Chapter 830
My Empire Chapter 830
2020-11-03
Chapter 830 832 Never be a slaveOn the other side of the magical continent far away from Alanhill, in the barren territory of the orcs, dark and winding Around the serpentine mine, a group of sturdy orcs were gnawing at the pickles and braised meat that had just been torn apart from the plastic packaging.
These months-long shelf-life, additive-laden foods are now selling fairly well outside the Alanhill empire. Whether it is Greken, the Eternal Empire, or even the Norma Empire, there are factories or workshops that produce such foods.
Alanhill has produced very few of these products, and now Alanhill is transitioning to high-end industrial products. Although there are still many food processing factories, they are obviously more high-end.
And high-end, often means expensive - which is not competitive in other barren areas.
On the crooked tracks, minecarts are parked next to each other. These things were previously leased to the Orc Empire by the Alanhill Empire, and now these things have been resold to the Orcs, using the ore produced in the mines.
In the barren lands of the orcs, there are many deposits, mostly coal, as well as iron ore and oil. These things are of little use in the hands of orcs, but not in the hands of the Alanhill Empire.
The Beastmaster Ericcia sold the largest open-pit iron ore in his hand to Alanhill, and now the place has changed. Huge, rare beast-like machinery mines staggering quantities of raw ore, which is then shipped directly to the Sacred Dragon port for shipment.
The road and railway from the mine to the Sacred Dragon port are all built by Alanhill, which is really the legendary Alanhill speed.
Because of the direct profit, countless businessmen have invested day and night to make this path fully open to traffic within a few months.
"Your people have never been so rich." An old Witch Doctor leaned on a twisted wooden cane, overlooking the burly orcs eating their lunch from a watchtower.
Because there was no need to fight anymore, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were disarmed and returned to their fields, and with the help of Alanhill, peaceful production was immediately restored.
Although it is not suitable for direct food production, the orc wasteland has no problem growing cotton. Coupled with the mineral resources, the economy of the Orc Empire was like a rocket, and it started to take off within half a year.
"Yeah, the Orc Empire has never been so powerful." The Beast Emperor didn't know whether to be satisfied or frustrated.
As he said, Heaven and Earth turned upside down during the more than half a year of the orc empire in the past.
Alanhill provided the Beastman Race with the right weapons, including a standard long sword, suit armor, and even 30,000 rifles with 3 million rounds of ammunition.
In addition, the Alanhill Empire provided the Orc Empire with tanks, aircraft, and even steel warships.
These things are all good things, and the battle strength of the Orc Empire has been greatly improved.
What makes Beastmaster Ericcia even more gratifying is that his orc empire has received massive amounts of food aid, which has allowed the Beastman Race not only to restore production, but also to keep their population growing.
It stands to reason that the king of the orcs should be very happy to see such a situation.
However, he couldn't be happy because his faith was shaken and he didn't know what to do with him.
Once, he looked down on human beings, thinking that human beings were just a group of poor lambs sheltered by magicians. He believes that only the power of the orcs is the capital of the rampant magic continent.
Therefore, he advocates martial power, attaches to the powerful Dragon Clan, leads the orcs to take root in wasteland, and temper the most powerful physique.
He has a burly bear warrior who can fight a human phalanx alone. His orc wolf cavalry can overwhelm the most elite heavy cavalry units in a single charge.
These were the things he was most proud of in his life, and the things Beastman Race has always been proud of.
However, these days, these things seem to be less important. In front of human tanks, the wolf cavalry of the Beastman Race, no matter how brightly armored they are, are just poor flesh and blood; in the face of human assault rifles, no matter how tall the bear warriors are, they are nothing but huge targets.
Even, those fighter jets and tanks that humans don't want are already powerful war machines in the eyes of the warriors of the Beastman Race.
At this moment, the Beast King Ericcia doesn't even know what he has been pursuing for the first half of his life.
The weakest human beings have mastered the power of destroying heaven extinguishing earth, which is a great irony for Beastman Race, so the whole tribe now has all kinds of dissatisfied voices.
"You are the greatest Witch Doctor in our tribe...I really don't know where the current orcs should go..." Ericcia sighed, asked in confusion.
"Great Beast King, don't you already have the answer in your heart?" The old Witch Doctor leaning on crutches smiled kindly, as if he already knew everything.
The feathers on his body trembled slightly, and a dry palm stretched out from the white robe and pressed it on the sturdy and heavy arm of Beast King Ericcia: "So, Why are you asking me now?"
"I can't hide anything from you." Beast King Ericcia sighed again and said, "I, my father, my grandfather ...The kings of the orcs of all dynasties all follow Dragon Clan, and the orcs are also the slaves of Dragon Clan...But, are we born inferior slaves?"
He said, and put a colorful Yes, found an old poster from the Alanhill Empire and handed it to the Witch Doctor beside him.
Old Witch Doctor squinted, barely making out the already huge print on it, which he recognized meant "Mortals will never be slaves".
Above the words, there is an image of Alanhill Grenadier, wearing an M24 helmet, carrying a Mauser 98K rifle, and a grenade in his waist - this poster is old, so it is very old.
"This is what Famarus found?" The old Witch Doctor rolled up the old promotional poster and squeezed it in his palm: "Do you think this is an orc chance?"
"I want to try... If mortals can never be slaves, why can't orcs never be slaves?" The Beast King looked at Witch Doctor and said word by word.
"...whatever choice you make...I'm with you, Ericcia..." Doctor Witch turned and walked down the watchtower, watching as those who re-drilled in The orc miners in the mine, the smiles on their faces are ten times brighter than before.
(end of this chapter)