Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 244 The Orcs' Farewell

Elder Muyu is practically selling now.

He knew all too well the power of the Great Xia's weapons.

The equipment we purchased earlier has all demonstrated tremendous combat power, and is countless times more effective than bows and arrows!

They desperately need rifles that can spit fire and indestructible steel war machines to reclaim their homeland, which has been invaded by the demons!

More weapons mean more gold coins.

But now, the order limit is stuck at 28 million gold coins.

Seeing Elder Mu Yu's anxious expression, Lin Mo helplessly shrugged.

"Elder, your transaction amount is already much higher than that of the Holy Human Race."

"Our permanent portal is not yet built, which severely limits our delivery capabilities."

"Don't worry, there will definitely be more collaborations later on."

Elder Muyu felt much better upon hearing that there were more of them than the Holy Human Race.

That's just how people are; they worry about scarcity rather than inequality.

Moreover, Lin Mo's words made sense. At present, Great Xia only has an army in Terra, and its trading capabilities are still too weak compared to a country.

Holding the equipment trade list provided by the Great Xia, he gave the same answer: he needed to discuss the specific quantity of weapons and equipment with his tribesmen before leaving the command tent.

This is the second collaboration between the two parties, and given how long they've been working together, there hasn't been much of a negotiation process.

As the heads of the delegation, both Kyle and Elder Muyu had the power to decide on this transaction negotiation.

After seeing off the two wealthy guests, Lin Mo stepped out of the tent and stretched his limbs.

The sea breeze carries a hint of saltiness, yet it invigorates the spirit.

He had just stretched out his arms when he saw Warwick, the orc leader, and Grom striding towards him.

"Commander Lin," Warwick's voice was deep and powerful.

Lin Mo lowered his arm and greeted him with a smile:

"Lord Warwick, good afternoon! How are your people settling in?"

"Are you having any problems with your life and studies?"

Warwick nodded emphatically upon hearing this.

This movement made the muscles in his neck clearly defined.

"Thank you for Da Xia's generosity!"

"The tribespeople have been eating well and sleeping soundly these past few days."

"This is one of the few happy times we've had since the Demon War began."

"Our people... all enjoy being with you Great Xia people."

The seventh-tier werewolf warrior's face revealed genuine sincerity.

He paused, then changed the subject, explaining his purpose.

"After so many days of learning, my people have fully mastered how to use those weapons. The instructors from Great Xia have taught them very diligently."

"We've come to say goodbye."

Lin Mo's smile froze.

"Are you leaving so soon? Won't you stay a little longer?"

His tone clearly conveyed a desire for them to stay.

What a joke.

The Great Xia Expeditionary Force has only just gained a foothold in its fiefdom, and the area it has occupied is only a small part of the endless plains along the coast. There is still a large area that has not been conquered.

In the vast inland areas and deep seas, countless demons still dwell.

Now is precisely the time when we need these thousand elite orcs, along with two seventh-tier experts to oversee things. Why are they leaving?

Warwick shook his head, his expression turning grave.

"Lord Lin Mo, our tribesmen are still struggling in the wasteland."

"Every day, members of our tribe die under the claws of the demons."

"We must bring these weapons, which could change the course of the war, back as soon as possible."

"We will forever remember the kindness of the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Once we stabilize the situation, I will definitely come back and have a drink with you all."

His words were resolute and left no room for doubt.

Lin Mo and Zhao Gang, who was standing next to him, exchanged a glance and saw helplessness and regret in each other's eyes.

The reasons were compelling enough that they couldn't refuse.

"Okay." Lin Mo nodded.

"In that case, we won't force you to stay. I'll arrange for people to prepare the weapons and equipment you've purchased."

"Let's go, we'll see you off one last time."

"Thank you very much." Warwick and Grom both patted their chests and bowed slightly in thanks.

Led by him, Lin Mo, Zhao Gang, and Long Zhan headed together toward the orc camp.

Nearly a thousand orcs had already assembled in the camp.

Apart from the few dozen clansmen still on their employment contracts, the rest are all here.

They stood ramrod straight, and although their ranks were not as orderly as those of the Great Xia soldiers, they still possessed a fierce and imposing aura.

Upon seeing Lin Mo and his group approach, the orc warriors all wore friendly smiles.

The wariness and distance I felt at our first meeting were gone.

In just a few days, they seemed like a completely different group of people.

The fur, which had been dull and lackluster due to long-term malnutrition, was now glossy and shiny, full of healthy luster.

Their thin bodies became strong and robust, and they were full of energy and vigor.

They were genuinely grateful to these Bactrian people.

Here, they can eat their fill at every meal, and they eat well.

Fragrant meat congee and rice, soft meat buns and steamed bread, and all sorts of delicious dishes whose names I don't know—you can have as much as you want!

This was something they never dared to dream of before.

They were once employed by the Holy Humans, Elves, and even Dwarves.

Those arrogant "slave owners" always tried to cut back on their food, complaining that they ate too much and always giving them blackened and hardened dry rations.

But here, the soldiers of Daxia would always stare in disbelief at their appetites while eating, and when they worried that they had eaten too much, they would pat them on the shoulder and laugh, saying, "Being able to eat is a blessing."

While they were eating, the soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty always liked to surround them and watch them wolf down their food, saying that they looked very hungry and that they could make a good living as mukbang streamers!

Although they don't understand what mukbang is.

Besides, what kind of development can someone have if they can only eat? Won't they be looked down upon?

In their free time at night, the soldiers of Daxia would sometimes overestimate their abilities and try to arm wrestle with them.

Although they were easily crushed each time, the soldiers never got angry; instead, they laughed even more heartily.

These people from Bactria are so lovely.

Coincidentally, the soldiers of the Great Xia also found them quite adorable.

Pets on Earth can't talk, much less carry a Gatling gun and discuss tactics with you, or teach the Great Xia people how to use such a "light" weapon.

These furry, flesh-and-blood, and uniquely individual orcs perfectly fulfilled the soldiers' fantasies about "talking pets."

Indeed, in the eyes of many Xia soldiers, these orcs were a group of super-sized "pets" that could walk, fight, work, chat, and even be petted.

This wonderful and harmonious atmosphere allowed their relationship to heat up rapidly in a very short time.

Lin Mo led Warwick and Grom toward the area where the armored vehicles were parked.

Rows of steel behemoths stood silently, their cannons pointing diagonally to the sky, exuding a cold metallic aura.

"Mr. Warwick, take a look," Lin Mo said, pointing to the steel forest.

"How much are you planning to take back first? You're welcome to come back for the rest anytime."