Greenskins of the World, Unite!

On Earth, oil is an extremely important resource.

Burning it is actually the most wasteful and extravagant way to use it.

If all the oil on Earth disappeared overnight, most industrial production worldwide would immediately cease, and even people's basic needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation would be jeopardized—yes, everything you eat, wear, use, and drive is directly or indirectly related to oil...

Throughout human history over the past few decades, oil has played an indispensable role, not only in industrial development but also in shaping the course of history.

Some countries have become rich overnight because of this, while others have been repeatedly beaten down. Countless things have been affected by the rise and fall of crude oil prices, and the fates of countless people have been influenced by it.

People are desperately searching for substitutes, yet they are becoming increasingly dependent on them, honestly seeking more.

--Yes, oil is like masturbation.

However, that's not the point.

The key point is that a group of green-skinned people, with absolutely no experience, equipment, or technology, simply found an oil well in completely unfamiliar territory by smelling gasoline?

Moreover, there was absolutely no fractionation process involved. It was just a huge lump of oil, mixed with some random stuff, poured into the fuel tank, and the engine started. It raced along like a swarm of shrimp without a single problem, scaring the elf's mother away.

This is magical, this is green-skinned.

If this kind of green-skinned, live-animal resource detection radar were deployed on Earth, it would probably drive the land and resources miners and energy and mineral companies of various countries crazy with joy.

--Damn it, if I were a little more ruthless and had a little more power, I could have learned from the ancestors of the West and completed the bloody primitive accumulation of capital.

Etc.

Wrong.

Kang De looked at the group of green-skinned men, who were also looking at him. These burly, muscular monsters had blue faces, fangs, and gaping mouths, and their faces, which could scare children to tears, wore the same kind of smile that Black Whirlwind had given Song Jiang.

His gaze fell on the orcs.

The armor, metal decorations, and oversized weapons looked imposing, but they were a hodgepodge of International brands. These ironware and ornaments were clearly pieced together from various sources, and he could even deduce their origins from the individual components—for example, the iron pot, the steel shield, the greatsword, the carriage crossbar, and so on.

Kang De raised an eyebrow, then waved to the Autobots and said in Chinese, "They have this talent. Even if they didn't know the uses of oil before, they must have needed iron, right? Why don't they use this ability to find iron ore? And gold and silver mines too? If this method were so effective, the orcs would have been hunted, hunted, and domesticated to extinction by the various races of the continent long ago. How could they dare to roam freely in human kingdoms?"

As he said this, he suddenly realized something in surprise. "Huh, how come you can speak an otherworldly language?"

--The previous conversation with the green-skinned man was in this language.

The Autobots's tone was still full of confusion. The short time he spent away from his dad and traveling with the green car had really opened his eyes. After all, kids love to ask a million questions when they're young.

"I don't know either. My father taught me the language here, and I remembered it all. I also recorded your conversations with other people and tried to deduce some patterns from them, but I didn't make much progress. However, after meeting them, they were overjoyed and kept shouting and yelling around me. I couldn't communicate with them, so we just stayed in this stalemate, each speaking our own language. Soon, without even realizing it, I could speak the language here..."

Iron Son paused, his tone complicated, and said, "These green-skinned creatures... they're a bit too eerie. To be honest, Father, I wouldn't be surprised if they caused something else..."

After his initial surprise, Kang De became even more puzzled. "But this doesn't answer my question; it only makes things more confusing. If the orcs have such unreasonable abilities, they should have been captured and exterminated long ago. Otherwise, how could they be so powerful as to crush everything? How could the elves be the overlords...?"

Just then, Kan Fantian shouted, "Big Mek! What are you muttering about over there?"

Kang De snapped out of his reverie, suppressing his doubts. Asking Iron Son wouldn't yield any results, since Iron Son, like himself, was an outsider. The true nature and history of the Greenskins should be sought from the people of this world... No rush.

He turned and walked over, asking, "Kan Fantian, you've found me. What's next?"

This Kan Fantian the sacred, ultimate mission of this expedition, the Greenskin roared excitedly, brandishing his greatsword. "Of course, it's to return to the tribe together, to make you the Big Mek of our entire tribe, so that all the weaklings from other tribes will come and worship you! Those who disagree, we'll chop them down until they submit!"

Kang De asked, "Of all the people in the world, why me?"

"Because it's you!"

The greenskins weren't very patient, but since their opponent was a powerful and formidable Big Mek, a few more words wouldn't hurt. Kan Fantian patiently explained, "The prophet was right! You'll bring us some awesome bombs, so all the greenskins will have something to fight and something to play with!"

"We'll follow you and conquer everything, from the plains to the mountains, from the mountains to the sea, so that every little shrimp can hear our voice, every little sprout knows our might, until..."

As he spoke, he recalled the scene described to him by the old, withered, scraggly prophet, which excited and trembled the single-core greenskin. He raised his machete and shouted the slogan that stirred the greenskin's heart.

"--Greens of the whole world, unite!"

"Waaaaaagh!"

The orcs howled and wailed together.

After all, these greenskins are optimistic and unrestrained by nature, as well as irritable and easily angered, with extremely erratic thinking. Therefore, the huge greenskin race is a disorganized mess, with various tribes despising each other, fighting and killing each other all day long, and no one looking down on anyone else. After all, one greenskin is a fool, and a group of greenskins is a bunch of fools. No one knows what will happen when thousands of greenskins get together.

Although the orcs have a strong tradition of tribal discrimination and infighting, they still know their own situation best and understand how difficult it is for the greenskins to unite and unify. By that logic, what an impressive achievement it would be to unite all the orcs in the world, and what a powerful being it must be to do such a thing.

At this thought, they looked at Kang De with fervent fervor.

"..."

Well, how should I put it?

This is a story about a prophetic child.

Being regarded as the prophesied leader and ruler by a group of very capable fighters, who worship and fawn over you, fight for you, speak for you, and acknowledge you as their boss— Kang De had read this kind of plot many times in online novels. This kind of storyline is actually very satisfying, especially experiencing it firsthand, which is even more satisfying.

... Yeah, right!

The plot of this kind of story depends on the setting, the setting. Whether it's enjoyable or not depends on the level of sophistication. Being regarded as the prophesied leader by a group of emperors and celestial beings is not the same as being regarded as the prophesied gang leader by a group of beggars!

Therefore, Kang De couldn't be happy about being regarded as some kind of prophetic Big Mek by a group of wildly unrestrained and almost demented greens. He even felt quite sad.

If you were to say that hundreds of thousands of overwhelming greenskins came rushing over and bowing down in a thunderous roar, that would be one thing, but to ask a few dozen cheerful greenskins who can find oil wells with their bare hands and process oil with their own bodies to go to some remote, backward, and simple greenskin tribe as chief technical advisors... that's pretty weird, isn't it?

Okay, none of that matters.

The focus is on the face, the face.

If these orcs weren't orcs in the traditional sense, but rather the kind of cute girls with fluffy ears and tails, who are both alluring and beautiful, with large breasts, or possessing other animal characteristics or habits, like donkeys or killer whales, and they ran up to him, circled around him, and kept calling him "Big Mek," asking him to work for them, then he would definitely go without any modesty, reciting poetry as he went.

And now...

Ugly, no thanks.

He didn't rule it out completely, but still shook his head and said, "I have things to do here, I can't go over there with you."

The green-skinned man panicked upon hearing this. "What is it?"

Kang De pointed outside the city and said calmly, "Those pointy-eared people came to my friend's house to burn, kill, and loot. I will help my friend protect his home, then take down those pointy-eared people and settle the score with them."

Greenskin exclaimed excitedly, "We love fighting! If Big Mek wants a fight, we can help. Let's go back to the tribe and call the boys, and together we'll chop down those pointed ears with a 'waaaaagh'!"

Upon hearing this, Kang De's heart skipped a beat, then he shook his head and said, "This..."

Before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice came from behind. "Mr. Dong Zhuo! Mr. Dong Zhuo! What are you doing here? You've done us a great favor again, we really don't know how to thank you..."

Upon hearing this, Kang De subconsciously frowned.

Turning around, Mayor Nick hurried out surrounded by people and walked towards them with a smile on his face. His expression was joyful and grateful, and there was even a hint of urgency and fanaticism. Although he was looking at Kang De, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the orcs. For someone as shrewd and calculating as him, this was a bit out of line.

"You truly don't know how to thank me. I defended the city twice, countless lives were lost, and wealth and status were gained—the value of all these is immeasurable."

Kang De said calmly, "Since you can't do it, don't think about it. Instead, thank those soldiers who were far weaker than me, yet fought bravely against the elven blades and the terrible threat of death. Those who could fight the elves to the death in such a desperate situation were the most precious force of this country, but unfortunately, they lost their lives so rashly. Please don't forget them. Even if you can't repay the dead, you can at least comfort their families."

Nick's smile remained genuine as he said, "I arranged all of this before the war. Trust me, every soldier will receive adequate compensation, and even those who die in battle will benefit their families."

Kang De nodded and said, "I believe that even if they received generous material rewards, most families wouldn't immediately recover from their grief, would they? Those soldiers who were lucky enough to survive experienced great terror, witnessed countless deaths and bloodshed. Their hearts are incredibly weary and vulnerable at this moment. Besides money, wine, food, and women, they probably need other support and care."

"Mr. Mayor, the battle has just ended. You have many things to do and shouldn't be coming to me. I don't need your concern or your gratitude."

He looked directly into Mayor Nick's eyes and said calmly, "Don't waste your time here."

These words were quite impolite, so much so that the officials behind the mayor showed displeasure. However, this expression quickly disappeared. After all, Kang De was right. He had made a decisive contribution in the defense of the city. As a foreigner, he had fought for Valentan and saved countless lives. With such merit, it was not a big deal for him to say a few words to the mayor. After all, he hadn't even used any foul language or insulted anyone.

... What's more, behind this person stood a terrifying mechanical giant and a group of ferocious green-skinned creatures, all wielding huge and brutal weapons, which was quite frightening.

The mayor understood Kang De's implied meaning.

He slowly suppressed his smile, looked at Kang De, and remained silent.

"Well then, we'll take our leave," Kang De said. "They've been a great help to Valentan on their journey here. If the mayor is interested, he could send some wine, meat, and food. Also, if you find any Magic Creature while cleaning up the battlefield and taking stock of the spoils, please let me see them first."

The mayor said, "I'm hosting a banquet at City Hall..."

Kang De shook his head and said, "Is now the time for lavish banquets? Let's go to the Vidal Chamber of Commerce. I've checked, they still have room."

Having said that, he led his Iron Son and the Greenskins away.

Nick watched them walk away, then suddenly ran after them, grabbing Kang De's arm without a second thought, and said, "I have something to tell you, please come this way."

Kang De said, "It's best to say it here."

The mayor shook his head, his tone even carrying a hint of weakness and pleading. "Please."

Kang De paused for a moment, then sighed.

In the quiet alley, with only two people present, Nick looked at Kang De and said with his head bowed, "I overheard your conversation with the orcs earlier. I'm sorry."

Kang De said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, they're loud too—so what?"

Nick abruptly raised his head and said in a deep voice, "The Greenskins are numerous and incredibly powerful. If they weren't so disorganized and constantly fighting amongst themselves, they would have long been a scourge to the North. Now they're willing to fight for you..."

Kang De interrupted him, "I know what you're trying to say, but my answer is no."

Nick exclaimed excitedly, "Why? They clearly enjoy fighting too..."

Kang De calmly said, "It's their business if they like to fight. They can go back to their own homes and fight, or go out and find someone to fight. It doesn't matter if they get bloodied and dead. But if they listen to me and all of them go to fight the continent's overlord, every life they die will be mine."

Nick said, "But..."

"There are no 'buts'. Helping Goth was my own decision, and I take responsibility for it. I will enjoy all the benefits and bear all the consequences. But I am me, and they are them."

Kang De said slowly, "It's not that just because they call me the Big Mek and treat me as the person in the prophecy, I will automatically assume that role and enjoy the power that comes with it. What they think and what I do are two different things. I don't know them, nor have I done anything for them, so I won't let them risk their lives and shed blood for my selfish desires. There's no such logic in the world."

"I know what you're thinking, and I know these greens trust me a lot. They might treat a single word I say as a sacred decree and do it without hesitation. But the more they trust me, the less I can take advantage of them. To do this using their trust and goodwill would be a sin against me."

At this point, he reached out and tapped Nick's chest.

"Do you understand? This is what I mean. Don't do anything unnecessary. Stop thinking about it now, or you'll make things worse. I guarantee you won't even have time to cry later."

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PS1: Update... Ah, a new month, time to rise up!