Eight Hundred and Thirty-Two Never Be a Slave

On the other side of the magic continent, which is very far away from Alan Hill, in the barren territory of the orcs, around the dark and winding mine pit, a group of strong orcs are gnawing on the pickles and stewed meat that have just torn off the plastic packaging.

These foods, which have a shelf life of several months and are full of additives, are now selling well in areas outside the Irish Hill Empire. Be it Grecon, the Eternal Empire, or even the Norma Empire, there are factories or workshops that produce this kind of food.

Alan Hill has rarely produced such products, and now Alan Hill is transforming into high-end industrial products. Although there are still many food processing factories, they are obviously more high-end.

And high-end often means that the price is expensive, which is not very competitive in other barren areas.

On the crooked track, there are mine carts parked next to each other. These things were previously rented by the Alanhill Empire to the Orc Empire, and now these things have been resold to the Orcs, using the ore produced in the mine.

On the barren land of the orcs, there are many mineral deposits, most of which are coal mines, as well as iron ore and oil. These things are actually not very useful in the hands of orcs, but it is different in the hands of the Alan Hill Empire.

Beast Emperor Ericia sold the largest open-pit iron mine in his hands to Alan Hill, and now it has changed its appearance. Huge, monster-like machines mined an astonishing amount of raw ore, and then shipped it directly to Shenglong Port for shipment.

The road and railway from the mine to Shenglong Port were all built by Alan Hill, which is really the legendary speed of Alan Hill.

Because of the direct profit, countless businessmen invested day and night, making this road fully open to traffic within a few months.

"Your people have never been so rich." An old witch doctor leaned on a twisted wooden crutch, overlooking the burly orcs eating their lunch from a watchtower.

Because there was no need to fight anymore, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were disarmed and returned to the fields. With the help of Alan Hill, the orcs who had a lot of labor force immediately resumed peaceful production.

Although it is not suitable for direct food production, there is no problem in growing cotton in the orc wasteland. Coupled with mineral resources, the economy of the Orc Empire was like a rocket, and it took off within half a year.

"That's right, the Beastman Empire has never been so powerful." The Beast Emperor didn't know whether he was satisfied or frustrated.

Indeed, as he said, the orc empire has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past half a year or so.

Alan Hill helped the orcs provide suitable weapons,

Including standard long swords, armor suits, and even 30,000 rifles and 3 million rounds of ammunition.

In addition, the Alan Hill 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.

What made Beast Emperor Ericia even more gratified was that his orc empire received a large amount of food aid, which not only allowed the orc tribe to resume production, but also kept their population growing.

It stands to reason that he, the king of the orc 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 what he should do.

Once, he looked down on human beings, thinking that human beings were just a group of poor lambs sheltered by magicians. He believes that only the power of the orcs is the capital to run rampant in the magic continent.

Therefore, he advocates force, attaches himself to the powerful dragon clan, leads the orcs to take root in the wilderness, and tempers the most powerful physique.

He has a burly bear warrior who can fight a human phalanx alone. His orc wolf cavalry can overwhelm the most elite heavy cavalry unit of mankind with only one charge.

These are the things he is most proud of in his life, and they are also things that the orcs have always been proud of.

However, these things seem to be less important now. In front of human tanks, no matter how brightly armored the orc wolf cavalry is, they are just poor flesh and blood; facing human assault rifles, no matter how tall the bear warriors are, they are just huge targets.

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 Emperor Ericia himself didn't know what he had been pursuing for the first half of his life.

The weakest human has mastered the power to destroy the world, which is simply a great irony for the orcs, so the entire tribe, now there are various voices of dissatisfaction.

"You are the greatest witch doctor in our tribe... I really don't know what the orcs should do now..." Ericia sighed and asked a little confused.

"Great Beast Emperor, 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 withered palm stretched out from the white robe, and pressed it on the majestic and thick arm of the beast emperor Ericia: "So, if you ask me now, what is it again?" why?"

"I can't hide anything from you." The Beast King Ericia sighed again, and said, "I, my father, my grandfather... all the kings of the orc clan followed the dragon clan, and so did the orc clan. Slaves of the Dragon Clan... But, are we born to be inferior slaves?"

As he spoke, he handed a colorful old poster he found from the Alan Hill Empire to the witch doctor beside him.

The old witch doctor squinted his eyes, barely able to see the huge printed words on it. He could read the words on it, which meant "mortals will never be slaves".

Above the words, there is an image of an Irish grenadier, wearing an M24 helmet, carrying a Mauser 98K rifle, and a grenade in his waist. This poster is old, so it is very worn out.

"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, why can't beastmen never be slaves?" The Beast Emperor 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, watching the orc miners who had re-entered the mine, their faces The smile on the face is ten times brighter than before.