Early January, Gufia grassland.
It should be a season of falling snow and desolate desolation, but this year's grasslands are unusual. Taking advantage of the winter's vacant grazing season and the large number of people unemployed, vigorous construction is underway on the grasslands.
Paved with fine gravel transported from Hanyan County in the south, wide main roads began to extend across the grassland and gradually connected the main areas of the grassland.
Road construction is the foundation of all development. After a year of large-scale construction last year, in addition to continuing road construction this year, various places have also started a campaign to build blue brick and stone houses.
While tents offer shelter from the wind, they're not very effective at keeping warm, requiring a lot of firewood to keep warm in the winter. Solid brick and stone houses, on the other hand, offer excellent insulation, keeping you warm in the winter and cool in the summer. They're also durable and suitable for living. Furthermore, with the introduction of new alfalfa cultivation, herders no longer have to migrate from place to place, allowing them to settle down.
Under the guidance of technical officials from Cransia, the orcs began to gather in tribes to build cities, and then started a new round of construction.
The gathering place of the Lion's Mane Clan, now there is a colorful circle on the frost-covered grassland, and in the center of the circle is a basin that emits heat.
Exploration by orc shamans revealed a subterranean lava river close to the surface. After a combined spell cast by nearly a hundred high-ranking shamans, the ground here parted, revealing a scorching basin of fire. Around this unique, high-temperature lava river, various metallurgical workshops began to be built, casting tools, armor, and weapons.
Today, the Lion's Mane tribe was bustling with activity. Tall and strong warriors of various races gathered here. They lined up in several long rows and received armor and weapons one by one.
"Now the Black Rock Duchy has openly invaded our borders. In accordance with the Covenant of Fire and Starlight, we orcs will recruit warriors from all races to support the battle. The selected warriors will be given appropriate weapons and armaments at designated gathering points. Then, under the leadership of the patrolling cavalry, they will march thousands of miles south to attack the Black Rock Duchy and defeat the enemy."
Tall orc propaganda officers stood on the platform, repeating these words over and over again, telling them the current situation and why they were fighting.
"glory!"
The orcs raised their strong arms high with angry expressions, as if what they were about to face was not a battlefield of life and death, but a stage of great glory.
They are naturally unwilling to be quiet and weak. The scenes of internal friction in the past due to a series of problems such as food, supplies, and racial conflicts no longer exist. Now this battle is the best time to vent the depression that has lasted for thousands of years.
They will once again unite under the same banner of the orcs, follow the oracle of the Lady of Fire, march thousands of miles south, and prove their former glory and dignity with a great holy war.
Hammers strike, sparks fly, they are quenched into shape, and handles are attached, and brand new huge battle axes and spears are produced on the assembly line.
The quartermaster, who had been waiting impatiently, ordered the soldiers to move the boxes of weapons to the outdoor distribution site so that each orc warrior could take the weapon that suited him.
"One for each person, don't crowd, everyone gets one!"
Watching the orcs in the audience excitedly touching the smooth and sharp carburized steel weapons, the quartermaster with horns also grinned.
How many years had it been since the orcs were equipped with such new and superior weapons? Was it the last Battle of Broken Bow? Or the glorious era of the Wild Fang Empire thousands of years ago? It was so long ago, so long ago that their generation could only imagine that great era in the stories of the elders.
Bang--
With a resounding bang, the forging hammer dropped high, striking the massive steel below. Tough plates of armor gradually took shape, before being further processed by the armorers. Finally, pieces of heavy plate armor, suited to the orcs' physiques, appeared at the end of the assembly line.
After passing the inspection by technical personnel, these pieces of black and gold plate armor made with special craftsmanship will be distributed to the orcs waiting to set off.
[Black Gold Plate Armor·Quick Form] (Excellent Silver Level): A quick-form armor that combines extraordinary craftsmanship with traditional armor-making technology. Although the quality is average, it can be manufactured in large quantities quickly.
This was modified by Loran Hill last year based on the Twilight Age technology left over from the system. Originally, this technology was used to make protective shells for airships in the early Twilight Age.
If we use the technology from the late Twilight Age, we can also popularize the production of coral-grade high-strength armor, which was the configuration for wars in that era. Unfortunately, nowadays, various materials, equipment, and talents are limited, so we can only mass-produce this kind of armor.
Fortunately, even as an early product, it is still ahead of the times due to the advantages of civilization technology, and its quality is much higher than that of the same-level products of the Frost Alliance.
After being given these already strong orcs, they are like a tiger with wings, and they also have good resistance to ordinary muskets.
In the forging hall, a leader holding a thick sword strode in. He was wearing heavy armor with a black background and gold edges. Judging from the sound of the heavy armor colliding, it was estimated to weigh hundreds of pounds.
"Is my helmet not ready yet?" His voice was like thunder.
The lion-mane leader's furious expression, coupled with his terrifying strength, frightened the armor craftsmen nearby. Even though they knew that under the current rule of Crancia, the orc leader would not kill indiscriminately, the pressure from his soul and transcendent core still made their hearts beat faster and sweat break out on their backs.
"Lord Leighton, please wait a moment. Your helmet has been basically forged, but the final rivet reinforcement has not been completed. It also needs to be adjusted according to the shape of your head." A human craftsman came over with an iron hammer in his hand.
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