside the Eilanhill Empire. Whether it is Grecken, the Eternal Empire, or even the Norma Empire,
There are factories or workshops that produce such foods.
Ailan Hill rarely produces such products anymore. Now Ailan Hill is transforming towards high-end industrial products. Although there are still many food processing plants, they are obviously much higher-end.
And high-end often means expensive prices - which is not competitive in other poor areas.
On the crooked track, there are mine carts parked one after another. These things were previously rented by the Elanshir Empire to the Orc Empire. Now these things have been resold to the Orcs, using the ores produced in the mines.
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There are many mineral deposits on the barren land of the orcs, most of which are coal mines, iron ore and oil. These things are actually not of much use in the hands of the orcs, but it is different in the hands of the Elanthir Empire.
The Beast King Ericia sold the largest open-pit iron mine to Eiland Hill, and now it has changed. Huge, monster-like machinery mines an astonishing amount of raw ore, and then transports it directly to the Holy Dragon.
Loading and shipping at the port.
The road and railway from the mine to Shenglong Port were built by Ailan Hill. It is really the legendary Ailan Hill speed.
Because they could make a direct profit, countless businessmen invested day and night to make this road fully open to traffic within a few months.
"Your people have never been so rich." An old witch doctor, leaning on a twisted wooden crutch, looked down at the sturdy orcs eating lunch from the watchtower.
Because there was no longer a need to fight, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were disarmed and returned to their fields. There were many orcs available for labor. With the help of Elanthir, peaceful production was immediately restored.
Although it is not suitable for directly producing food, there is no problem in growing cotton in the orc wasteland. Coupled with the mineral resources, the economy of the orc empire is like riding on a rocket, and it has taken off within half a year.
"Yes, the Beastman Empire has never been so powerful." The Beast King said whether he was satisfied or frustrated.
Indeed, as he said, the Orc Empire has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past half year or so.
Ailanshir provided the orcs with suitable weapons, including standard long swords, suits of armor, and even 30,000 rifles and 3 million rounds of ammunition.
In addition, the Elanshir Empire also provided the Orc Empire with tanks, aircraft, and even steel warships.
These things are all good things, and the combat effectiveness of the Orc Empire has been greatly improved as a result.
What makes Beast King Ericia even more gratified is that his orc empire has received massive food aid, which has allowed the orcs to not only resume production, but also keep their population growing.
Logically speaking, he, the king of the beast clan, should be very happy to see such a situation.
However, he couldn't be happy because his faith was shaken and he didn't know where he should go.
Once upon a time, he looked down upon human beings, thinking that humans were just a group of pitiful lambs protected by magicians. He believed that only the power of orcs was the capital to dominate the magical continent.
Therefore, he advocated force, attached himself to the powerful dragon clan, led the orcs to take root in the wilderness, and cultivated the most powerful body.
He has burly bear warriors who can fight against a human phalanx by themselves. His orc wolf cavalry can overwhelm humanity's most elite heavy cavalry with just one charge.
These are the things that he is most proud of in his life, and they are also the things that the orcs have always been proud of.
However, nowadays, these things seem to have become less important. In front of human tanks, the orc wolf cavalry, no matter how brightly armored it is, is just a pitiful body of flesh and blood; facing human assault rifles
, no matter how tall the Ursine warrior is, it is nothing more than a huge target.
Even those fighter jets and tanks that humans don't want are already powerful war machines in the eyes of the orc warriors.
At this moment, Beast King Ericia himself didn't know what he had been pursuing for the first half of his life.
The weakest human being has mastered the power of destroying the world. This is simply a great irony for the orcs, so now there are various voices of dissatisfaction in the entire tribe.
"You are the greatest witch doctor in our tribe... I really don't know where the orcs should go now..." Ericcia sighed and asked in confusion.
"Great Beast King, don't you already have the answer in your heart?" The old witch doctor on crutches smiled kindly, as if he already knew everything.
The feathers on his body trembled slightly, and a dry palm stretched out from the white robe and pressed on the strong and thick arm of the Beast Emperor Ericcia: "So, you ask me now, what's the point?
Why?"
"I can't hide anything from you." Beast King Ericia sighed again and said: "I, my father, my grandfather... all the kings of the beast clan in the past generations have followed the dragon clan, and so have the beast clan.
Slaves of the Dragon Clan... But are we inherently inferior slaves?"
As he spoke, he handed a colorful, old poster he found from the Eilanhill Empire to the witch doctor next to him.
The old witch doctor squinted his eyes and could barely make out the huge printed words above. He recognized the words above, which meant "Mortals will never be slaves."
Above the words, there is an image of an Ireland Grenadier, wearing an M24 helmet, a Mauser 98K rifle on his back, and a grenade on his waist. This poster is old, so it is very shabby.
"Is this what Famarus found?" The old witch doctor rolled up the old propaganda poster and held it in his hand: "Do you think this is an opportunity for the orcs?"
"I want to try... If mortals can never be slaves, then why can't orcs never be slaves?" The Beast King looked at the witch doctor and said word by word.
"...No matter what choice you make...I will support you, Ericia..." The witch doctor turned and walked down the watchtower. As he walked, he looked at the orc miners who had reentered the mine, their faces
