Chapter 832： Never be a slave

At the other end of the magical continent very far away from Ailan Hill, in the barren territory of the orcs, around the dimly winding mine pit, a group of sturdy orcs are chewing on pickled vegetables and braised pork that have just been torn apart from the plastic packaging.

These foods, which have a shelf life of several months and are full of additives, are now selling pretty well outside of the Alanhill Empire. Regardless of Grecan, the Eternal Empire, or even the Norma Empire, there are factories or workshops that produce this kind of food.

Airland Hill has rarely produced such products, and now Airland Hill is transforming into high-end industrial products. Although many food processing plants remain, they are obviously much higher-end.

And high-end, often means expensive-this is not competitive in other barren areas.

On the crooked track, there were minecarts parked next to each other. These things were previously leased to the orcs empire by the Ailan Hill Empire, and now these things have been resold to the orcs, using the ore produced in the mine.

On the barren land of the orcs, there are many mineral deposits, most of which are coal mines, as well as iron ore and oil. These things are actually of little use in the hands of the orcs, but they are not the same in the hands of the Airanhill Empire.

Beast King Ericia sold the largest open-pit iron ore in Ellen Hill, which has now changed its appearance. The huge, monster-like machinery mines an astonishing amount of raw ore, which is then directly transported to the Port of Saint-Long for shipment.

The road and railway from the mine to the Port of Saint-Long were all built by Ailan Hill, which is really the legendary Ailan Hill speed.

Because it can directly profit, countless businessmen have invested day and night to make this road fully open to traffic in a few months.

"Your people have never been so prosperous." An old witch doctor, leaning on a twisted wooden crutch, looked down on the majestic orcs eating lunch from the watchtower.

Because there was no longer a need to fight, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors were disarmed and returned to the fields. With many orcs who could use labor, they immediately resumed peaceful production with the help of Ailan Hill.

Although it is not suitable for direct food production, there is no problem with growing cotton in the wasteland of the orcs. Coupled with mineral resources, the economy of the orc empire was on a rocket, and it took off within half a year.

"Yes, the orc empire has never been so strong." The Beast Emperor said in dismay or satisfaction.

Indeed, as he said, the Orc Empire has undergone earth-shaking changes in the past half a year.

Ailan Hill helped the orcs to provide suitable weapons, including standard swords, suit armor, and even 30,000 rifles and 3 million bullets.

In addition, the Airanhill Empire also provided the Orc Empire with tanks, aircraft, and even steel warships.

These things are all good things, and the combat effectiveness of the orc empire has been greatly improved as a result.

What makes the Beast King Ericia even more gratified is that his orc empire has received massive amounts of food aid, which allowed the orcs not only to resume production, but also to keep their population growing.

It stands to reason that he, 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 where he should go.

Once, he looked down on humans and felt that humans were just a bunch of poor lambs sheltered by magicians. He believes that only the power of the orcs is the capital for rampaging the magical continent.

Therefore, he advocated force, attached to the powerful dragon family, led the orcs to root in the wasteland, and tempered the strongest physique.

He has a burly bearman warrior who can fight against a human phalanx by himself. His orc wolf cavalry can smash the most elite heavy cavalry unit in mankind with only one charge.

These are the proudest things in his life, and the things that the orcs have always been proud of.

However, these things seem to be less important nowadays. In front of human tanks, the orc wolf cavalry, no matter how brightly armored, is just a poor flesh and blood body; facing the human assault rifle, no matter how tall the bearman warrior is, it is just a huge target.

Even those fighters and tanks that humans don't want, in the eyes of the orc warriors, are already powerful war machines.

At this moment, Beast King Ericia didn't know what he had been pursuing for the first half of his life.

The weakest humans have mastered the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, which is simply a great irony to the orcs. Therefore, the entire tribe has now appeared in various dissatisfaction voices.

"You are the greatest witch doctor in our tribe... I really don't know where the orcs should go now..." Ericia sighed and asked in confusion.

"Great Beast King, don't you already have the answer in your heart?" The old witch doctor with a cane smiled kindly, as if he already knew everything.

The feathers on his body trembled gently, and a dry palm stretched out from the white robe and pressed it on the strong and heavy arm of the Beast King Ericia: "So, you ask me now, it is why?"

"I can't hide anything from you." Beast King Ericia sighed again, and said, "I, my father, my grandfather...all the orc kings of all generations follow the dragons, and so do the orcs. Slaves of the Dragon Race... But, are we born inferior slaves?"

While talking, he handed a colorful old poster found from the Ailan Hill Empire to the witch doctor beside him.

The old witch doctor narrowed his eyes and barely saw the already huge printed text on it. He recognized the words on it, which meant "Mortals will never be slaves."

Above the words, there is the image of an Elanhill grenadier, wearing an M24 helmet, carrying a Mauser 98K rifle, and a grenade in his waist-this poster is old, so it is very shabby.

"Is this what Famarus found?" The old witch doctor rolled up the old propaganda poster and held it in his hand: "Do you think this is an opportunity for the orcs?"

"I want to try... If mortals can never be slaves, why can't orcs never be slaves?" The Beast Emperor looked at the witch doctor and said word by word.

"...No matter what choice you make...I will support you, Ericia..." The witch doctor turned and walked down the watchtower, looking at the orc miners who re-drilled into the mine. The smile on the face is ten times brighter than before.