"The Kingdom of Chariots truly lived up to its name!"
As they traveled, Prince Peter could not help but sigh with emotion.
As the nation that had experienced the most wars on the entire continent, the warlike Alpha Kingdom had organized every structure from top to bottom around serving warfare.
Years of Beastfolk invasions and accumulated racial hatred had concealed all kinds of domestic conflicts.
Everything before them was a true reflection of the Alpha Kingdom.
Soldier training required nutritional support. Even serf soldiers had to fill their stomachs before they could possess fighting strength.
That required sacrifices from the noble class. If they exploited the serfs without restraint, then speaking of combat power would be a joke.
To survive on the battlefield, a noble's private army had to be capable of fighting. For the private army to fight well, the soldiers had to be properly fed.
The pressure of survival had forced the noble class to change. Although the nature of society had not changed, the nobles' exploitation of serfs had indeed decreased.
More than ninety percent of the surplus value generated by agricultural production was consumed by the military. The extravagant lifestyles of nobles were becoming legend in the Alpha Kingdom.
The dawn of the Annihilation of the Orc Empire had appeared. From the king down to ordinary nobles, everyone was holding their breath.
The hatred accumulated over centuries had long seeped into the bones of every Alpha person. The ruling class had an exceptionally clear goal, and every major faction was striving to annihilate the Beastfolk.
Such powerful cohesion had only ever appeared in history books. To the representatives of the Avalart Kingdom, it was an endless shock.
"Your Highness, the Alpha Kingdom's circumstances are special. If the entire population had not become soldiers, it would probably