In the early morning, the light rain was misty, and the fog shrouded Datie Village.

The villagers get up early, and even though they no longer need to work in the fields, they still get up early every day to inspect their fields before the military training begins.

After all, the cultivators were Alan's slaves, not themselves, and those rude slaves could be rough and rough for the sake of efficiency, and the peasant uncle was a little uneasy.

Of course, the results of each inspection were gratifying, after all, there was a group competition mechanism hanging over the heads of the slaves, and they had to work hard.

"Village chief, the slaves help us plow, is the harvest still our family?"

On his way to the southern mines, Eren occasionally heard questions from the villagers who were not confident, and he had to answer the same answer mechanically.

"Of course, what the village chief said will not be changed easily, the output of your farmland is your family, but the taxes that should be paid must not be less."

The villagers have asked several times, but they still don't get tired of asking in a straight voice: "Is the tax really half of last year?" ”

"It's more true than the golden dragon, you asked it ten times." Alan was a little speechless.

For the tenth time, the villagers heard Allen's personal answer, as if listening to the sound of heaven, and for the tenth time, their faces covered with old age lines showed a smile.

"Thank you, village chief, thank you." This thanksgiving is also repeated for the tenth time.

Alan waved his hand, this matter should have been in Hood's hands, but the villagers wanted to hear him say that he couldn't do anything.

After a while, he leisurely made his way to the southern mines, and saw Hood standing at the foot of the hill in the distance.

The priest, dressed in a gray linen shirt, bowed his head and greeted Alan.

"Village Chief, the steam engine is being transported into the southern mines under the watchful eye of a blacksmith."

"Well, I see, you go and gather all the villagers to come to the southern mines to watch the steam engine pull the mine."

"Okay." Hood stepped back, agitated.

The loud vibration of the steam engine yesterday kept him awake at night, and his mind was full of images of the earth shaking caused by the roar of the steam engine.

Yesterday Alan only started the sound and did not show the steam engine in action, and he was curious to know how this thing would unfold in the future.

Hood left excitedly, and a little later Windsor, the deputy village chief, also ascended to the southern mines.

Alan sighed, I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now I found out that this Nizi's hair color is very special, it is actually powder blue.

This color is rare, not as showy as pink, nor as deep as blue, but rather gives a soft, plain and fresh feeling.

He recalls that in the past, such colors appeared in the colors of later flagship mobile phones.

Windsor was a little confused, not knowing why Alan was staring at her hair for so long, so she quickly reached out and touched the top of her head, only touching her cat ears and hair, and asked, "What is on my head?" ”

"It's nothing, I just feel that your hair color is quite rare, I see that most of the cat orcs in the village have variegated hair, and very few pure hair colors." Alan shook his head.

"Oh, I've heard the Martin merchant say that I'm a rare pure hair color, and I'm worth dozens of gold dragons at the bottom." Windsor's cat ears moved, as if to show off her worth.

But Windsor regretted it after showing off, she was no longer a cat slave, why did she say this to Alan.

"Well, forget about the past."

Alan looked at Windsor's tail hanging down, thinking that she was thinking about the unbearable past, and immediately comforted her.

She is a cat slave who escaped from Martin's Farm, and the fact that she can escape from the hands of a hundred lions shows that she is bold enough and has the courage to challenge the social system.

Hood is servile, and even if he complains in the face of power, he will force himself to do it.

Windsor is different, she has independent thinking, is more malleable than the feudal thinking of the priest Hood, is easy to accept new things, and can be cultivated well.

After a while, Alan instructed the blacksmith to install the equipment for pulling the mine, and the other villagers gradually came to the southern mine to see the steam engine at work.

The lion soldiers in the southern mines showed curious expressions, they would not have gotten up so early, but they heard that many people went to the southern mines to see the steam engine, and they couldn't resist their curiosity, and brought long knives to preside over the order.

The Assassins hiding in the crowd twinkled their eyes, pressed the Hidden Blade cutout, and quietly stared at the back of the lion soldiers' heads, and if they found that the lion soldiers were dangerous to the villagers, they would burst out to kill the lions.

"Sooner or later, these lion soldiers will be cleared out by Lord Allen." Natasha felt her Hidden Blade as she prepared for it, eager to give the lion soldiers guarding the mine a sword and show them how powerful the Assassins were.

In the past, when Natasha was working in the mines, she was sometimes detained by the lion soldiers and asked her to dig for ore, and she would be whipped after digging for dozens of hours.

Some of the female orcs were whipped to the point that their flesh bloomed, and their wounds could not be healed, and they were forced to cut off their hands to save their lives after they decomposed.

She remembered the recent Assassin tutorial, dozens of more companions had awakened their divine talents, and there were faint calls in the village to kill the mine soldiers.

These lion soldiers are from Morning Glory Town, and Alan is working against Morning Glory Town, and Morning Glory Town also has seventy or eighty percent of the mineral veins, these lion soldiers are really an eyesore, it is better to get rid of them and occupy the mountain as the king.

Of course, everyone is still a little self-aware, and now is not the time to tear up their faces with Morning Glory Town.

"Hmm, is this a steam engine, it's so big."

"What Lord Allen invented is powerful, and it's hard to look at."

Some ignorant villagers curiously stepped forward to touch the steam engine, looking around, completely unaware of how terrible it was for a big guy to work.

"Get out of the way, the people inside have loaded the minecart and are ready to burn the stove!"

"Ready!"

The villagers stepped back and watched as the coal was put into the furnace of the steam engine, and the red flame illuminated the entrance of the mine, and the hot breath came to their faces.

After a while, the furnace of the steam engine boiled completely, the air pressure in the chamber increased, and the Allen-trained operators began to operate the steam engine.

Rumble, the passing rod is linked, the flywheel spins wildly, and the steam pipe pops.

All orcs had their ears erected, they heard the roar of the steam engine, and they felt the earth shake.

The face of the orc who had just touched the steam engine turned white, and he felt palpitations at the thought of touching the monster's ass just now.

You must know that when the steam engine became angry, even Mother Earth was shaking and afraid!

Then the iron hook rope that pulled the mine moved, and the mine cart was slowly pulled by the steam engine.

In the mine, there are also many orcs watching the scene of pulling mines.

The ore loading carts are connected one after another, all of which are new cars that have been recently researched, the shape has changed slightly, and there is a small mechanism, and the minecarts can be stuck up and down the minecarts, forming a tight linear connection, which is convenient for the steam engine to pull the ore.

There are two more rows of steel bars under the minecart, which are connected by violent nail strips, which are equivalent to simple railroad tracks.

The crowd watched as the carts full of mines moved, from slow to fast, and the wheels crushed the uneven road surface, making a creaking sound.

The orcs behind were taken aback, and it was the first time that the lion soldiers guarding the mine had seen more than a dozen minecarts being pulled away at the same time.

The foreman even brought the old priest Will over and asked him to see how powerful Alan was after managing the village.

Old Will is old, and his black beard is all white, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have knowledge, he just calculates the weight of a minecart, and he knows that the monster pulling the mine outside is terrifying.

"That's a dozen tons!"

"The gods are above, why do machines have such power!"

Old Will's eyes were split, his heart was cold, he was shivering with cold, and his inner outlook on life and worldview was shattered.

In less than a minute, more than a dozen mine trucks went straight to the slightly straight mine road, and were dragged out by the steam engine with the power of boiling water.

Incredible!

Incomprehensible!

Hood hid in the crowd, his palms trembling with a frightened expression.

This is the power of the gods!

And the village chief Alan is the spokesman of the gods!

Thinking of this, Hood and even the old priest, the traditional orcs, trembled all over, and they all knelt and bowed their heads to salute the oracle.