Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 362 Open the door to all races, free trade!

At this moment, the Dragon King emerged with several dragons, looked to the other side, and nodded slightly, saying:

"Gregory, Aira, Muradin."

His voice was deep and resonant, like thunder.

Each time he called out a name, the person would nod in response.

When it came to the old wolf king, the dragon king merely glanced at him without saying a word.

The old wolf king had no choice but to bow respectfully.

The Dragon King withdrew its gaze, its enormous lantern-shaped vertical pupils fixed on Lin Mo.

"You must be Lin Mo?"

Lin Mo stepped forward, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King, welcome to the Great Xia Dynasty."

The Dragon King stared at him for a few seconds, his golden vertical pupils narrowing slightly.

"I've heard your weapons are quite interesting."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Lin Mo smiled:

"I won't let you down."

At this moment, all five races' teleportation portals were activated.

Leaders from all ethnic groups gathered together.

Zhao Gang stepped forward, his voice warm and enthusiastic.

"Distinguished guests, you have traveled a long way to be here! We, the Great Xia Dynasty, warmly welcome you!"

"How about I show you around our Great Xia's fiefdom?"

The Pope nodded slightly.

Thank you for your trouble.

Ella smiled faintly:

"Thank you for your help."

King Muradin was quite easygoing, grinning from ear to ear:

"Let's go! I've been wanting to see what the Great Xia Dynasty is like for ages!"

The Dragon King remained silent, following behind the others.

The old wolf king followed at the very back.

As for the top executives of these bigwigs, they are all listed at the end.

Seeing this, Lin Mo specially arranged for someone to provide a guide for those people as well.

What Zhao Gang, who was in front of the province, said was unclear because the dragon's massive body was nearly two hundred meters away.

As for the part about giving the translator an earpiece, I won't go into details.

Zhao Gang led the leaders of various ethnic groups along the main cement road of their fiefdom.

On both sides are neat and uniform building complexes.

Pope Gregory's gaze swept over the towering cranes, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Elf Queen Elari said softly:

"The entire structure and equipment are made of steel. The forging technology of the Great Xia Dynasty is far beyond imagination."

The dwarf king Muradin examined an airplane, his eyes shining.

"The purity of this steel! The welding technique!"

He leaned closer to a steel pillar and tapped it with his finger.

"Knock knock—"

A crisp echo.

Muradin grinned:

"Excellent craftsmanship! I wonder how the Great Xia forged these; I'll have to ask them later!"

The dragon king hovered in mid-air, its golden vertical pupils looking down at the ground with a look of wonder.

The old wolf king followed at the back of the group, his gaze sweeping over the busy Great Xia soldiers.

Their movements were synchronized and uniform, exuding a chilling sense of discipline.

The old wolf king felt a chill run down his spine.

This army is not to be trifled with.

The visit ended at noon.

Zhao Gang said with a smile:

"Distinguished guests, you have come from afar. We, the Great Xia, have prepared some wine and dishes. Please do us the honor of joining us."

The Pope nodded slightly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you."

The group arrived at an open space in the center of the fiefdom.

A red carpet was laid out, and long tables were set up.

The table was laden with a variety of dishes.

The aroma is tangy.

Although some dishes were unavailable, in this apocalyptic situation, it was already a state banquet of exceptional quality.

The Pope, the Elf Queen, the Dwarf King, and the Old Wolf King took their seats in that order.

The reason for choosing the outdoor area is because of the Dragon King.

It is so large that ordinary buildings simply cannot fit inside.

Not wanting to isolate it, Zhao Gang had no choice but to come up with this solution.

They arranged for people to set up this open-air banquet hall outside.

On the table of the Dragon King and two high-ranking dragons, there was a row of clean whole pigs, sheep, donkeys, and horses.

There were also chickens, ducks, fish, rice, noodles, steamed buns, and so on, piled up like a small mountain.

Next to it were truckloads of fruit grown in the underground city.

Apples, pears, grapes, watermelons...

It is colorful and has a pleasant fragrance.

The Dragon King looked down and narrowed his golden vertical pupils slightly.

"good."

These dishes were chosen by Zhao Gang based on Adidas's tastes, catering to his preferences.

But this amount is truly heartbreaking.

There's no way around it, their king has arrived, we have to take good care of him.

Fortunately, dragons are not animals that eat three meals a day, otherwise even Adis would be difficult to raise.

The Dragon King opened its mouth and swallowed a whole pig whole.

I chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

He nodded in satisfaction.

The food in Daxia was very novel, which aroused its appetite.

At the other long table, Zhao Gang raised his glass, his voice booming.

"Distinguished guests, it is our honor to have you all gathered here in Great Xia today!"

"The demons are rampant, and the continent of Terra is devastated."

"But I believe that as long as all our races unite as one, we will surely defeat the demons and restore peace to the continent of Terra!"

Muradin laughed heartily:

"Well said! Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

Warm atmosphere.

The banquet lasted for two hours.

The guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely.

Near the end, Ella had two exquisite wooden boxes brought out.

The box was opened, and inside were two seeds the size of soccer balls.

The surface of the seed has a faint green sheen.

Ella whispered:

"These are the seeds of the World Tree that you need."

Lin Mo's eyes lit up. He took the box and thanked them.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

With seeds, the environment of Daxia can be saved!

The banquet has ended.

The leaders of each tribe took their leave in turn, and Lin Mo and Zhao Gang escorted them to the teleportation gate.

Now, only representatives from each ethnic group remain.

General Adrian stepped forward and said:

"Lord Lin Mo, the portal is now open. May we begin transporting the weapons?"

Lin Mo smiled:

"No problem, the weapons are all in the warehouse, I'll send people to load them onto the truck right away."

He turned around and gave a few instructions to the guards behind him.

The soldier saluted and turned to leave.

Soon after, a line of military trucks arrived.

The carriage was filled with weapons and equipment.

Automatic rifles, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, ammunition boxes...

There are also several weapon modules for the Iron Tree Man.

The elven warriors stepped out of the portal and began carrying things.

They moved swiftly, carrying boxes of weapons and equipment into the portal.

Orc warriors also joined in.

Alistar, the Minotaur, grinned as he carried a cannon.

"These weapons are enough for us to have a good slaughter!"

Annie, the cat-eared girl, also appeared from the portal, happily bouncing around while holding a box of ammunition.

On the other side, the giant dragon Adis opened its mouth and swallowed several weapon modules directly into the spatial ring inside its mouth.

It turned and walked into the portal, then flapped its wings and disappeared. The other dragons carried it back and forth in their mouths.

As for the installation method, they learned it themselves by reading the manual and watching videos. After all, they can't rely on the people of Daxia for everything; they also need to know how to do simple maintenance.

If all else fails, we can ask the elves for help.

The two ethnic groups have a high degree of integration, with members of each group living in both areas.

Meanwhile, supplies from various races were being continuously transported into the portal.

Ores, demon corpses, magic scrolls, holy water, metals...

They were piled up into a small mountain.

The soldiers of Daxia were busy sorting and loading supplies onto trucks.

Lin Mo stood aside, his gaze sweeping over the supplies.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

He strode over to Adis, who had just emerged, and shouted at him to get his attention.

After the other person turned around, he shouted:

"Addis, I've noticed that your dragon race's mountains are floating."

"What kind of ore caused that?"