In the early morning hours of Silver City, newsstand shops are open, and the shelves are full of "Tomorrow Evening News".

As soon as the clerk opened the door, he saw a large number of orcs lining up in front of the store.

The lion-eared clerk was taken aback, there are so many orcs who buy newspapers today.

"Bring me a newspaper, thank you!" An orc handed over a copper coin.

The official price of the newspaper in Tomorrow City is two cents, and the orcs in Silver City naturally do not enjoy the original price discount, and the newspaper merchants can actually make little money by dividing the road fee and the purchase price.

Olife knew that a newspaper didn't make much, but he didn't panic, newspapers were the official business of Tomorrow City, and there must be a lot of people buying newspapers in the future, and he was waiting for the opportunity to sell newspapers all over the country.

"A copper coin is a piece of paper, and the paper in Tomorrow City is a bit cheap." Some of the noble orcs of Silver City muttered.

Paper is a scarce commodity in Lionheart, and it's not easy to get one.

When the newspaper merchant Olife heard this, he remembered the time when he bought a newspaper for two copper coins.

At that time, when he first came into contact with newspapers, Oliver did not know the market, and bought several newspapers from a certain cat-eared loli for two copper coins.

In retrospect, he was slaughtered.

But fortunately, he sold it to Shuizhugang with his backhand that time, and he returned to his pocket with interest.

The price is much lower now than it was then, and if it weren't for the official market price regulation in Tomorrow City, Olriffe would have liked to sell the newspaper for five copper coins.

"Don't squeeze it, brother!"

"I am the heir in line to the throne of the Xiyuer family, I warn you not to squeeze me!"

"The nobles are amazing, Lord Allen said, the nobles are all commoners, and we don't have any nobles in Silver City anymore!"

In front of the bookstore, a bunch of lion orcs pushed each other, and the noble young master was red-faced and furious.

The ordinary lion man raised his head with his chest, and with his strong chest, he pushed the noble young master out of the crowd.

Olife watched speechlessly, since the upper echelons of Silver City were purged by Ivan's army, the nobles had become unplatoonable.

Want to buy a newspaper?

Now there are no slaves, and the nobles themselves go down to buy them!

Send a maid to buy?

Theoretically, yes, but first there is a premise, the maid must be a freeman, not a slave, and must be paid.

The freedmen are not the private property of individuals or families, and if a maid is wrongly violated, or if she is not paid, she can go to the local administrative office to file a complaint, and during this sensitive period, the army will take all the people and their families to seal up.

Outside the crowd, there were also a few maids standing on the edge, and they did not dare to squeeze in, so they had to ask the people who had bought the newspaper first, and ask what had happened last night.

The orcs who grabbed the newspaper spread out the newspaper and quickly read the contents of the first page, and the orcs who didn't buy it looked sideways and peeked at the contents of the newspaper, and couldn't help but feel very excited.

Tomorrow evening will focus on the opening of the train, calling it an epoch-making means of transportation, and in the near future, the surrounding towns will be connected as a whole, and all resources will be operated by the new king.

The orcs of Silver City didn't know much about what a train was, but they were amazed by the speed of the train, its distance, and the amount of transportation in a single trip.

"The train goes from the mine to the port of Tomorrow City in ten minutes, so fast?"

"In the future, Tomorrow City will be able to reach Saltpeter Town in an hour, and transport hundreds of tons of goods in a single trip?"

The orcs couldn't imagine what kind of monster the train was, and a thousand tons of goods could be transported to Tomorrow City in an hour.

The newspapers were getting more and more outlandish, and the orcs felt like they were out of step with the times.

I heard that in a few days, the thermal power plant in Tomorrow City started construction, and the whole city was electrified, and the working hours of the factory were extended.

Electricity is thunder and lightning in the sky, how can it be captured by mortals, the orcs of Silver City are skeptical.

The orcs in the outer town don't believe it, and the orcs in Tomorrow City believe in Alan.

Every day when the orcs go to work, they glance at the nearby light bulb and wonder when it will shine on the world.

"Don't look at it, the thermal power plant hasn't started yet, there is no electricity, and the light bulb won't light up!"

At the end of each class, Alan went out of his way to answer the children's questions.

……

The real world.

As the opening time of the world approaches, eligible Infinite Stream players have canceled their login events and are nervously awaiting the start of the ultimate competition.

"Countdown to the last hour!"

On the Wi-Fi forum, the countdown has jumped to "00:59:59", and every second passes is exciting.

A year ago, the main god released information to the majority of players, determining the time of landing.

It's an hour before the Ultimate Race, and players have nowhere to vent their emotions and are running to the Infinite Web Forum to chat, where the number of active players has peaked and countless players are chatting on it.

"The ultimate race is coming, everyone see this pigeon, please be merciful, my flag must be a pigeon picture, pay attention!" The pigeon spirit chattered.

"Let's team up after the pigeon boss goes in, and the two countries form an alliance!" Said the repeater.

"Hehe, I wish the allies their ass being stolen by their allies." When the citric acid recovered, it was already on the 1,000th floor, and it looked very sour.

"Citric acid, or do we have an alliance?" True fragrance restores citric acid underneath.

The other players looked hot and begged the big guy to take a hand.

The four bigwigs ignored the private chat of the unknown player and continued to chat across servers.

Some players complained: "The initial location where we enter the game should be randomly distributed, and it is really not necessary to form an alliance at that time." ”

"Stop talking, there's still a few minutes left, let's get ready." Some players said.

Players chatted for an hour, and the countdown to the forums has entered the final five minutes.

Players have nothing to prepare for, close the forum, close your eyes and wait slowly.

Earth, at an island villa.

The white pigeons bowed their heads and groomed their feathers, and the sound of the waves came and went.

The girl closed the infinite network forum in her head, wore pink shorts, a white pigeon hat sweatshirt, and casually lay flat on the soft bed, put on sunglasses, put her hands in the center of her lower abdomen, adjusted her breathing, and waited for the last time to come.

The last five seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second.

Bite!

A translucent subtitle appeared in front of the eyes of the reincarnators:

[Game plane: Beast plane A9775.]

The period of contemporary technological civilization: the age of steam.

Traversal Mode: Soul Piercing

Game Duration: No time limit

Difficulty: Unknown

Game introduction: In the prevalence of cold weapons, the steam engine was just born in a certain beast country, and the powerful orcs occupied the entire continent.

Additional Restrictions: No Items, No Skills]

After reading this plane introduction, the players were stunned for a moment.

The information of the technological period has changed, and five years ago it was marked as the eve of the industrial age, and now it is the official test period, and it has changed to the steam age.

"Fortunately, I have practiced no less than ten rounds at the beginning of the steam era, and I can deal with it." The pigeon patted his chest and said something secretly.

The copy game of the farming stream has a long time, and the heart is tired after playing it once, and I basically don't want to play it a second time, and the pigeon essence has practiced no less than ten rounds for this, indicating that his farming stream game has also reached tens of thousands of years.

After reading the synopsis of the ultimate competition, the word landing appeared.

[Do you want to land on the Orc Plane A9775 (Ultimate Race)?] 】

【Yes!】 】

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