This isn't some god puppet made of high-grade magic wood, it's a puppet made of metal.

Judging from the magic reflection of this puppet alone, the puppet in front of him is much more advanced than the rags of the puppet empire.

Therefore, Falai of the elven clan and the generals around him did not speculate anything on the side of the puppet empire, because they knew that it was impossible for the puppet empire to have such a powerful god puppet.

"This! Is this a god puppet? Falai looked at the beautiful female officer who was not inferior to the beauties of the elves, and asked presumptuously.

Capet Luna smiled, shook her head and replied, "This is the super god puppet of our Ranhil Empire, we prefer to call this weapon the T800, she is here to protect me and take care of my safety." ”

"It doesn't keep you safe, but it's very convenient to have such a puppet by your side." The general of the elven clan looked at this beautifully crafted god puppet and exclaimed.

In his opinion, it was not difficult to take out a god puppet, so he didn't think that such a level of protection was superhumanly expected. However, being able to randomly separate a god puppet to protect a mortal felt a bit of a luxury for him.

After all, a mortal is not something worth protecting, and if it is to protect a high-level magician, it can be said that it makes sense.

"Honorable Madam! I, Morakot, am very honored to meet you! Seeing the helicopters you are flying in, I wonder what exactly they work on. ”

"There's nothing to keep secret, we have a repair shop at Grecon that you can visit." Capet Luna said hospitablely.

In Grican, Ellan Hill set up a number of uncomplicated factories to support the day-to-day operations of the 9th Army Group.

For example, in order to support the daily operation of the westward railway, a large-scale train maintenance plant has been set up here, and this factory has recently been upgraded to repair diesel locomotives, and it is already a relatively advanced train locomotive maintenance factory.

In addition, there is a factory for the repair of MiG-21 fighters, which is also used to support Greken and support the operations of the 9th Army Group.

This aircraft maintenance plant has also recently been upgraded to increase the production capacity of some parts, and it is almost the same as the general assembly workshop.

It can overhaul the MiG-21 fighters purchased by Grisen, can produce spare parts for engines, and can also carry out simple repairs to F-16 fighters, which is already very powerful.

In addition, Greken has two small aircraft maintenance plants, one for piston aircraft and the other for helicopters.

There are many civilian workers in Greken in these factories, which also eases local re-employment and houses many homeless refugees.

And Capel Luna was instructed by Chris that these factories, which were no longer classified in Elanhill, could be visited by the dwarves.

On the one hand, it can be regarded as attracting these dwarven tribes who are about to defect to Irlanhill, and on the other hand, it is also to deter these dwarves and let them see the real gap between themselves and Irranhill.

In fact, the gap is huge, so huge that even if the dwarves really visit the production workshop of the MiG-21, there is no way to imitate the real MiG-21.

This is still the stupid big black and coarse series on the Soviet side, and if it is a more sophisticated American F-series battle, it will be even more advanced and impossible to imitate.

"Thank you Alan Hill for your generosity! I'm going to systematically learn about the industry of Iran Hill, so a visit is a must, and I'm going to the Royal Institute of Industry to study, it's really a dwarven paradise! I loved it there! Very much. Morakot babbled.

Since Vivien married Chris, her physique seems to have undergone some wonderful changes, and now although she still talks a lot, in front of outsiders, the whole person has become cold.

I don't know who she learned from, but she thinks that the imperial princess should be on the shelf, so she has improved a lot now, and she doesn't often talk without caring about her image.

As a result, this time, there is another short man who likes to talk non-stop...... And this short man, in this life, it is estimated that he will not be able to marry Chris and improve his tuberculosis physique.

Even if Chris is bent, he is probably interested in handsome and well-proportioned men like elves or demons, and he definitely has no interest in dwarves with thick muscles and beards.

"Look what this is!" Capet Luna came prepared, and as soon as she reached out to her lieutenant, the lieutenant handed a beautiful envelope to her slender and beautiful palm.

She handed the envelope to the Dwarven Elder Morakot, who was pleasantly surprised to find that it was an invitation letter from the Royal Industrial Academy of Iran Hill, signed by the Honorary Dean of the Industrial Academy, Emperor Iran Hill Chris.

"This is the best gift I have ever received! Regardless of the outcome of the Dwarves joining Irlanhill, I personally want to be a part of Ellenhill...... No! No! I was so excited that I said the wrong thing. Morakot said upside down: "I'm already from Irranhill!" Long live Iran Hill! ”

For a dwarf, being able to get in touch with the true meaning of industry and to be able to see with his own eyes the birth of those great industrial works that have never appeared in this world is already their highest ideal and pursuit.

There is still a pursuit for this ideal, even if they are asked to pay for their lives, they will not hesitate. Now, just make them loyal to an emperor, that's not a problem at all, okay?

"Out of humanitarian aid, we prepared food for everyone who came from afar, as well as blankets and tents...... Come here and your suffering is over. "Capet Luna's pro-people effect is absolutely outstanding, and Princess Higgs may be a little clumsy in commanding battles, but the political worker is definitely the number one character in Iran Hill.

Winning hearts and minds, bringing a group of people to see hope, and coming together to become a force that can be used, is the best job Princess Higgs has ever done. She just smiled kindly, which has the effect of infecting others and making others die.

If you go by the rules of the game, she is a character with full charisma. It's like a mascot in the city, and the loyalty of the people is going crazy, and it's pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you Alan Hill for your generosity!" The dwarf Morakot thanked him reverently, and some of the dwarves around him also showed curious expressions on their faces as they looked at the armored vehicles and helicopters.

However, the faces of the elves standing beside them were not very good, and the general led by them coldly rejected: "No need, we still have some to eat, and besides, our elves may not be used to eating your food." ”

Soon, things started to go in a direction that the elves didn't expect, and as more and more refugees entered the Griken, the difference between the dwarves and the elves became apparent.

The dwarven camp was well equipped, with thick military tents spread along the slopes to the bottom of the hill, bathing areas, and twenty-four hours of hot water.

The sappers and chemical troops of Elanhill treated all the dwarves who entered Grecken against the virus, receiving special new clothes, their own bedding, and most of them enjoying the "luxury" of a camp bed.

All drinking water has been sterilized and disinfected, and some camps are lit for two hours at night – a facility that is no worse than the regular barracks of the 9th Army Group.

On the Elven side, the help provided by Grecon is very limited. The elves' refusal also made their own situation worse.

The refugee camp that had been built with great difficulty was simply shabby and terrifying, and after countless elves arrived here, they had to continue their eastward journey, dragging their tired bodies to their new homes in the north of the Eternal Empire.

And they looked at the dwarven camp in the distance, and said that it was impossible not to envy it. At least, they could see a kind of jealousy in each other's eyes.

"Oh my God! You can't believe it! Eat a piece of this! Drink some water and you'll be full! I've eaten it for three days, and I still haven't tasted it! Pinching a compressed biscuit, a dwarf stood at the door of the barracks, showing off his rations to passing elven warriors.

Because they have not undergone sanitary quarantine, elves are not allowed to enter the dwarven camp. The arrogant elven people don't bother to go to the dwarves to hurt their pride at this moment.

"Take this! Inside is very tasty! Probably not quite to your liking! But at critical moments, it can be used to save lives! "Some of the dwarves did not want to see the elves who had fought side by side suffer, so they stood in the camp and threw things to the elves in the distance, through the fence.

For a while, the beautifully packaged compressed biscuits, instant noodles, as well as cheap canned starch, bacon and dried vegetables, all fell into the passing elf clan like a rain of arrows.

The elven people, dressed in shabby magical robes or leather armor that looked like bathing suits, picked up the food that had fallen at their feet, looked at it curiously, and then continued their helpless march.

"That's not the way to go...... We should revisit the Irlanhills...... I feel like they're a little bit more reliable than Grecan. Holding a "Instant Noodle Artifact" ham sausage wrapped in red plastic skin in his left hand, and holding a bag of "Instant Noodle Companion" Bude mustard in his right hand, he stared at the dwarven camp in the distance and said enviously.