In the demon world, at the same time when Chris was guarding Gurlo's bed, a demon officer was looking at the officer of Ailan Hill with wide eyes, and spread out a copied plan in front of his eyes.
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This demon officer was responsible for escorting a new batch of demon civilian prisoners, a total of 2,400 people, to the area controlled by Eiland Hill.
He was really not mentally prepared to be left behind by humans and deliver a new message that made people laugh or cry.
"You want to recruit 1,000 soldiers? Demon soldiers? To fight for you?" He looked at the contents of the plan and asked in disbelief.
As far as he knew, humans have always been very resistant to the demon army. The acceptance of demons by civilians is very low, let alone those demon soldiers who fight for the origin of magic, are full of evil, and have their hands stained with blood.
But this time, humans are actually preparing to accept more than 1,000 demon soldiers and arm these demon soldiers, which makes the demon officers a little confused.
However, the human officer's answer was clear and unambiguous: "Yes! That's right, we need to arm 1,000 demon soldiers to participate in the crusade against the demon recalcitrants."
"But...but...these people who surrendered...are all demon civilians." The demon officer leading the team said in embarrassment.
"Then immediately find 1,000 qualified warriors! The most powerful warriors you can find! You must obey our command and obey our orders completely..." the human officer said without any politeness at all.
This world is so cruel. While humans are killing humans, they are also seeking cooperation with demons.
In another barracks that had been built for demons, several demons were looking at the armor distributed to them.
To be honest, in their entire lives, they have never seen such beautiful armor: although there are no magic defense inscriptions, these armors are very thick, and due to the precision of processing, even the corners have been polished.
Many of these demons had worked in armor workshops before. When they looked at the armors in front of them, they all had the urge to prostrate themselves to the ground.
"Are you kidding? These armors are for us?" A young demon asked in disbelief as he stroked the armor in his hand.
He didn't know who he was asking. Anyway, he didn't believe that these armors, which they thought were very exquisite, would be given to them by humans for free.
"It's much better than the armor we made... Look at the hardness and thickness... It's really speechless." A demon who had worked in the armor workshop sighed.
He had never made such exquisite armor before, and he even knew that even his master had never made armor of this level!
In the past, they were only responsible for simply handling the molten iron, and then banging it with hammers. As for whether the armor they hammered out was evenly thin and thick, whether it would rust, and whether there would be other problems, they didn't care.
No matter.
And those demon warriors who wear these armors to fight are not picky: they are the most fierce and fearless warriors in the world. They are specially born for war. They can defeat any kind of armor they wear.
enemy……
Of course, these silly ideas were all a long time ago. The current demon clan is no longer invincible. They have been defeated again and again, and have reached the point where they are invincible.
There were voices of admiration throughout the barracks. These demons, who were originally civilians, received their weapons and equipment and transformed from miners or coolies into warriors waiting for training.
At this moment, most of these untrained warriors were sighing at the sophistication of their weapons and equipment.
The praise here is not over yet. In a corner on the other side, a demon is carefully stroking his armor, for fear of damaging the armor.
Beside him, the demon who also did not dare to touch the armor that had been handed down easily exclaimed in admiration: "There is not even a trace of rust. How did they preserve these armors?"
"How did they make it so light? Added iron? It's impossible. The price of iron is not cheap..." On the other side, a knowledgeable former blacksmith was talking to the people around him.
Discuss the manufacturing process of armor.
He didn't know what mechanical stamping was, nor what alloy forging was. Anyway, he knew that the armor in front of him was not as simple as it looked.
Of course, he must not have known that these armors were not actually custom-made for the demons. These armors were actually part of the arms and supplies exported to the orcs by Elanthir.
Originally, the manufacturer of Ailan Hill was afraid that some defective products would be returned by the orcs, so they produced a batch of spare parts. However, the orcs had never seen mass-produced high-quality armors, and they took all the orders as soon as they saw the goods.
, there is no intention to return or exchange defective products at all.
As a result, these thousands of armors have been piled up in the warehouse of Elan Hill, becoming a backlog of useless supplies.
When the top management of Elanhir decided to form a demon army, the demons, which were relatively similar in size to the orcs, became the best successors to these armors.
As a result, this batch of Ailanshil foreign trade armors, which did not cost much and whose quality could only be regarded as average, became the best armor in the eyes of the demons...
One can imagine what the expressions on these demons' faces would be if they saw the mass-produced magic armor designed and built by Alan Hill for the elves.
That is the real armor, that is the ultimate form of the magic armor that has been popular on the Magic Continent for thousands of years. In addition to the mechanical exoskeleton, the magic armor customized by the elves is the pinnacle form of the real armor!
After all, the demons in front of them have never seen the world, and of course they don't know how terrifying the regular elven army of Elanthir is.
Therefore, they can still admire the armor in front of them and imagine how majestic they will look wearing such armor.
A demon looked at the armor in his hand, thinking of the elite demons who died in another world, shook his head, and sighed with emotion: "Not only is it not cheap... If we can build such armor... Sigh...
No more talking."
Just when these demons were sighing for their armor, outside their camp, a truck loaded with swords and shields stopped steadily.
