"Their bottom line is definitely much lower than you think, but their forced obstruction will only make the resentment below deeper and deeper. Once it breaks out, they will be burned to pieces." Gavin told the warlords. The greed of the nobles is so confident that they will make mistakes.
Some things in this country are rotten to the core, to the point where they cannot be broken into pieces without being completely shattered.
"As long as there is sufficient financial support, this spinning mill can run day and night, and can even be further expanded. Can you handle it?" Zalanda asked worriedly.
Cotton yarn is only a semi-finished product, and it is not unsaleable, but its value cannot be compared to the value spun into cloth.
"Now that I've seen your side, I'll take you to see the situation on my side." Gavin did not explain, but was prepared to let Zalanda see what she saw.
He directly dragged her and activated the Mysnoel teleportation technique, and entered the ghost textile factory on the minus thirty-third floor of the Tower of Domination.
They moved, but they seemed not to move.
Because the machine sounds echoing in my ears are very similar, they are all mechanical rolling and clicking sounds.
It's just that compared to the spinning mill in Dalauma, the sounds here are denser, and what you can see are rows of log machines arranged very neatly.
Most of it is sitting there unused.
Only a small part was put into production, and a dark shadow circled around the machine.
Not only were the textile workers weird, but the machine was also weird. It obviously 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 them, Zalanda still associated them with a series of nouns. This was the ghost textile factory that Nicole often talked about in her ears. The scene in front of her was worthy of its name. Those who are timid can enter here. It can scare people to death.
The same situation brings completely different feelings to people.
On Darauma's side, the clicking mechanical sound gave people an illusion of vitality and full-bodied power.
But here, the clicking mechanical sound gives people a hollow and cold feeling, and the surroundings are filled with the aura of death.
Gavin pointed to the looms that had not yet been put into production and said: "I have prepared the machinery and the workers have already been in place. They are just waiting for you to have a large amount of cotton yarn over there. As soon as the cotton yarn is in place, there will be With the rotation, not only ordinary canvas can be mass-produced, but also semi-magical cloth and shadow cloth can be mass-produced.
My next plan is to build a garment factory to mass-produce finished clothing. "
"Are you planning to wipe out the entire industrial chain from beginning to end?" Zalanda couldn't help but widen her eyes and said, "Won't your garment factory also prepare to use these 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 my recruitment of ghost workers. I can't recruit as many as I 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 ghosts." Workers have come out, and garment factories are intensive industries without much technical content. Just build ordinary factories. By then, whether it is Dalauma or in the valley, garment factories can be built and creativity can be created. More labor jobs.”
If the Tower of Domination had not been perfectly integrated with the Vizeme Manor, amplifying its carrying capacity tenfold, the scale of the Shadow Textile Factory would have been even smaller, and it could only produce magic cloth, but would have no time to produce ordinary cloth.
Even the current production layout is temporary and will be adjusted with the scale of production, especially Gavin's needs.
When enough manpower and material resources are available, it is very likely that ordinary cloth production will be dismantled and ordinary textile factories will be built.
"Then I'm looking forward to your new move." Zalanda believed that the garment factory Gavin mentioned was definitely different from what she knew, and it might 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 himself."
"What urgent military affairs?" Gavin raised his eyebrows. Are those drow elves taking action again? When did their operational efficiency become so high?
"This..." Daphne glanced at Zalanda involuntarily.
Gavin waved his hand and said, "Although Ms. Zalanda is not an outsider."
Daphne then spoke: "The Blood Claw Legion has arrived nearby, and General Blood Claw is in the Tower of Domination."
"We're finally here." Gavin had an unconcealable smile on his 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 others, it is better to strengthen your own confidence.
This kind of deployment of troops thousands of miles away, especially when you are not personally leading the team, involves too many variables.
Whether Blood Claw and the others keep their promise is only one aspect. If they provoke someone they shouldn't provoke along the way, it would not be a strange thing if they change hands and are wiped out.
After all, they were an out-and-out monster army, and the food supplies they brought with them were relatively limited, so they had to deal with some of them on their own along the way.
Is it possible that you expect them to trade?
Must have been obtained directly from the local natives - the looting method.
Although before leaving, Gavin had repeatedly told Bloodclaw to try to avoid provoking those intelligent races, especially those human cities, and to avoid them as much as possible, because if they were not careful, they would stir up a hornet's nest.
But when they get to the road, they have to act cheaply.
Now that the kite with its broken string had finally flown to its destination, he could take the opportunity to tie the string.
"Let's go take a look together." Gavin sensed the location of the blood claw for a while, and without any explanation, he dragged Zalanda directly in front of the hobgoblin warlord.
As if sensing the magic fluctuations, the hobgoblin warlord suddenly took a step back, leaning against the crystal wall, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.
But the next second, he thrust it back in faster, held the sword in both hands, and said loudly: "The Blood Claw has seen the Lord."
"Please get up, please get up, General Bloodclaw, please get up quickly." Gavin hurriedly stepped forward to help the hobgoblin warlord himself, patted his thick arm affectionately and said, "Come on, let me introduce you to each other. , this is Ms. Zalanda, the city lord of Dalauma, this is Ms. Daphne, the internal affairs manager of Mys Noel, this is the General Blood Claw I often mentioned to you, and we were also considered If you don’t fight, you won’t get to know each other. There will be many places where the three of you 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 still caution in that respect. At least he would never show his back to him.
It's different now. She hugs his shoulders affectionately, regardless of race, like a close friend who has been away for many years.
But after thinking about it, it seems reasonable for this situation to occur.
After all, he traveled thousands of miles and led the army as promised, which proved his loyalty to him.
"It is my greatest honor to be helped by General Bloodclaw." Zalanda also had unconcealable joy on her face.
Although this hobgoblin warlord was not loyal to her, it was almost the same. This gave her finally 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: "You are not too slow. Where did you come from?"
It had only taken twenty-two days since Blood Claw and the others set off, and the straight-line distance between the two places was more than 1,200 kilometers, so they would have to walk at least more than 2,000 kilometers to take a detour.
Blood Claw sat upright and explained concisely: "After we left the Land of Three Rivers, we went straight to Sambia and occupied a fishing village on the coast. They used their fishing boats to cross the Longhu Strait overnight and cut directly into the area near Ivanso. The Giant Plains, and then arrived at Tessel along the Schilminster Forest. As soon as they arrived here, they heard about the reputation of the Lord here, so they went to look for it on their own initiative. The Lord was indeed a very human being and did extraordinary things. No matter where he goes, he will be famous all over the world."
Bloodclaw's admiration for Gavin comes from the bottom of his heart.
It is impossible to say that he did not have any evil intentions during this large-scale deployment of troops.
After all, being subordinate to others and having absolute autonomy are completely different things.
But when it was actually put into operation, it was discovered that there were many difficulties.
The True God's Blood Oath's ability to bind ordinary hobgoblins is much greater than Bloodclaw imagined.
After all, the temptation of power is relatively small for them.
Because regardless of whether they follow Bloodclaw's betrayal or not, they will eventually be inferior to others and bear huge risks.
This is just an internal reason. If he really wants to do it, as long as he gives Blood Claw a period of time to operate, he can replace the entire army with cronies who are willing to follow him and betray him. After all, he has direct control over this army, let alone raising or lowering it. In just one thought of his own, he even controls the power of life and death.
But there is another powerful external factor that cannot be ignored, and that is Gavin's incredible methods and ubiquitous influence.
He had seen with his own eyes the terrifying size of the Mother Dragon Oak Tree, and the details of Gavin's Dragon Oak Territory over there. It was just like an iceberg hidden on the water. What outsiders saw was just a small tip. It was much bigger. The others are lurking beneath the surface.
The two fights between me and him resulted in a bloody head-on collision. It was not an accident, but an inevitable one.
From beginning to end, the two are not on the same scale, whether in terms of development speed or development pattern.
Just when he was racking his brains to expand his influence through war and recruit hobgoblins and goblins.
They have long since 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 other party's influence was everywhere.
From the mouths of those Sambian humans, they heard the curse-like name repeatedly.
A nouveau riche who became a millionaire thanks to his magic wine.
A dragon slayer with no extraordinary class levels.
The man who destroyed the Sambian mercenaries with a nine-level spell called Revenge Storm.
It wasn't until they crossed the Dragon Bay that this sound gradually subsided.
But after crossing the Giant Plains, the name popped up again, and the closer to Tethyr, the louder the name became.
The man behind Zalanda, the Chosen Goddess of Strategy, the victorious general, and the Lord of Darauma City.
Destroyer of the original temple of Moandor, the corrupted god.
Restarter of the lost elf city Myth Noel.
When he heard the description of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, Bloodclaw knew that this was by no means the same name. This Gaiwen was Bigavin, and the sacred tree was the Dragon Oak Mother Tree they had stayed at before.
In the short time they set out from the valley to Tethyr, they had completed a new strategic layout and prepared a city here waiting for them.
The speed of development is appalling.
Bloodclaw would betray such an existence only if he was mentally retarded.
Following him unswervingly and riding the wind is the wisest choice. The little bit that leaks from the opponent's fingers is more and bigger than what he has racked his brains to develop.
And deploying troops thousands of miles away is the best way to make a name for yourself. As long as you arrive with your troops and return to life, the other party's trust in you will skyrocket.
Facts have proved that this is also true. Just look at Gavin's affectionate attitude towards him. This is treatment that he has never had before.
Gavin and the others didn't know that the hobgoblin warlord with a serious expression in front of them had so many thoughts rolling through his mind.
In particular, Gavin and Zalanda couldn't help but look at each other. They had been discussing the immigration route of Dalauma before, but now a ready-made intelligence agent came to their door.
Gavin immediately asked: "Is your journey from Ivanso to Tethyr easy?"
"It's a good walk." Blood Claw couldn't help but grin. "The road was very smooth along the way, and the supplies were very sufficient. Not only did we have sufficient food, but there was also a steady stream of soldiers. Along the way, the total strength of the Blood Claw Corps not only remained unchanged. We lost even a little bit, but instead increased by more than 500, and now have 500 hobgoblin wolf cavalry and 1,500 elite infantry, plus 2,000 goblin miscellaneous servants."
hiss!
Bloodclaw's answer made Gavin and Zalanda gasp.
With just a few words, they could hear the strong smell of blood.
What the fuck is it like to leave?
This Blood Claw Legion didn't come over here, but they came here killing them along the way, the kind with heads rolling in.
Bloodclaw just said that the total strength of the troops was not compromised at all, and he did not say that the troops he brought from the rocky land were not compromised at all.
Instead, new blood was exchanged for old blood, and the hobgoblins collected along the way were used to replenish the blood claw army. They even directly recruited goblin servants like ordinary hobgoblin legions.
A legion composed of two thousand big goblins and two thousand goblins is a powerful force that cannot be ignored anywhere.
"General Bloodclaw did a great job, better than I imagined." The only thing Gavin could do was to send his own words of praise.
This also proved in disguise the military commanding ability of the Blood Claw. It mobilized troops thousands of miles away and increased its strength instead of decreasing. This was not something ordinary people could do.
Although this has something to do with the racial characteristics of hobgoblins joining the strong, the premise is that you have to prove that you are strong and worthy of their following, otherwise they will be more interested in enslaving you.
Gavin thought about it for a while and told the truth: "To be honest with General Bloodclaw, I have reached an agreement with the Lord of Zalanda to carry out a large-scale immigration from this place, no less than tens of thousands of people. If we follow your old path, Do you think it’s feasible?”
Since the other party has proven his loyalty, he should not live up to this loyalty.
He plans to gradually incorporate the Blood Claws and his Blood Claw Legion into his huge plan.
People are not static, even Gavin is no exception.
He had previously maintained a strong sense of precaution against both the Dog Demon and the Blood Claw.
To a certain extent, it is a lack of confidence in one's own strength.
In fact, the easiest way to deal with such lawful evil beings who naturally admire the strong is to keep themselves strong, a kind of power that they look up to and cannot have the desire to pursue. They will naturally be loyal and very good. use.
Currently, two-thirds of Gavin's most comfortable tools are the so-called evil ones. This is the case with Daphne, the Dog Demon, and now the Blood Claw is also the case.
As his achievements grew, so did his courage and confidence, which can be seen in the change in his attitude towards Bloodclaw.
From the beginning, defense was greater than use, to the company's defense and use in large-scale deployments of troops, to the current preparations, which are entrusted with heavy use.
"Thousand-mile migration?" Poker, the hobgoblin warlord, also had a look of surprise on his face.
Deploying troops thousands of miles away is legendary enough.
Now he actually wants to emigrate from thousands of miles away. I dare not say that it is unprecedented, but it is definitely rare. It is estimated that only the master in front of him can do this.
But it is undeniable that once successful, the benefits will be huge.
This will directly turn a wasteland into a human territory and create a new city.
However, immigration from thousands of miles away and troop deployment from thousands of miles away are two completely different things. Especially for the human race, their life of hiding behind city walls all year round makes most of them less able to survive in the wilderness than even a goblin fool.
Especially the lord's attitude towards his subordinates is different from their attitude towards the hobgoblin subordinates. He will not treat them as consumables. He definitely wants to take them all from here to the valley.
After thinking about the matter thoroughly, Bloodclaw cautiously said: "It's not that there are no flaws here. There are many places with overgrown weeds, especially the Giant Plains. It seems to be shrouded by strange laws. Not only are many creatures larger than The average size is about half to one size. Even the size of the plants does not match the ordinary size. In many places, even the wolf cavalry will be swallowed up by weeds. It is very easy to ambush and be ambushed. Most of our troops It’s added here.”
(End of chapter)
