Chapter 228: The Seal Man

Several scattered boulders scattered irregularly on the surface of the river, making the already turbulent water flow here more and more violent, this is the section of the Doma River about two hundred miles away from the Iron Collar, the little gnome flew down the Doma River, the first wave of treacherous terrain encountered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In addition to these obstacles on the surface, through the clear river water, you can see the dense rocks under the water surface, sure enough, it is no wonder that the shipping of the orcs has always been zero development, not to mention that they have no shipbuilding industry at all, even if they tighten their belts and go to the human world to buy back merchant ships, it is definitely the end of the ship's destruction here.

Landing on the largest boulder, Modo took out the miner's hoe and dug hard a few times, and suddenly there was a splash of rubble.

Fortunately, these are ordinary stones, although it is a little troublesome, but as long as it takes a little effort, you can still arrange for people to directly punch a few big holes in it, and then stuff it with explosives to blast it directly, but I don't know how many such places there are in the entire section of the Doma River.

It took two days for Modo to finally come to the end of the Doma River, and the snow melted from the Kunya Snow Mountain traveled thousands of miles to finally join the mouth of the sea, and according to Modo's statistics, there were more than 300 places that needed to be blasted.

In addition, since the terrain of the entire section of the river is higher and higher towards the steel collar, if you are going against the current, there are at least seven fast-flowing river beaches that need to be pulled by human fiber in this year when the wind and manual rowing alone are the driving force.

The little dwarf squatted on the white sand, looking down and calculating the manpower and material resources needed to dredge the entire river section and attack the city, but he was in a dilemma whether to embark on this huge project.

If this project is carried out, the manpower and material resources required are too huge, even with the steel collar's current abundant funds and the speed of making money faster than robbery, it will feel relatively difficult, and it will have a great impact on the production progress of all aspects of the current territory.

But if this route is really opened, the benefits are also extremely amazing, first of all, through cheap shipping transportation, steel collars and even the production of the orc empire, appearing on the market of human society is no longer a sky-high price, but can reach a reasonable price, so that the competitiveness of the product is not a little stronger.

Secondly, whether it is the Iron Collar or the Orc Empire, there are too many materials that cannot be produced by themselves that need to be imported from the outside world, not to mention anything else, refined salt, grain and cloth alone are three big problems that cannot be directly solved.

Originally, relying on the magical natural spells of the druids, the Iron Collar achieved a bumper harvest of food, but with the doubling of the population of the territory, coupled with the huge bottomless pit of demand in the underground world, I am afraid that the transportation on land will not be able to solve this huge demand day and night, and the suitable land that can be reclaimed around the Iron Collar was all reclaimed last year.

Now the little dwarfs have faintly felt that the development of the steel collar has entered a bottleneck period, that is because of the excess production capacity, the countless commodities produced by the huge output, and the limited human caravan cannot be transported out at all, and now a large number of them are backlogged in the warehouse.

The territory's various material needs can still be met at present, but after satisfying the Steel City, there is not much left to support the underworld.

Even the little dwarf thought about whether he rode the fat dragon to the human world several times a month to act as a transportation coolie, and finally gave up this immature idea, if the secret of the more than two hundred spatial rings wrapped around his waist came out, I am afraid that even the super strong will have the urge to beat him with a dull stick.

"What's special, isn't it just a tight life, this river must be smoothed by Lao Tzu. Modo patted his thigh and made the decision, and then came up with a good idea.

This is a good thing for the country, the people, and more self-interested, and you can ask the orc empire for support, although the shabby orc empire is estimated to not be able to come up with much money and materials, but it's not too easy to support some manpower or something.

Even Mo Duo, the person in charge of this project, thought about it, his little fox and Medusa didn't have time to be in charge of this at all, and wanted to find another capable and trustworthy person, the young patriarch of the fox clan, and his cheap uncle was not officially the best candidate!

As for whether the sad uncle is willing to take charge of this hard errand, Mo Duo is not worried at all, like this kind of great good thing, His Majesty the Lion Emperor and the old lord of the God of War Temple, as long as they bring it up, they will forcibly tie people up, and they will also send the sad uncle to the construction site.

The little dwarf who made the decision relaxed, and then carefully began to liven up, since they have all come to the beach, it seems that after he came to this world, he has never tasted delicious seafood, so he shouted loudly to the bored fat dragon: "Xiao Hei Fei, the master will take you to eat something delicious, let you know what is called raw seafood." ā€

On the long coastline of the Black Stone Wasteland, there are many dotted islands of all sizes, and Modo rode on the fat dragon and flew towards a large island about twenty miles away from the coastline, and in less than a few minutes, Modo rode the fat dragon to the sky above the big island.

This is a large island with an area of 100 square kilometers, the vegetation on the island is luxuriant, at least half of the island is covered by lush forests, Modo looked down at random in the sky, he saw several small streams and a large lake, it seems that the island has abundant fresh water resources, it is really a good place.

However, before Modo could enjoy the chic scenery any more, he was attracted by the black smoke rising from the side of the island.

"Could it be that there are still indigenous tribes on this island?" Thinking of this, Modo once again drove the fat dragon in the direction of the black smoke, and then saw such a scene.

On the other side of the island is a fine harbour surrounded by two mountains, a tranquil sea, white sand beaches, coconut palms gently swaying in the sea breeze, and a pretty little village of hundreds of fine cabins.

However, this fairytale scenery was shattered by a group of cruel outsiders, and five large armed merchant ships docked on the simple dock outside the village, and a steady stream of humans brandished scimitars rushed down from the armed merchant ships and rushed towards this beautiful little village.

They roared excitedly, and easily lit one cabin after another with the torches in their hands, and then surrounded the natives in the center of the village.