During this period, Great Zhou's immigration policy and the immigration of the first six hundred goblins had become hot topics among the goblin population.
The goblins were all sounding one another out about their thoughts.
The goblin race was selfish, yet also prone to following the crowd.
In their view, if the goblins they knew all immigrated together with them, they could look out for one another in the new place.
To a certain extent, this notion was also an expression of selfishness.
Under these circumstances, the temporarily established Immigration Bureau issued another bombshell announcement.
The first batch would consist of a total of fifty thousand immigration slots, with goblins possessing professional skills given priority.
The moment this news came out, the goblin population exploded into an uproar.
Fifty thousand slots? Did that mean only one out of roughly twenty goblins could successfully immigrate?!
At first, the goblins had assumed that anyone who wanted to immigrate could do so. They could afford to wait and see a little longer and decide after observing the situation.
But once the fifty thousand slots were fixed, the situation immediately changed. It meant that you might very well miss out entirely!
After the announcement was issued, the line at the immigration registration window stretched straight from one end of the street to the other by that afternoon.
The goblins' thoughts were simple enough now: the slots were limited for the time being, so they would register first and worry about the rest later.
Meanwhile, the first six hundred goblin immigrants had already boarded two goblin airships and were making their unhurried way to the border of Saint Roland.
Unlike the main force, which had to cross the desert on foot, goblin airships ignored the terrain and the desert climate. They flew at high altitude