The various races of the Source Realm also began sending people to the Goblin World, though their ships were far inferior to the goblins' ocean-going freighters.
The first group consisted of dwarf craftsmen. After disembarking at the docks, they followed goblin guides to tour the steelworks and machine workshops outside the Imperial City.
They watched components continuously moving along the assembly lines. From crude iron to finished products, they passed through smelting, casting, cutting, and assembly without stopping at any point.
A dwarf craftsman stood beside a conveyor belt, watching mechanical arms clamp onto red-hot iron ingots and carry them to the next station.
His eyes lit up. "How high a temperature can your furnaces maintain?"
The goblin engineer pointed at the gauge on the wall.
"As long as the furnace stays lit, it can maintain that temperature indefinitely."
The dwarf craftsman fell silent for a moment before asking, "If I need a batch of molds in specific shapes, can you help make them?"
The goblin engineer nodded. "Of course. Just draw up the blueprints."
Similar conversations took place between elven scholars and goblin biologists, as well as between orc hunters and goblin weaponsmiths.
The goblins freely shared basic industrial knowledge, but remained tight-lipped about high-level secrets. The various races of the Source Realm could not fully digest these technologies in such a short time.
They needed the Goblin World's industrial system, so they emptied their nations' treasuries and placed numerous orders.
Goblin World machinery also piled into small mountains at the Source Realm's ports.
Myriad Phenomena and Lynn had not stopped working over the past few months either, laboring together to digest the Source Realm.
The Source Realm's laws were more powerful than those of any world Lynn had invaded before, but because it lay within a spatial-temporal