Waaaaagh!

"Once we cross this plain, we'll reach the Distant Harbor."

A sizable caravan stretched eastward, its pack animals rattling bells and emitting a foul stench.

Two Elf Expeditionary Force rangers were keeping watch from a distance, while Duchy of Goethe cavalry escorted them from afar. There were two reasons for this: first, the owner of the caravan possessed a token between Prince Kang De and Princess Tina; second, her caravan contained nearly two thousand greenskins.

The former implies that she is a friend and honored guest of the Dragon of Cathay.

The latter means that she is leading a huge uncertainty – two thousand ferocious greenskins, who could even break through the defenses of a small town and turn it into a living hell.

The caravan was clearly divided into two parts. The first part was clean, tidy, and orderly, with human carriages and guards, while the second part was a stench-filled, chaotic procession of nearly two thousand green-skinned men, advancing in a chaotic mob amidst shouting, cursing, and boasting.

The accompanying mage guards periodically blew strong winds to disperse the stench that tried to invade. Loud shouts and clamor from behind were incessant, making every human in the Civilization world feel disgusted, worried, and uneasy. In any case, having more than two thousand green-skinned people following behind was not a good feeling.

In the center of the heavily guarded and heavily protected caravan, in a spacious carriage adorned with the Vidal Family crest, a petite young girl sat at a dressing table fixed to the carriage floor.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, tilting her head slightly. Her silver hair swayed in soft waves. She picked up the small hat that was lying to the side and put it on at an angle. Then she leaned forward, close to the mirror, tilted her head, and examined her face from various angles. She pursed her lips and gave a sweet, fake smile. Then she noticed something was off about the corner of her eye, so she reached for the eyebrow pencil that was lying to the side.

Then her movements froze.

"Hold!"

Then she threw the eyebrow pencil away. "What the hell am I doing? That idiot Kang De [beep--] doesn't care about me at all. Why did I have to go up to him like that and even smile at him?"

She picked up the letter from the table, and the first line, "Dear friend," was glaringly obvious. Even though many days had passed, reading it again still filled her with rage. Leona pretended to tear it up, then showed a conflicted expression, and finally put the letter down with an uncertain look on her face.

"You bastard!" she said hatefully, "I'll tear you to pieces right in front of you and smear them on your bear face!"

She angrily threw the letter aside, and after a few seconds, she couldn't help but turn her head to look. Seeing that the letter was safely on the bed, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The girl looked at herself in the mirror and rubbed her face. "He wouldn't really...?"

"--That son of a bitch dares to do that!" Leona bit her finger. "If he dares to do that, I'll, I'll..."

After hesitating for a while, she still couldn't reveal any plans or ideas that could threaten Kang De.

"Hmph..." The girl patted her face, sullenly saying, "Why think about this? Anyway, he's so famous and capable now, I have nothing that can threaten him..."

At this point, Leona looked wistful.

Yes.

When Valentan first met Kang De, they were of similar status, and she was even slightly better off than him—she was a noblewoman from a prominent family in the southern part of the empire, the eldest daughter of the Vidal Chamber of Commerce, while Kang De was a member of the empire's blacklist and a wanted criminal, the so-called prince consort of Goth, a duchy that could be destroyed at any moment.

That's all.

At that time, he only knew a little alchemy, was a bit brave, and was somewhat capable; other than that, he had no other advantages or strengths.

They were trapped in the city of Valentan, threatened by the armies of the elves, and depended on each other for survival.

Then what?

Then the Star of the Firmament fell from the heavens, the Battle of Valentan shocked the world, followed by a thousand-mile rescue of Danfeng Lucerne, seven battles, seven victories, single-handedly forcing a draw against the Dusk Moon Dynasty, Distant Harbor, Broken Isles, one victory after another, unstoppable and invincible, the Dragon of Cathay's might shook the universe.

But he is still himself, an imperialist.

Leona was lost in thought, her emotions churning.

Within months, Kang De had transformed from a survivor in Glittering Sand Town into Forbidden Spell mage who intimidated the entire world, a powerful figure whom even the Phoenix King, the Emperor, and the Chairman of the Arcane Council had to respect and value. Even his own father, the head of the Vidal Family, had no chance to speak in front of the Emperor.

The difference in their social status is like heaven and earth.

Vidal's connections, wealth, and business routes were probably nothing in the other party's eyes...

The girl looked dejected and said softly, "What are you doing here?"

Why receive letters? Why reply to letters? Why come?

You ignored me for so long, but after writing me a letter, I'm ready to come running to do things for you.

Why should I...?

Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh, "People always praise me for my business acumen and talent. If I'm so good at business, how come when it comes to my own business, I end up selling things so cheaply..."

"I should have had that jerk come in person and offer him a generous invitation before I even considered doing him a job... Ugh, what was I thinking... It's a buyer's market..."

The silver-haired girl whispered, "What should I do...?"

Just then, a bell rang outside, and the old butler who had been attending to her whispered, "Young Miss? Goldtooth is here again. I've already sent someone to fetch Monier."

Leona paused for a moment, then said, "I understand."

She gazed at the girl in the mirror, her eyes darting about, her face filled with sorrow. Leona took a deep breath, reached out and rubbed her cheeks, closed her eyes for a moment, and opened them again, her expression now extremely cold.

Don't let others see your thoughts, and don't reveal your emotions in front of outsiders.

That's how you do business.

She pushed open the window and glanced at me coldly.

Huffing and puffing sounds came from behind, and a moment later, a huge wild boar caught up with the carriage. Riding on the boar was a big guy with green skin, thick fingers adorned with glittering gold rings, and a slender figure that was surprisingly dressed in a magnificent robe, his protruding tusks inlaid with gleaming gold.

"Good day, Your Excellency Leona, I, Goldtooth Biglad, salute you."

The Greenskins of the continent live in the northern wilderness, a desolate and harsh place untouched by Civilization, the edge of the world. There are eight known giant clan lineages of orcs living there. They are all the same in size and appearance, but there are differences between different tribes, just like humans.

The Bad Moon Clan is the most unique among them.

Goldtooth Biglad comes from the Bad Moon Clan. The orcs of this clan are the most intelligent among the Greenskins and have the closest ties with the Civilization world. In other words, they are the bridge between the Greenskins and the Civilization world - the Green City Chamber of Commerce, whose business has been growing in recent years, is their business.

This clan's thirst for wealth and profit has, in some ways, replaced the orcs' natural instincts of fighting and boasting, becoming the guiding principle of their actions.

Therefore, the Greenskin Merchant Guild monopolized all business from the Northern Wastes. They purchased metals, wine, weapons, food, raw materials, and other products from the Civilization world, transported them to the Wastes, and exchanged them for precious animal hides, rare ores, and spellcasting materials from this treacherous land—and of course, the most important commodity: the Greenskins, a source of soldiers who are fearless, eager for battle, easy to feed, and require no compensation.

Gladiators, mercenaries, slave laborers—the daily battles and conflicts between the various orc races continuously generate these things, and the Green City Chamber of Commerce controls this exclusive business.

The more than two thousand orcs led by Leona were purchased, selected and managed with the assistance of the Green City Chamber of Commerce. They were all lively, energetic and powerful young men. Under the supervision of the Green City Chamber of Commerce, although there were frequent fights and quarrels, the more than two thousand greenskins did not suffer large-scale fighting and casualties when they gathered together. This was all thanks to the management methods of the Evil Moon.

Leona glanced at Goldtooth and said calmly, "What is it?"

"Aren't we almost at the Distant Harbor?" Goldtooth rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "There are some things we need to discuss."

"Discuss?" the silver-haired girl said. "The contract is in black and white, the deposit has already been paid. The Green City Chamber of Commerce will help me safely bring these green-skinned animals to the Distant Harbor, settle the balance, and then you can leave."

Goldtooth grinned menacingly, his enormous gold earring swinging back and forth. "We'd like to meet the legendary Big Mek; we'll need your introduction, Miss."

When he said the words "Big Mek," he emphasized them, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Leona glanced at him.

Only the Red Hammer and Red Sickle tribes firmly believed in the legend of the Big Mek. The other greenskins were indifferent to it, especially the Evil Moon tribe. They scoffed at the idea that the so-called Big Mek was actually a human, thinking that the greenskins of the Red Hammer Tribe had lost their minds—what a joke.

But in the eyes of the businessmen in the Green City Chamber of Commerce, everything is tradable.

If the money is in place, let alone Kang De calling himself Big Mek, even if he called himself a god, the Evil Moons would nod in agreement and do their best to help him deceive and boast.

The silver-haired girl frowned inwardly. She didn't have a good impression of the greenskins of the Bad Moon Clan. In fact, even greenskins, after engaging in commercial activities, would develop cunning and scheming to their very bones. Under the lure of money, even the most foolish orc would become incredibly shrewd and have amazing intuition.

She said, "This isn't something I can decide; I'll bring it up with him."

Goldtooth spurred his mount forward, gazing at Leona. His large, bell-shaped eyes revealed a businessman's cunning and coldness. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that such a look came from a stupid, brainless orc.

The big guy lowered his voice. "I know what you're thinking, little shrimp. You were contacting other clans' greenskins the other day, trying to bypass us and scam those idiots, weren't you? We're warning you, only greenskins can do business with greenskins. Do you know what happened to those little shrimps who wanted to bypass us and go straight to the wasteland to do business? We've piled their skulls up like mountains."

Leona's eyes turned cold.

"That Prince Kang De is quite the player. Others who want to use greenskins have to pay money, but he doesn't want to spend money; he wants to use his title of 'Big Mek' to use them for free."

"He can order the greenskins around for free, but he has to pay us. We need the money, and with the money, we can help him scam people. Although his Forbidden Spell are powerful, there are many things he can't use Forbidden Spell for, we understand that. He's fallen out with Goth, he's at odds with the Imperials, he's an enemy of the Council, and he has an old grudge against Pointy Ears. He wants obedient and capable youngsters, and we orcs are perfect for that."

Goldtooth patted the war pig beneath him as he said this, "It works remarkably well."

--From beginning to end, the Evil Moons didn't believe the legend of the Big Mek. Who would think that a human could be the so-called Big Mek? They thought that the Red Hammer Greenskins were out of their minds, and that the Cathay Shrimp Kang De was a cunning little shrimp who actually wanted to trick the Greenskins into fighting for him for free. There was no such thing as a free lunch.

We need to divide the money; we need to give money to Xie Yue.

Leona's eyes were icy as she scoffed, "If that's what you think, then tell Kang De that."

Goldtooth sneered, "You little shrimp, you're not being honest. We're in business, we can't offend our big customers. I know what you're up to. You want to use Green Man to curry favor with Kang De and get rid of us, but we can't let you take all the benefits. That depends on whether our Green City Chamber of Commerce agrees."

Leona's expression changed. "Who wants to please him!"

"Of course it's you! I could tell. Your face changes every time Kang De is mentioned. I know it all. You're just someone who can't offer anything decent. You're using us green-skinned guys to lure rich guys, so you can't just not pay up."

Goldtooth sneered, "Without green skins, what do you have? What are you even worth?"

The silver-haired girl raised her eyebrows sharply and said sternly, "Shut up!"

"You little shrimps have always been like this, always saying one thing and meaning another. When we call out your true thoughts, you get angry. But you need to think carefully: does Kang De want us, or does he want you?"

The orc pointed behind him. "Five hundred big boars and fifteen hundred orc lads, is that enough to bolster Kang De's reputation? They're the toughest orcs we picked, powerful and fierce, each wielding a greatsword, wearing iron armor, and carrying bone spears. We can make them believe Kang De is the Big Mek, and they'll do whatever Kang De says. And we can pull thousands more of these greenskins from the wastelands! Little shrimp, tell me, Kang De's short of troops right now, does he value us more, or you?"

Leona pursed her lips, her body trembling inside the carriage. Her small, silk-gloved hands gripped the window sill tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She wanted to loudly refute the other's statement, but this cunning greenskin had exposed her deepest concern—what could she possibly offer Kang De?

After all, a businessman's mindset had become ingrained in her instinctive thinking.

The answer left her feeling powerless, even panicked.

Goldtooth continued, "I don't want to offend you either. We still have business with Vidal. If you want to introduce us to Kang De, you'll have to give way to our business dealings, and we'll also get a share of the profits from Kang De. Hmph, a small fry trying to act Big Mek, you still need our approval..."

--Before the words were finished, a faint rumbling sound echoed from the horizon.

Goldtooth was startled. "What was that sound?"

At the same time, the caravan's guards shouted, "Slow down! Slow down! Halt! Defend!"

The orc thought for a moment, then immediately looked at Leona: "If someone robs us or does something bad, we'll help, but you'll have to pay us—what are you laughing at?"

Goldtooth Biglad, was astonished to find that this human behemoth, after his initial surprise, revealed a delighted smile, "You know what's coming? That strange noise..."

He heard a whooshing sound coming from the sky.

Three heavy helicopters flew past, their rotors whistling through the air, followed by a violent tremor. The guards' shouts were drowned out by the approaching roar. For a moment, Goldtooth even thought he was hallucinating, because he heard a wave of sound coming from afar.

That was the loudest roar I've ever heard in my life.

It is the roar of the northern wilderness, suppressing the gale and the snowstorm.

That is...

"WAAAAAAGH!"

Black smoke rose from the hills on both sides.

A series of lightning-fast shadows shot out, leaping from the low slope and landing heavily. They were roaring steel war beasts, spewing thick black smoke, their bodies covered with fangs, bone spears, and other strange contraptions. Their horns were bright red, and the big guy riding them was roaring to the sky!

"WAAAAAAAGH!"

Goldtooth Tooth exclaimed in terror, "What is that?!"

He felt a chill and envy that came from the depths of his soul, and the war pig beneath him trembled and howled softly!

Hundreds of heavy, green-skinned locomotives surged forth from the hills on either side, speeding across the plains and intersecting with the caravans. The locomotive riders, dressed in brightly colored clothing adorned with various cool ironware, electronic boards, plastic products, and bone artifacts, gripped the handlebars with one hand and raised the other, giving the caravan the middle finger and sticking out their tongues. The flags, bone spears, and totems on the locomotives fluttered in the wind!

They were laughing hysterically!

An even louder roar came from ahead. Following the motorcycles, pickup trucks, muscle cars, and monster trucks surged forward, their roofs ripped off, even the steering wheels heavily modified by the green-skinned thugs. Their bodies were painted with ghastly white skulls, blood-soaked beast faces, and green blood droplets. The menacing rams, terrifying meat grinders, and horrifying welded armor made these civilian vehicles look like war monsters! Laughing maniacally, the green-skinned thugs twisted valves, and pipes shot Flame skyward with eerie howls!

Goldtooth stared dumbfounded as a heavy pickup truck roared past. A green-skinned man on the truck bed activated a heavy anti-aircraft gun, its barrel spitting fire into the air with deafening booms. The green-skinned man on the truck roared, "Hey little shrimps! Big Mek sent us to greet you!"

The other greens roared in response.

"WAAAAAGH!"

The green-skinned man trembled and stammered, "This... this..."

He realized something was wrong.

Then he heard wild notes, a furious roar, as if his blood was boiling.

Beyond the barren hills, truly colossal creatures emerged, a fleet of off-road trucks resembling the war behemoths of the Comora, chained together, spears laid horizontally, and numerous war machines stained with bright red paint. The green-skinned figures hanging on the trucks roared wildly. Goldtooth looked on in horror and recognized the green-skinned figure on the largest truck in the very center!

That is...

"Kan Fantian!"

The war fortress, surrounded by off-road trucks, had a high platform built from the truck Kan Fantian. Kan Fantian stood at the highest point, with a dense array of speakers, subwoofers, and large theater-grade sound systems behind him. The orc warlord grabbed a barbed, menacing speaker and started playing music with a deafening roar!

From the high platform, nine orcs hammered the giant totem drum!

Shocking, fierce, and ear-piercing notes resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the green-skinned men roared in unison!

"WAAAAAAGH!"

"We are the Greenskin Musket Corps!"

Kan Fantian also saw Leona and waved happily. "Little shrimp Leona! Big Mek sent us to pick you up! They're behind us! Let's go take care of those green-skinned brats first!"

The war pig beneath Goldtooth Tooth had already collapsed, its legs giving way.

The orcs of the Green City Chamber of Commerce stared in disbelief at everything around them. After the Greenskin Musket Corps, a giant dragon roared in, followed by war machines that were much more normal than the green-skinned ones, human cavalry, elven cavalry, mages... They came from all directions, arriving at this place.

Finally, he saw the Cathayan, who had come surrounded by all sorts of people.

Upon seeing the other person for the first time, his legs went weak, and he involuntarily knelt down.

The caravan had already stopped. Leona stepped down from the carriage. Amidst the clamor and the roars of orcs from behind, Leona heard nothing else.

Kang De flipped his hand behind his back, and a bouquet of fiery red roses appeared out of thin air and was presented to him.

"Let me introduce you all. This is Leona Vidal, my confidante and friend through thick and thin. She has accepted my invitation to join the West Goth Company and manage my personal business."

Kang De grasped Leona's hand and smiled at the Shogunate officials and people from all walks of life behind him.

"Come on, everyone, let's get to know each other."

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PS1: Update -- Happy National Day! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!