Far away from Elanhill, on the other side of the Magic Continent, in the barren territory of the orcs, around the dim and winding mines, a group of sturdy orcs are munching on pickles and braised meat that have just torn open the plastic packaging.

These additives-rich foods, which have a shelf life of several months, are selling fairly well outside of the Iran Hill Empire today. Whether it's Grecan, the Eternal Empire, or even the Norma Empire, there are factories or workshops that produce this type of food.

Illanhill rarely produces such products anymore, and now Illanhill is transforming into high-end industrial products. Although there are still many food processing plants, they are significantly more high-end.

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

On the crooked tracks, minecarts were parked one after the other. These things were leased to the Orc Empire by the Irlanhill Empire before, and now they are all resold to the Orcs, using the ore produced in the mines.

The barren land of the orcs has many mineral deposits, mostly coal, as well as iron ore and oil. These things are not really of much use in the hands of orcs, but they are not the same in the hands of the Iran Hill Empire.

The Beast Emperor Ericia sold his largest open-pit iron mine to Ellan Hill, and now it has changed. Huge, monster-like machinery mines a staggering amount of raw ore, which is then shipped directly to the port of Shenglong for shipment.

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

Because of the direct profits, countless merchants invested around the clock to make the road fully open to traffic in a matter of months.

"Your people have never been richer." An old witch doctor, on a twisted wooden cane, looked down on the stout 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 the fields, and the orcs, who had a lot of labor to use, immediately resumed peaceful production with the help of Elanhill.

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

"Yes, the Orc Empire has never been so powerful." The Beast Emperor didn't know whether to be satisfied or said in frustration.

Indeed, as he said, the Orc Empire has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past six months or so.

Ellan Hill provided the orcs with suitable weapons, including standard swords, armor suits, and even 30,000 rifles and 3 million rounds of ammunition.

In addition, the Irlanhill Empire also provided the Orc Empire with tanks, planes, and even warships of steel.

These things are all good things, and the combat effectiveness of the Orc Empire has been greatly improved as a result.

What made the Beast Emperor Ericia even more pleased was that his orc empire had received a huge amount of food aid, which allowed the orcs to not only resume production, but also keep their population growing.

It stands to reason that he, the king of the beast clan, should be very happy to see such a situation.

However, he was not happy, because his faith was shaken, and he did not know where he should go.

Once, he looked down on humans, thinking that they were just a bunch of poor lambs sheltered by magicians. He believes that only the power of orcs is the capital that rampantizes the magic continent.

Therefore, he advocated force, attached himself to the powerful dragons, and led the orcs to take root in the wasteland and temper the most powerful physique.

He has a burly bear-man warrior who is able to fight a human phalanx alone. His orc wolf cavalry can crush the most elite heavy cavalry units of mankind with just one charge.

These were the things he was most proud of in his life, and they were the things that the orcs had always been proud of.

However, these things seem to be less important these days. In front of the human tanks, the wolf cavalry of the orc clan, no matter how bright their armor is, is just a pitiful flesh and blood; In the face of human assault rifles, no matter how tall the bear-man warrior is, he is just a huge target.

Even, those fighter planes and tanks that humans don't want are already powerful war machines in the eyes of the warriors of the orc race.

At this moment, the Beast Emperor Ericia himself didn't know what he had been pursuing in the first half of his life.

The weakest human has mastered the power to destroy the world, which is a great irony for the orc race, so the entire tribe has now appeared all kinds of dissatisfied voices.

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

"Great Beast Emperor, don't you already have an answer in your heart?" The old witch doctor on crutches smiled kindly, as if he already knew everything.

The feathers on his body shook slightly, and a withered palm stretched out from the white robe and pressed against the majestic arm of the Beast Emperor Ericia: "So, why do you ask me now?" ”

"I can't hide anything from you." The Beast Emperor Ericia sighed again and spoke, "I, my father, my grandfather...... The kings of the beast clan in the past followed the dragon clan, and the beast clan was also the slave of the dragon clan...... But are we born to be inferior slaves? ”

As he spoke, he handed an old poster in color that he had found from the Iran Hill Empire to the witch doctor beside him.

The old witch doctor squinted his eyes, barely making out the already huge printed text on it, which he recognized as "mortals will never be slaves".

At the top of the lettering, there is an image of an Elan Hill Grenadier, wearing an M24 steel helmet, carrying a Mauser 98K rifle, and a grenade at his waist - this poster is very old, so it is very shabby.

"This is what Farmalus found?" The old witch doctor rolled up the old propaganda poster and squeezed it in the palm of his hand: "Do you think this is an orc opportunity?" ”

"I want to try...... If mortals can never be slaves, then why can't orcs never be slaves? The Beast Emperor looked at the witch doctor and said word by word.

“…… Whatever choice you make...... I'm all for you, Ericia......" The witch doctor turned and walked down the watchtower, looking at the orc miners who had re-entered the mine as he walked, the smiles on their faces ten times brighter than before.

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