Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 429 An Unexpected Joy, A Lucky Draw Delivered to Your Door

Wildbone Mountains, Orc tribe.

The old wolf king sat on a stone chair covered with animal hides, feeling somewhat tired from being busy with the selection of the beast king.

At this moment, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the Great Xia envoy before him.

After a few seconds of silence,

"We...we are willing to form an alliance!"

"I will go and communicate with the other tribes of the orcs to form an alliance with Great Xia!"

"Let's stand together and resist the demons!"

The envoy felt relieved and bowed in greeting.

"The chief is wise."

......

The land of dragons' slumber, a floating mountain range.

The Dragon King lay on a huge rock, his golden vertical pupils staring at the Great Xia envoy before him.

There was a long silence.

It took a deep breath, its voice low.

"We cannot escape or avoid the calamity that befell Terra."

"The Dragon Clan wishes to form an alliance with Great Xia."

"Let us stand together and fight against the demons."

The envoy felt relieved and bowed in greeting.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King is wise."

.......

Inside a reception room in the fiefdom of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Lin Mo smiled, took out a box of cigarettes, pulled out two, and handed them to Solin.

Thorin took it, put it in his mouth, and looked at Lin Mo with some suspicion, saying:

"Mr. Lin, your smile... it gives me a chill."

In the internet cafe of Daxia, Thorin became addicted to smoking.

That's why people often talk about sharing tobacco and alcohol.

Lin Mo's hand, which had just taken out a lighter, froze. He chuckled dryly as he lit the lighter for the other person, saying:

"What are you saying? With two bright suns in the sky, how could it be chilly?"

Thorin took a deep drag of his cigarette, squinted slightly, and slowly exhaled; he was clearly a seasoned pro.

Lin Mo said:

"Is that so? Didn't we agree beforehand to have your dwarven master craftsmen inscribe runes on our spaceship?"

Upon hearing this, Thorin's eyes widened, then he came to his senses and tried to throw away the cigarette in his hand, as if it were burning his hand.

"I knew you were up to no good!"

But just as he was about to throw it away, he hesitated, then took another deep drag, smoke billowing from his nostrils, and said:

"What's the situation now?"

"You want our top rune masters sent to your world?"

"What if... I mean, what if you don't hold out, and once the portal closes, they'll never come back!"

"This is a great loss for the dwarves!"

The dwarven master craftsmen behind him also looked troubled, their eyes full of resistance.

No one wants to leave their hometown for a completely unfamiliar world, and possibly never return.

Lin Mo was helpless. He had thought of this as well, but for the sake of the Great Xia's interests, he still had to try his best.

"Elder Thorin, once the territory is lost, our Great Xia will retreat back to Blue Star."

"But what about you? You have nowhere to retreat."

"These masters went to Earth not only to help us build our spaceship, but also to leave behind a legacy for the dwarves."

"Daxia promises to treat them with the highest standards and ensure their safety and the continuation of their legacy."

Thorin's heavy breathing suddenly stopped, and he blinked, looking blank for a moment.

What's going on with the statement that makes such a good point?

wrong!

He realized what was happening and quickly said:

"These master craftsmen are the treasure of our dwarf race; they are craftsmen one in a million."

"And they would never willingly give up their families and go to another world!"

Lin Mo sighed.

"We can discuss it; you know I'm not wrong."

"An eighth-tier demon god, eight seventh-tier demon gods—we should all prepare for the worst."

"The continuation of the race is something everyone dreams of ensuring."

Thorin's eyes showed struggle, and finally he gritted his teeth and said:

"Unless... more money is required!"

"Furthermore, we require ten thousand of our people to go to Earth, as this is the only way to ensure the continuation of our race."

He tried to gain more support for the dwarves.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo was overjoyed.

But he quickly suppressed it, his smile as sharp as an AK47 firing.

I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me without any effort!

Isn't this like easy money delivered right to our doorstep?

These dwarves live in Bactria, and Bactria would never mind having another ethnic group.

Even if these dwarves are unwilling, with their basic needs for food, drink, and shelter, as well as cultural influence, they will be assimilated by the Great Xia in a few decades.

By then, won't the dwarves' technology be the same as that of the Great Xia?

The Great Xia is currently troubled by the fact that humans cannot learn the racial talents of the various races of Terra. Once the dwarves become one of their own, the Great Xia will no longer have to worry about this.

Lin Mo pinched his thigh hard, pretending to be in a difficult position.

"Ten thousand people? That's too many..."

Thorin didn't see anything amiss, and upon hearing this, he immediately and resolutely replied:

"If this doesn't work, then there's no point in discussing it!"

Lin Mo then reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, sure, but I need to report the details first."

Thorin also said:

"Of course, I also need to report to His Majesty; I can only assure you that I agree."

"This is a huge matter; let's try to understand each other."

Thorin was equally overjoyed.

The continent of Terra is now invaded by demons and is riddled with holes. It is on the verge of becoming a sinking ship, so it must leave a way out.

Unexpectedly, without any prior arrangement, the Great Xia Dynasty took the initiative to extend an olive branch.

He felt that His Majesty would definitely agree.

According to Da Xia, you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket.

Thorin continued:

"This is just a prerequisite for us to continue our discussions. Next, let's talk about compensation."

"I hope Great Xia will sell one of your nuclear bombs to the dwarves!"

Lin Mo was startled and instinctively refused.

"No, nuclear weapons are equivalent to your forbidden magic; we will not sell them!"

Thorin simply resorted to his old trick and shouted:

"These are extraordinary times. If you don't pay a sufficient price, how can we expect our artisans to work for you with peace of mind?"

"We also need to pay these artisans a sufficient price internally before they will feel comfortable going to Great Xia to serve you!"

Lin Mo also spoke up loudly.

"This is our trump card, and it's too dangerous. What if you use a nuclear bomb on us?"

"We absolutely cannot allow this to happen!"

Thorin jumped up in anger.

"Bullshit! Do we dwarves look like we've been trampled by dragons?"

Why would we bomb you?!

Lin Mo refused to budge an inch.

"Human nature is complex."

"Who knows if there will be any internal conflicts within your organization, which could lead to some unforeseen events."

Thorin: "That's slander, that's fabrication, you &*%￥#@……."