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Chapter 90 The Concrete Road in the Port
"Hi village chief, I am Ivan, the person in charge of this operation, let me meet you."

Ivan stopped the village head of the Fox clan with a smile, and stretched out his rough palm, wanting to shake hands with him.

The village head of Fox Village said a few times, held his hand, and said happily, "Thank you, Datie Village, for your help."

Ivan observed the other person's face calmly. He was thin and weak, with gray hair and no leadership temperament like Alan. He felt that the other person was a very ordinary villager.

Yes, that was the feeling. The other party made him feel like an ordinary villager, not someone in power.

In the past, he didn't have the ability to observe words and colors, but after awakening, his ability to observe things has evolved to a very keen level, and he believes in his self-awareness.

"Master Village Chief, are you human?" Ivan asked suddenly.

The village head of Fox Village is looking at Ivan's new weapon, curious about how this gun kills the enemy. When he heard Ivan's question, he responded naturally: "Yes, I am human."

Ivan hid his doubts in his heart. There is a difference between orcs and orcs. Pure humans also adapt to this rule. The village chief of Fox Village is really too weak.

Ten minutes later, the villagers of Fox Village packed their bags and prepared to go on the road.

At the gate of the fence, every lovely fox lady wiped the corners of her eyes, with big tears falling down, and she carried a big bag with her family and left the village silently.

They don't have much luggage, and they are usually very poor. The only remaining food at home, two pieces of clothing and some coins are all their property.

The richer farmers have a bitter face. They have a pile of grain at home, and they must not be able to carry it all.

The head of Fox Village was even more distressed. He had a private granary that could not be moved, so he could only seal the door with a pile of furniture, hoping that those ignorant beasts would not know where the grain was hidden.

Outside the village, the orcs of Datie Village stood neatly in two rows, leaving a path in the middle for the orcs to pass through, and they stood guard on both sides.

Ivan held a wooden barrel full of natural rubber latex in one hand. The villagers glanced at the wooden barrel with a lid curiously, wanting to ask but not daring to ask.

Because the muskets hung on their bodies had once killed a herd of beasts in the air, the powerful force made them feel afraid, and they didn't dare to speak more, for fear of offending them.

"Brother, what's in that bucket, how can I see that every cat clan orc has it." A soft voice sounded from the crowd.

Ivan took a peek behind him, and it was a cute fox girl, about 1.5 meters tall, with two fluffy fox ears on her head, which turned out to be red haired ears and a red tail.

Mother Fox found that Ivan didn't speak, so she asked Ivan directly, "How heavy is that thing, I seem to smell something bad, what's in it?"

"I don't know, pick whatever you want."

Ivan didn't want to say more, he knew that the White Blood Sacred Tree was a natural worship object of Fox Village, and speaking out would break the friendship between the two villages.

Anyway, he kept his mouth shut, asked three questions, and didn't tell them what was inside.

Seeing that Ivan didn't answer, the little fox lady looked at the other soldiers with soft and weak eyes.

But the orcs in green uniforms ignored her. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, keeping a close eye on any signs of trouble.

Looking at other people, the orcs of the cat tribe all have such a tough style of steel, and the villagers of the fox tribe can't help but have a feeling of admiration in their hearts.

The orcs in Datie Village are so strong!
In fact, the stuff inside comes from the rubber trees around Fox Village, and the stuff in the barrel is all cut natural rubber latex.

Rubber is what Datie Village needs. The cat-ear orcs came here not only to escort the fox-clan orcs back to the village, but also went into the forest to pick rubber while they were packing their luggage.

After the fox villagers calmed down, Ivan quietly followed the head of the fox village with a bucket.

The human village head of Fox Village didn't talk much along the way, and when no one spoke to him, he kept his mouth shut.

Ivan didn't ask any more questions, and just followed all the way silently, and found that the head of Fox Village really didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to ask.

The other orc villagers were not so calm. Some people have already recognized that this road is not the road going north, but a small road going west.

"My lord, this road doesn't seem to be the way to Datie Village."

"That's right, this is the path leading to the river. We came to Datie Village by boat, not by land," Ivan explained.

There are too many unknown factors on land, and it is impossible to prevent those sudden accidents when escorting the villagers.

It is much more convenient to walk along the river. Although those goblins can swim, their combat effectiveness is very weak when swimming. Wherever the big boat passes, they will only be hit to death.

"Does Datie Village have special ships?" The priest of the Fox Clan was shocked.

"Our Datie Village is different from the past. We will hold a town name election meeting tonight. You can listen to the process of Datie Village being upgraded into a town."

Ivan raised his chin proudly, and the happy expression made the priest feel dazzling.

In the impression of the priest of Fox Village, Datie Village has not been so powerful, and it is even more impossible to have the scale of a town in just a few years.

The smallest small town must have at least a few thousand villagers, and then need various buildings to support daily food and clothing, and a mobile business economy. Without that scale, it cannot be called a town.

Not long after, the fox priest and others heard the sound of splashing water.

After walking out of the woods, I suddenly saw a large sailboat docked on the shore. There were several cat-eared orcs standing guard like javelins on the boat, watching the surroundings.

"Sure enough, there is a boat..." the fox priest suppressed the doubt in his heart.

Although they were shocked, the villagers of the Fox tribe still thought that the boat was borrowed from Datie Village. They were poor and thought that Datie Village could not grow to the size of a town. It was at best a rich village, and the villagers were powerful.

After boarding the boat, the hanging hearts of the villagers of the Fox tribe were barely half relaxed.

"At least you don't have to worry about being swallowed by the beast tide." The fox people sighed.

The beast swarm can be called a devastating blow to those villages without strong force. Usually, when they encounter a beast swarm, they are very weak, and rarely encounter the scale of hundreds of wild beasts attacking.

"I just don't know where to live in Datie Village. Is there a place for us to live?"

"Should be, let's just build a grass shed and make do with it." The fox people chatted casually.

"Live in a straw shed..." The fox girls wagged their tails restlessly, always feeling that it was not safe to sleep at night, and someone might attack the small shed at night.

At this time, Ivan's voice sounded: "Don't worry, there are cement houses everywhere in Datie Village, and everyone has a room to live in." Ivan smiled and said.

"How is it possible? As far as I know, there are not so many houses in Datie Village, unless you take in two villagers in each household." The priest of Fox Village couldn't help but said.

Ivan glanced at the talkative priest, then at the silent village head Fox, who still didn't express his opinion.

After Ivan stared at him for more than three seconds, Village Chief Fox coughed and said, "I will do what Datie Village arranges."

Ivan felt weird, maybe the village head of Fox Village was an introvert, so he stopped paying attention.

Two hours later, the boat went upstream back to the estuary on the west bank of Datie Village. The Fox people found a large gray road beside the river bank of the port. The road was gray and straight, very smooth and hard.

In front of the road, there are countless slaves working with their heads bowed, running and pulling carts to transport cement bags, some slaves pull them in a straight line with tiny twine, and some orcs are struggling to dig the soil.

At a glance, the entire "gray stone road" has no end in sight, leading to the depths of the forest.

This endless road is full of slave labor. They dig soil and irrigate cement. They don't need a group of lion soldiers to supervise with whips, and they don't see a supervisor with whips.

These slaves do not need to be supervised by others. They squeeze out their strength from the bottom of their hearts, and they are fighting for the construction of concrete roads every second.

"Is this the Great Iron Village?"

The priest of the fox tribe stood up, his face full of shock.

"This can't be Datie Village, they don't have so many slaves working for them!" The patrol captain of the Fox Clan also stood up.

With a bang, the ancestral stone ax fell to the ground.

The village head of Fox Village was the third person to stand up, but his words were snatched away by the first two, so he could only widen his eyes and open his mouth to express his shock.

　One more tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)