Greenskin Technology Shakes the World!

The elves sounded the retreat horn.

All five wooden golems were destroyed, and the Dusk Warband lost its weapon for scaling the walls and charging into battle. The war weapons, which had absorbed 30% of the spellcasters' Magic Power, should have taken root under the city walls like ancient trees, sending brave and fearless elven warriors to the top of the city. However, after a bloody battle, they all collapsed and scattered.

Valentan's defenses were formidable, with both mage legions and warlock units holding the line. The loss of two units to ranged attacks was expected, but the destruction of the other three was completely unexpected by all the elven officers. The strangely Cathayan Kang De, the orc troops piloting bizarre alchemical chariots, and the unheard-of mechanical giants—each of these unexpected events could have changed the course of the battle, but now they all appeared simultaneously.

Having exhausted all means, suffered considerable casualties, and lost its morale, there was no other option but to withdraw.

Moreover, in the legion commander's view, the greenskins that appeared out of nowhere were not simply a small orc force. As the commander of the legion, he had to look at everything from a strategic perspective.

"Spread the scouts even further. We must be prepared for the orcs and Goth to reach an agreement. Keep the scouts on high alert; I don't want an entire orc legion to appear nearby without a sound!"

The adjutant acknowledged the order and withdrew. The elven commander looked towards the city walls. The wind blowing in his face carried the scent of blood and fire. His well-trained troops were retreating in an orderly fashion, while he was tasting the bitterness of defeat.

The command post was destroyed, but it's still a high place.

Even with his sharp eyesight, he could still take in the entire battlefield before him.

His soldiers were retreating, still composed, but their faces clearly showed confusion, bewilderment, and anger, which made him uneasy. The legion commander suddenly felt that the soldiers' dignified spirit did not come from just will and courage, but from something else.

For example, arrogance.

Backed by the arrogance of global hegemony, the arrogance of being heavily armed, the arrogance of being invincible—their source of composure and resilience in the face of defeat has shifted from courage to violence.

Receive the best training in the world, be protected by the world's strongest archer and spellcaster forces, possess the most complete battlefield medical system, and have an innate and powerful racial advantage. Therefore, the advantages they accumulate are almost unreasonable, so it is only natural that they are invincible and unstoppable.

These victories were the result of the soldiers' hard work and pursuit, with violence as the means. But now, unknowingly, these two have become the soldiers' reliance.

Therefore, after encountering even more unreasonable violence today, they will feel bewildered and angry.

The legion commander felt a sense of unease.

If his soldiers had encountered far greater, more irrational violence than they faced today, or even a devastating massacre, like the elven warriors who, relying on their superior weaponry, magic, and tactics, swept away the colony's natives like autumn leaves in a whirlwind, and suffered such a terrible defeat... would the elite warriors that the Dusk Moon Dynasty was so proud of still be as composed and graceful as they are now?

The thought sent a chill down the elven commander's spine.

If you were to tell someone that the champion battle group of the Dusk Moon Dynasty would be utterly slaughtered, it would surely invite a frenzy of ridicule, even from outsiders, because in common sense, such a situation only occurs in dreams. But the legion commander did not mock himself; instead, he took it as a warning and remembered that whether such a situation would occur was one thing, but whether the army had such a problem was another.

"Being prepared for danger in times of peace is key to the continuous innovation of a race and a nation. Unfortunately, since the founding of the Dusk Moon Dynasty, all reforms have been implemented from the top down. However, the leaders at the top are the most stubborn group. If I were to report this idea and proposal to them, it would surely be ridiculed and hinder my career advancement..."

The legion commander muttered to himself, "So I have to do it myself... first, become one of them."

He made up his mind and looked at the city again. Cheers were already erupting on the city walls as the victorious humans shouted with joy. The legion commander looked closely and realized that the person he cared about most was nowhere to be seen.

"Kang De, the Cathayan..."

He spoke slowly, as if the other person were right beside him, able to hear him.

"I don't know what tricks you have up your sleeve, nor what other methods you have, but in this battle, whether I win or not, you are destined to lose... Enjoy yourselves while you can."

He gave a mocking sneer, then sighed.

War is cruel.

It can cause countless ordinary lives to perish like weeds, and it can also make unparalleled heroes powerless. No matter how high the means, how great the skills, or how ingenious the schemes, what do they matter in the face of the overwhelming odds?

The city erupted in cheers and jubilation; people embraced, cheered, and wept.

This time it was a ruthless, all-out battle. The elite elven warriors were unparalleled in the world. Countless lives were lost trying to stop them. War is inherently a messy affair, and those who calculate whether it was worth it after victory are scoundrels. Right now, everyone was venting, roaring, and suffering to their hearts' content.

The emotions here were so intense. Amidst the wreckage and corpses, the living sat on the ground, some lying face down, never to open their eyes again, while others grieved over the bodies. There must have been stories between the living and the dead. This bittersweet mix of tragedy and excitement left Kang De speechless for a moment.

He avoided the surging crowds, leaped into the city, and left this place brimming with intense emotions.

After all, I wasn't a complete participant, so I couldn't fully immerse myself in their joys and sorrows. More importantly, there was also a group of oddballs who were completely oblivious to emotions, which rather spoiled the atmosphere...

"Big Mek! Big Mek! Don't run away! Let us take a good look at you!"

After running a distance, Kang De heard shouts behind him, sighed, stopped, and turned around. He saw a green-skinned creature with various metal parts embedded in its body, exuding an extremely cyberpunk vibe, spreading its arms and howling as it pounced.

"Big..."

Kang De spread his five fingers and pushed, sending the opponent's massive body flying back as if riding the clouds, crashing heavily to the ground like a skipping stone, even scraping its bottom a few times.

The green-skinned man finally slipped and fell backward, then sat up abruptly, shook his head, looking completely bewildered. Only then did he realize what had happened, staring at Kang De with his big, round eyes. The dozens of green-skinned men behind him also gathered around, staring at Kang De without saying a word.

"..."

Kang De frowned. "Damn it, I don't even know who you are. You're all rushing at me like that, begging for a hug, like you've seen your father. Anyone would be scared of that!"

I gave you a little push, I didn't shoot you, and you didn't get hurt. What, are you getting angry?

But the next moment, he realized he had been overthinking it.

The green-skinned man sitting on the ground slammed his hand on the ground, shattering the bricks and sending dust flying. He bared his fangs and shouted excitedly, "Powerful and domineering! It's a match! It's a match!"

The orcs danced wildly with jubilation, shouting in unison, "Big Mek! Big Mek!"

The sound shook the surroundings, and the shouts soared into the sky.

"..."

Kang De was even more bewildered.

He looked at Iron Son, who was walking up from behind. "Aren't you going to introduce your new friend?"

The Autobots was even more surprised than him. "Doesn't Father recognize them?"

Kang De tilted his head back and spread his hands. "Why do you think I know these green-skinned guys on motorcycles? Also, what did he call me? I felt like his pronunciation was a little strange..."

Before he could finish speaking, the green-skinned man opposite him said to the Autobots, "Little Mek! You..."

"... puff."

Kang De laughed out loud without thinking.

The Autobots' intelligence was inspired by Kang De, and they naturally inherited some human thoughts and consciousness, making them more concerned about certain things, especially in front of their own fathers.

He spoke in a slightly exasperated voice that Kang De had never heard before, "Kan Fantian, I've told you so many times, don't call me that! So why are you calling me that!"

The green-skinned man looked completely dumbfounded. "This is your father, and you're the son. Your father is the Big Mek, so naturally you're the Little Mek. Otherwise, what would I call you?"

The Autobots pulled out his axe, planted it in the ground, and said, word by word, "One more!"

His eyes turned from purple to red, his body parts creaked and rattled, and his massive body bent down, exuding a powerful and malevolent aura. It seemed that after spending so much time with these green-skinned creatures, Iron Son had also gone astray.

"Alright." Greenie reluctantly conceded, turning his head to the side and saying unwillingly, "Iron Master?"

Iron Son lowered his voice and roared, "... Don't call me 'Skill Overlord'!"

This crossed the line for the Greenskins. Kan Fantian jumped up, resolutely refusing. "No way! Why can't I yell! You're clearly a master of skill!"

A Transformers and a green Oak were actually putting on a comedy routine together, a sight that made Kang De laugh out loud, and his mood, which had been low due to the pyrrhic victory on the city wall, began to rise again.

Although he still didn't quite understand the situation, Kang De had a general idea of what was going on.

These orcs were probably after him. They happened to have traveled with Iron Son, who was also on his way. Moreover, they showed him no ill will, but rather a great deal of respect. This was probably due to his identity as "Big Mek".

He stepped forward with a smile, gesturing with his hands, and said, "Alright, stop for a moment, calm down. A name is just a label, it doesn't matter what you're called, right?"

Upon Kan Fantian, Kan Fantian was greatly encouraged and shouted triumphantly to his Iron Son, Tiezi, "Your dad is better than you! That's why he's the Big Mek, and you're just a nobody!"

Iron Son was so angry he was about to vomit engine oil.

Before he could speak, Kang De looked at the orc. "What did you call me? Do you know me?"

The green-skinned guy looked over with a dumbfounded [beep--] expression, somewhat doubting the intelligence of the Big Mek: "I'm right here, I've been talking to you, how could I not recognize you?"

"..." Kang De had roughly judged the other party's intelligence level and way of thinking, and patiently continued to ask, "I mean, it seems you came to see me. Who sent you, and why did you come?"

Upon hearing this, Green Skin showed an excited expression.

This was about his great journey south, venturing deep into human lands, suppressing his nature to kill and cause trouble, and traveling east and west with the purest mission and desire, eventually finding the Big Mek and participating in an extremely waaaaagh-like fight. Although he arrived at the end of the fight, he still got a little bit of hot shit on him—but he made it in time after all!

Without exaggeration, this journey is a feat comparable to Tang Seng's pilgrimage to India in the history of the Orcs. The Dharma Master Sanzang endured fourteen years of hardship and danger to reach Tianzhu and obtain the true scriptures. The Greenskins Kan Fantian, on the other hand, spent two whole months finding the Big Mek without a single fight. In terms of hardship and perseverance, they are probably even stronger than Tang Seng.

It is common knowledge that after accomplishing a great achievement, it is the nature of intelligent beings to confide in others and tell their stories. After returning to Chang'an, the Dharma Master Sanzang probably talked to Li Shimin for a long time. If a virtuous monk is like this, then the Green Man is no exception. He Kan Fantian to Kang De's side and began to talk at length.

Kang De listened with interest at first, but the green-skinned man clearly couldn't tell a story. When he heard the man recount in a straightforward manner the third pile of mammoth dung he stepped in after leaving the tribe, the earthman couldn't hold back anymore.

"Kan Fantian!"

This was the name he learned from the other person's own account. Kang De interrupted the story, took out his phone with a gentle expression, turned on the recording function, said a few words, and then pressed replay.

The same sound drifted from the phone.

He said to the other person, "I think you could record this whole story from the road and play it for your people, so they all know how amazing you are. What do you think?"

Kan Fantian.

After all, Greenskins have two great needs in life. First, they want to be able to fight and brawl with superhuman strength. Second, they want more Greenskins to know that they are superhuman. This kind of thing that allows them to show off is exactly what they want. Except for the little brick that the Big Mek took out was too bean sprout, this idea couldn't be better!

Kang De, seeing the gleam in his eyes, tentatively asked, "Never seen this before?"

The green-skinned man nodded repeatedly, drooling, and shouted, "Big Mek, get me one too! A big one!"

Kang De looked at Iron Son and voiced his biggest question and unease, "I see you all already have locomotives, can't you make this thing?"

The Autobots said in a deep voice, "Father, that's not the case. The engines of those motorcycles are simplified versions that I created by simulating and analyzing my own engines. I provided the power system and key components, but the rest were modified haphazardly by them. In fact, I'm also very surprised that they can run and operate for such a long time."

Kang De's heart skipped a beat, and he asked again, "But what about fuel? I remember you don't have that much gasoline."

The Autobots sighed, "I only let them smell the gasoline, and they quickly found an oil well in the Gobi Desert and actually struck oil..."

Kang De asked in surprise, "How were they separated...?"

"There was no separation..." Iron Son's voice also carried a hint of existential doubt. He was Transformers, a legitimate scientific creation, and what he had experienced was so contrary to common sense that it had shaken his worldview. "They scooped out oil, added all sorts of random things like dirt, stone powder, and plant sap, poured it all into the fuel tank, and started the engine..."

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PS1: Don't worry about the Greenskins' power escalating; I'm keeping it under control. This is one of the lessons learned in this book.