Author: Night Knight

"Their bottom line is much lower than I thought. If they forcefully stop it, the resentment in the east will become deeper and deeper. Once it breaks out, it will burn them to pieces." Gai Wen

If those warlords and nobles are too confident in their greed, they will definitely make a mistake.

In that country, some things are rotten to the core, to the point where it cannot be destroyed without being completely shattered.

"As long as there are enough funds to support it, the spinning mill can run all night long, and it can even be further expanded. Is it acceptable to me?" Zalanda asked with some worry.

Cotton yarn is not a semi-finished product and cannot be sold, but its value is not comparable to that of spinning into cloth.

"Now that you've seen my side, take me to see the situation on his side." Gavin did not explain, but was prepared to let Zalanda see what he saw.

He directly dragged her and activated the Mysnoel teleportation technique, and entered the ghost textile factory on the minus 33rd floor of the Tower of Domination.

They moved, but they seemed not to move.

Because the machine sound echoing in my ears is very similar, not the clicking sound of mechanical rolling and impacting.

Compared to the spinning mill in Darauma, the sounds there are denser and clearer, and the rows of neatly packed log machines are there.

Most of them are sitting there unused.

A small part of it was put into production, and a man with a dark name, Yongxuan, circled around the machine.

Not only were the textile workers weird, but the machine was also weird. It clearly didn't have any yarn or any driving device. It just made a clicking sound, and then spit out the fine black cloth that was hard to distinguish from the real thing.

.

Although it was the first time she saw it, Zalanda mistook them with a series of nouns, that is, the ghost textile factory that Nicole often talked about in her ears. The scene in front of her was worthy of its name.

Entering there will scare you to death.

The same situation gives people completely different feelings.

On the Darauma side, the clicking mechanical sound gave people a strong sense of power, full of strong illusions.

But there, the clicking mechanical sound gave people a hollow and cold feeling, and the surroundings were filled with the aura of death.

Gavin pointed to the looms that were not yet in production and said: "The machinery is all ready, and the workers have already been in place. They are just waiting for a large amount of cotton yarn from me to be in place. I hope that as soon as the cotton yarn is in place, there will be

It will follow the rotation, and it can not only mass-produce ordinary canvas, but also semi-magical cloth and shadow cloth.

His further plan is to build a garment factory to mass-produce finished clothing."

"Am I prepared to wipe out the entire industrial chain from beginning to end?" Zalanda couldn't help but widen her eyes and said, "My garment factory will not also prepare to use those ghost workers to build ghost garments.

Factory?"

No matter how you think about it, it is an extremely awkward thing for the dead to make clothes for the living.

Gavin shook his head and said: "There are restrictions on recruiting ghost workers. You can recruit as many as you want. One ghost textile factory has already taken up a large part of the resources. It will have to continue to expand in the future. There is no way to recruit more."

The ghost workers have emerged, and garment factories are intensive industries without much technical content. Just build ordinary factories. By then, no matter whether it is Dalauma or not, garment factories can be built in the valley.

It will probably create more jobs."

If the Tower of Domination was not perfectly integrated with the Vizeme Manor, amplifying its carrying capacity tenfold, the scale of the Shadow Textile Factory would be even smaller, and it would be able to produce magic cloth instead of ordinary cloth.

Even the current production layout is temporary and will be adjusted according to the scale of production, especially Gavin's needs.

When enough manpower and material resources are available, ordinary cloth production will be dismantled to build ordinary textile factories.

"Then he will be looking forward to my new moves." Zalanda believed that the garment factory Gavin mentioned must be different from what she knew, and maybe Yong Wai would bring her new surprises.

"I have met the lord, and I have met the lady." Daphne appeared silently not far from the two of them, "There is an urgent military matter that needs to be handled by the lord personally."

"What urgent military affairs?" Gavin raised his eyebrows. Are those drow elves taking action again? When did their action efficiency become so high?

"That..." Daphne glanced at Zalanda involuntarily.

Gavin waved his legs and said, "Be that as it may, Ms. Zalanda is not a stranger."

Daphne then spoke: "The Blood Claw Legion has arrived nearby, and General Blood Claw is in the Tower of Domination."

"We're finally here." A smile that couldn't be concealed appeared on Gavin's face, and a huge boulder hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Don't look at his vows to Zalanda and Nora that the hobgoblin army led by Bloodclaw will definitely come as promised, and even made a bet with Nora.

But rather than convincing them, it's better to strengthen your own confidence.

There are too many variables involved in deploying troops thousands of miles away, especially if they are not led by themselves.

Whether Blood Claw and the others keep their promise is not a matter of fact. If they were in the middle of the road and provoked people they shouldn't have provoked, and then turned around and were wiped out by others, it wouldn't be a strange thing.

After all, they are an out-and-out monster army, and they carry limited food supplies, so they need to take care of some of them by themselves along the way.

Do I expect them to trade?

Must have been obtained directly from the local Aboriginal legs - the raiding method.

Although before leaving, Gavin had repeatedly told the Blood Claws to avoid provoking those intelligent races as much as possible, especially those human cities, and to avoid them as much as possible, because if you are not careful, you may stir up a hornet's nest.

But once Zhai Luo arrives, they will have to act cheaply.

Now the kite with its string broken finally reached its destination, and he could take the opportunity to tie the string.

"Hey, let's go take a look." Gavin sensed the location of Yidong Blood Claw, and without any explanation, he dragged Zalanda directly in front of the hobgoblin warlord.

As if sensing the magic fluctuation, the hobgoblin warlord suddenly took a step back, leaning against the crystal wall, with the long sword in his leg unsheathed.

But Fudong inserted it back in a second, faster, leaning on the sword with both legs, and said loudly: "The Blood Claw has seen the lord."

"Please get up, please get up, General Bloodclaw, please get up quickly." Gavin rushed forward to help the hobgoblin warlord himself, patted his thick arm with great affection and said, "Come on, come on, introduce us to each other.

On the other hand, that Ms. Fuzalanda, the lord of Dalauma, that Ms. Fadephany, the foreign affairs director of Myth Noel, that General Bloodclaw he often mentioned to us, back then

Even if they don’t know each other, there will be many places where the three of us need to work together in the future.”

Gavin's extraordinary enthusiasm made the hobgoblin warlord a little flattered.

In the rocky area, although Gavin gave him enough respect, he clearly felt that there was a lot of caution in that respect. At least he would never show his back to him.

It was different now. There was no difference in race at all. She hugged his shoulders affectionately, just like a close friend who had been separated for many years.

But if you think about it again, that situation seems to be reasonable.

After all, he had traveled thousands of miles and led his army as promised, which had proven his loyalty to him.

"It would be his greatest honor to have General Bloodclaw's help." Zalanda's face also had unconcealable joy.

Although the hobgoblin warlord was not loyal to her, it was almost the same. It finally gave her hope to completely solve the problem of goblins in the marching mountains.

After they got to know each other and sat down again, Gavin couldn't help but asked with concern: "Our speed is not too slow. Where did we come from?"

From the time Bloodclaw and the others set out to the present, it had only taken twenty-two days, and the straight-line distance between the two places was more than 1,200 kilometers, so they had to take a detour of at least 2,000 kilometers.

Bloodclaw walked away attentively and explained concisely: "After they left the land of three rivers, they went straight to Sambia and occupied a fishing village on the coast. They used their fishing boats to cross the Longhu Strait overnight and started from near Ivanso.

Cutting directly into the Giant Plains, and then arriving at Tessel along the Schilminster Forest, I heard about the reputation of the lord here as soon as I arrived, so I went to look for it on my own initiative. The lord is indeed very human and behaves very well.

No matter where you go, you will be famous all over the world."

Is Gai Wen's admiration genuine?

If he didn't have any evil intentions at all during that large-scale troop deployment, then that's impossible.

After all, being subordinate to others and having absolute autonomy are completely different things.

But if we wait until it is actually put into operation, we will find that there are many difficulties.

The binding power of the True God's Bloodsworn and ordinary hobgoblins is far greater than Bloodclaw's imagination.

After all, the temptation of power is less harmful to them.

Because regardless of whether they followed Bloodclaw's betrayal or not, they always wanted to be inferior to others, and they always wanted to bear huge risks.

Then there are no external factors. If you really want to do it, just give Bloodclaw a period of time to operate. He can replace the entire army with cronies who are willing to follow him in betrayal. After all, he has direct control over that army.

It only depends on one's own thoughts whether to rise or fall, and even the power of life and death is controlled by oneself.

But there are powerful external factors that cannot be ignored, namely Gavin’s incredible legs and his ubiquitous influence.

Could he have seen with his own eyes the terrifying size of the Mother Dragon Oak Tree? Has he seen with his own eyes the true nature of Gavin's Dragon Oak Territory? It's like an iceberg hidden in the water. What outsiders see is just a small tip, and more.

The bigger ones are lurking to the east of the water.

The two times I had sex with him, both of which resulted in severe head injuries, were not accidental, but inevitable.

From beginning to end, the two are not of the same order of magnitude, regardless of the speed of development or the pattern of development.

Just when he was racking his brains to expand his influence through war and recruit hobgoblins and goblins.

They have long broken the shackles of race and expanded their influence among other races.

In the short period of a month or two when he was hidden in the snow, he turned around and expanded his own territory on the human side.

On a fairy midsummer night, an unlimited teleportation transported them across hundreds of kilometers from the rocky land to the valley.

After setting off from the valley, I thought that the sky was high enough for birds to fly, and the sea was wide enough for fish to jump.

But suddenly I discovered that the influence of the wrong party was everywhere.

From the mouths of those Sambian humans, they repeatedly heard the curse-like name.
To be continued...