Inviting all the dwarves in charge of the Rondo tribe to the territory of the raiding group is equivalent to inviting the king into the urn. Captain Cao knew very well that no matter how much he said, it could not compare to the kind of impact they had seen with their own eyes, and when they stayed in the mud snail for a few days, they would not even need Captain Cao to catch turtles in the urn, and they would think about it themselves.

The Raiders weren't big ships, but for these Flame Dwarves who had been living in poverty, they needed the most life-saving piece of driftwood. When the time comes, I am afraid that if I want them to let go, they may not be willing, as soon as I think of this, Head Cao can't help but want to laugh out loud, this is indeed God help me.

"Master Cao, is this heaven?" Before he crossed the moat, Sanders, a dwarven elder who was over two hundred years old, almost burst into tears. Although he was even higher in the tribe than Rondo, he did not dare to be called a brother to Captain Cao like Rondo.

Honest and simple, he learned from Captain Cao's braggadocio that the citizens of the Development Alliance were known for Captain Cao, and he had a soft mouth to eat people, and Sanders also learned this name. It's not just Sanders, but the dwarven elders who have gray beards all call Captain Cao that, and they are all about to call Captain Cao a long life.

The source of Sanders's emotion was simply the smell of sake lees, even outside the village. And this rich fragrance made a group of dwarves unable to find the north again. This kind of environment confirms the cattle that Captain Cao bragged, such a place is a paradise for dwarves.

"My dear friends, this is not a paradise, it is only a temporary place for the despicable to stay. You're welcome when you come here, when you're in your own home, I'll be anxious with whoever sees outside. Captain Cao nodded with satisfaction, and from the eyes of these dwarves, he had already read the eager desire.

If it was said that these little dwarfs were already very shocked outside the mud snail secluded land, then after walking into the mud snail secluded land. It made them feel that their previous outlook on life was about to be subverted. It doesn't look like a common phenomenon in the Exiled Realm, it doesn't seem to belong to a single race, as Captain Cao described, it's a harmonious community of multiple ethnic interdependence. Idyllic and laid-back, this is what a group of dwarves read from the faces of the people who live here.

Rat people, hyena people, orcs, goblins, these are some of the most intelligent races notorious in the Exiled Realm, and the flaming dwarves of the Rondo tribe have always thought so. Almost all of these people are from a specific identity, grave robbers, robbers, thieves, and liars. This has long been the law of the Realm of Exile.

Generally speaking, when encountering people from these intelligent races, the flame dwarves are all respectful and refuse to be with them. But the creatures I saw here were all dressed like dogs, and they spoke politely, and there was no sign of the brutal and arrogant side at all, and their kindness and friendliness put even the flaming dwarves who looked at them with colored glasses to shame.

Resources are uniformly allocated by the high-level of the raiding group and the development alliance, and the people here eat a big pot of rice, smoke and alcohol. Need to pay. It's just a 9-to-5, two-day break every seven days. And their productive work, in the eyes of the dwarves, can only be called play, and they make iron for half a day. They sweat more than they sweat all year long. When you are thirsty, you have wine to drink, and when you are hungry, you have meat to eat, and you don't have to worry about anything.

It's just this kind of life that makes these dwarves can't help but want to sign up to become citizens of the Development Alliance. To be able to settle in such a paradise. Probably the dream of every native of the Exiled Realm. Even though the people in the mud snail are very polite and friendly, the dwarves dressed in rags still have a sense of inferiority. In their opinion, whether it is the people of the raiding regiment or the people of the development alliance. Their sense of superiority seems to be innate.

"What you just saw is the wine production workshop of our raiding group, what do you think?" Captain Cao looked at the group of dwarves with a smile, and he focused his visit entirely on the wine workshop, which was undoubtedly the most interesting place for the dwarves. Even after visiting the row of drinking workshops, the dwarves' out-of-body souls have not yet returned.

Just now, Sanders even knelt in front of a pile of lees with tears in his eyes, eager to plunge into the pile of sake lees and suffocate himself to death. If he did, he would have been the happiest member of the dwarven clan to ever die. Sanders is also the oldest and oldest of the Rondo tribe, and the other dwarves can be imagined.

Only Rondo had to be a little more promising, and he didn't say anything along the way. Rondo didn't dare to open his mouth, he was the patriarch of the tribe anyway, and he was also a leader when he came to visit a friendly country this time. If one fails to hold back what he says inappropriately, it is equivalent to losing face in front of the masses of friendly countries. Even in the face of the well-dressed and well-fed natives of the mud snail land, Rondo, whose clothes were patched, still managed to hold his head high, saving the last bit of face for his tribe.

"Oh my God, there are thirty large liquor workshops! No wonder you can use good wine to wash the floor......" Sanders's face was out of shape, but his mind was clear. Along the way, he even remembered how many liquor workshops he visited. Dwarves are not sensitive to numbers, but Sanders has upended this public perception.

"What's that? In the near future, my drinking workshops will reach three hundred, or even three thousand!" said Captain Cao, grinning, and began to brag again.

"What are you doing with so many liquor workshops, isn't it a waste to run out of drinks now?" Rondo frowned, questioning. Thinking of Captain Cao's violent handwritings, Rondo felt distressed. And Rondo was completely concerned as a friend, and since the consumption within the raiding group was completely satisfied, why bother to expand these liquor production lines again?

"Of course it is! You don't want to think about it, but every day there are people who want to join our development alliance. In time, the number of people in the Development Alliance will increase considerably, and I will work hard to ensure that every citizen of the Alliance has good food and clothing. Head Cao said half-jokingly and half-seriously, this is indeed the goal he has always set for himself.

"Isn't there a threshold for this development alliance?" Rondo was obviously led by the nose by Captain Cao, and asked to himself. If before he came, Rondo was only thinking of drinking a drink, but now his mind has changed drastically.

It's not that Rondo doesn't know how embarrassing it is for such a large group of people to drag those giant trailers that have been processed overnight to come here to get Captain Cao's things, but Rondo can't help it, many of the clansmen have not known the smell of alcohol for months. But Rondo also knows the character of his people, they all belong to the kind of goods that have a little stock at home and become a cow to drink, and when they don't have it, they complain about it, and even come to Rondo to find a way. When it came to drinking, the dwarves never knew what it meant to be economical.

As a leader, Rondo had to think carefully and take a long-term view. No matter how generous and selfless Head Cao is, he will let them take the wine this time. What if the drinks run out again this time? Do you want Rondo to come to Captain Cao again with a shy face? There is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no free lunch in the Exiled Realm. Even if there is enough food and clothing in the mud snail secluded land, there is still so much money to feed Captain Cao.

Thinking about it, Rondo felt that Captain Cao was much more successful than the head of his own clan. The harmonious community he built here, free from racial discrimination, was something that Rondo could never have imagined. Therefore, Rondo instantly thought of a solution, that is, to bring his people to become a member of the development alliance. Only in this way can he get closer to the good days, and he, the patriarch, will not be anxious again and again.

"You have also seen who we are in the Development Alliance, no matter what your previous identity was, no matter what bad things you have done, even if you have bad deeds...... However, as long as you have a good heart and a willingness to accept the transformation of the organization, then the alliance will open its arms to you. Captain Cao put on a compassionate posture again, but in fact, his heart was about to pop out of his chest.

"Let's put it this way, we all respect you as a selfless and friendly friend, but we Flame Dwarves never take anything from a friend for nothing. It's a pity that we have few people, and we don't have anything to get out of, even if we want to do a fair deal with you, it's difficult to do it......" Rondo said frankly with a lonely face, hesitated for a moment, and then Rondo continued: "The organization of the Development Alliance is very unique in my personal opinion, and I want to bring my people to participate in the grand event, rather than being the kind of wine and meat friend who will only reach out to you to ask for something." Are there any hard and fast requirements for joining the Development Alliance?"

"You will see this, as I have already said, as long as you, like the citizens of the Union, put aside all the prejudices of each other and stifle the tendency of racial discrimination. Then you are all good comrades, and no one will refuse a mentor like you. As for the requirements, those are all non-existent things, and I will never let the citizens of the Development Alliance do anything for me, and every thing you see is that they do it spontaneously. If you have any ability, you will contribute it to the benefit of everyone. It is this selflessness of all of us that has made us prosperous today. Captain Cao patted Rondo's shoulder earnestly.

"Dwarves have strengths, giants have shortcomings. We don't have dwarven members yet, and if you join us, it will be of great help to the future of our Development Alliance. Your forging skills will give our farmers the best farming tools and our warriors the most reliable second life. I've been searching in the Exiled Realm for so long, and I've been looking for a reliable compatriot like you!"

Seeing that the dwarves were all fascinated, Captain Cao extended an olive branch without hesitation...... (To be continued......)