The status of aristocrats is the best pass in the orc kingdom.

Chang Hao deeply understood this during the journey.

Each nobleman has his own unique medal. Chang Hao had a lord medal on his chest that was awarded the identity of a parliament to represent his viscount. It was engraved with the sea of ​​grass and sky unique to the northern provinces. The medal was shining with golden light, so bright that it could blind people's eyes.

However, when this medal was given to Chang Hao's hand, the fineness of the pattern on it was really not satisfactory. Chang Hao was so scared that he threw it to Yan Yao and asked him to recast it.

The traffic in the kingdom mainly relies on beast cars, from the slowest and cheapest inferior carriage to the fastest and most expensive wind-treading beast carriage. Chang Hao, based on the most important principle of saving outside, bought three or two wind-treading beast carriages, one by himself, one by Panta and Herbert, and one by Platinum and Anna.

When the business that rented the Wind-Traveling Beast Cart saw that it was a nobleman coming to the door, fearing that there would be poor hospitality on the road, the branch owner strongly stated that he would drive the Beast Cart himself to take them to the capital.

The beast carriage carried them through the grasslands, mountains and rivers, and crossed the rivers. As they approached the central province, the climate gradually became warm and moist from the dryness and cold in the north. It was indeed a good place for nobles to retire and settle.

The territory of the Orc Kingdom is still very vast. Chang Hao roughly estimated that it is equivalent to Mexico's land area of ​​about 2 million square kilometers. This vast land of 2 million square kilometers only lives about 60 million orcs, with a sparse population density. Except for towns and villages, there are basically no people in other places.

The speed of the Wind-Treading Beast Car is indeed well-known. The boss of the Beast Car is also very skilled. He has almost never stopped a lot except for night rest along the way. Chang Hao and the others finally got what they wanted and arrived outside the capital Pompeii early on the morning of the meeting.

Chang Hao, dressed in a noble, lifted the roller shutter of the carriage and looked at the king capital Pompeii in the distance, like a sleeping giant beast in the dim morning light, across his entire field of vision.

The walls of the royal capital Pompeii are a bit incredible, 50 meters high, and the materials used on the base of the city wall are also thick and unreasonable. You can even use "li" to be used as a unit of measurement for the length of the base. Judging from the dry dark brown blood on the surface of the bricks and stones on the city wall, this city has obviously experienced the baptism of war.

The city was filled with sculpture-like warriors. The corner tower and the arrow tower formed an independent crossfire unit every few dozen meters away. Each arrow tower was equipped with a ferocious sickle-blade crossbow, which coldly looked at the bustling crowd in front of the city gate.

The launching strings of the sickle blade crossbow chariot are made of the strong hamstrings of prehistoric giant fleas, which can easily launch high-speed rotating sickle blades the size of millstones. They can crush everything in front of you into a meat paste all over the ground, which is a nightmare for all heavy-armed warriors.

This complex craftsmanship of sickle blade crossbow is not a contemporary product. Each of them is a historical witness of the sea and land war. These war machines invented by hilly dwarves at that time gave the sea tribe a heavy blow. Later, for various reasons, they were left in the territory of the orc kingdom and became deterrent weapons at the head of the capital.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, local conflicts broke out between orcs and humans. The human Cross Expeditionary Force advanced to the city of Pompeii. The Cross Expeditionary Force wanted to take down the capital of the Orc Kingdom with its excellent equipment, but it was defeated by the firepower of dozens of sickle-blade crossbows. If it weren't for the several high-level magicians who accompanied the army smashed half of the sickle-blade crossbows with dense meteor fire rain, the Cross Expeditionary Force of the Human Empire would have cancelled the number after returning home.

Chang Hao generously gave the coachman double the reward, not only because of his excellent skills, but because Herbert and Panta almost crushed the Wind-Treading Beast who was pulling the cart along the way. If these two goods weren't too heavy, they would have arrived one day earlier.

Saying off the driving boss who kept saying "Thank you, kind aristocratic master", Chang Hao made up his valuable aristocratic outfit and prepared to enter the city.

There was a noble passage at the gate of Pompeii. The soldiers guarding the passage saw no one hundred or eighty aristocratic masters every day, and they had long been accustomed to it. But when they saw Herbert and Panta, who were no less than the mammoths, walked over, they still breathed heavily subconsciously. Then they looked at the young nobleman who was only a viscount walking in front, and couldn't help but feel a little awe in their eyes.

The Orc Kingdom has always been martial. Whoever has a great fist and who has outstanding achievements will be able to receive enough respect. Look at the two strong men with muscles, Herbert and Panta, even if the one who is walking in front of them is a slut, he has to squeeze out a smile of acceptance on his face.

A leading werewolf officer registered the identity of the group, and he asked carefully: "Will you come to participate in the winter combat meeting?"

"Not bad." Chang Hao nodded.

"Then please wait for a moment here. I will arrange a beast cart to take you to the Babylon Palace where the conference is." The werewolf officer saluted.

"Is the Babylonian Palace very far from here?" Chang Hao looked into the city. Pompeii was different from small towns like Lonya and Kotav. From the city gate to the main road in the center and both sides were divided into administrative regions.

"It's not very far, but there are still around two kilometers. You can go by the beast cart very quickly. Please rest assured that you will never delay your trip." The werewolf officer gave a wink at his subordinates, and soon several luxuriously decorated beast carts ran towards him.

"Don't worry, where can you king have morning tea?" After running around for more than half a month, he didn't want to go to the meeting with empty stomach.

When it comes to eating, Herbert and Panta's two fools were shining. Although Platinum did not express her opinion, she took the initiative to take charge of the work of alert along the way, sleeping in the open and having the opportunity to taste the food of Wangdu. As for Anna, it doesn't matter, because she has been affiliated with the temple, she has been running to Wangdu a lot in the past.

"Uh... there are a few pretty good morning tea shops in the commercial area." The werewolf officer was obviously asked by a nobleman from other places for the first time. He was a little confused for a moment, but he quickly realized. Officers like them who live in the royal capital not only have high salaries and good treatment, but their life after get off work is also rich and colorful. They often gather in groups of delicious and fun places, and they know it in their hearts.

"Then let the beast car take us to have morning tea first, and then go to the Babylon Palace." Before Chang Hao finished speaking, the two foolish guards squeezed into the beast car before him.

The axle of the beast car immediately whineeded unbearable.

The beast carriage carried the Lord of Light and his party to the Wangdu Commercial District soon. After learning that there was a noble sacrifice among them, the werewolf officer quickly sent an additional guard composed of five soldiers to protect him.

Chang Hao tutted his mouth. The identity of the emotional priest is so noble in the orc kingdom, it is much cooler than his lord.

When they arrived at the place where they had morning tea, they found that the administrative and commercial districts were actually very close, just a few steps away. Chang Hao asked the beast carts and the guards not to wait for them, and they just walked over by themselves later.

After all, when I was having morning tea, I had a circle of guards around me, which had a bad impact.

After tasting the unique flavor of the royal capital morning tea, the sun was already rising, Chang Hao and his party also set off for the Babylon Palace. The streets of the royal capital gradually became lively from deserted, and there were many more luxurious beast cars on the road. It seemed that the nobles who were preparing to go to the Babylon Palace were undoubtedly the nobles.

Chang Hao stopped under the long white jade steps in front of the Babylon Palace and sighed.

People say that 70% of the craftsmen in the orc kingdom gather in the capital, and now it seems that this statement is not an exaggeration at all. Looking at the construction process of these luxurious palaces and the materials used at all costs, the manpower and material resources invested in them are definitely astronomical. In the shortage of resources throughout the kingdom, this practice is really a waste of money.

In this era when wars may break out, craftsmen should serve basic people's livelihood and military construction, but now they have become tools for the nobles of the central province to frame themselves and whitewash the peace. The soldiers of other provinces are still fighting against the enemy with backward leather and vine armor due to shortage of funds, while the iron armor that should have saved their lives was transported to the rear and built luxurious palaces, which is a pity.

"The nobles do not know the hatred of the destruction of the country, but they still sing the back garden flowers across the river."

Chang Hao shook his head and said to himself. Anna beside him lit up because of this poem that alludes to the decaying aristocratic circle of the Central Province. She didn't expect that there were still a few drops of ink in the lord's belly.

"Are you the lord of the Bright Field?"

The sudden inquiry sound from behind made Chang Hao turn around. What caught his eye was a young man in luxury. He had short golden hair, sunny and sincere smile, and two lion heads and shoulder pads made of fine iron are rare no matter how you look at it.

Chang Hao was about to ask who he was, but Anna next to him quickly covered his mouth.
Chapter completed!