Xikou County is not big, but with such a large population, it naturally has supporting industries and job opportunities.
Xikou Shenglai Fish Processing Factory is the largest and best-selling industrial park here.
It and its more than a dozen downstream units in the industrial chain, relying on the advantages of Linjiang and human resources, include a series of business projects such as canned fish production, salted fish pickling, and raw fish processing.
There are 300,000 people in the entire West Exit, and at least 30,000 of them have something to do with their livelihood and business, which can be regarded as the backbone of the county.
After the disaster broke out, this huge factory area that used to meet the needs of tens of thousands of people fell immediately because of Linjiang.
But unlike what most people expected, not only did it not stop work immediately, but it became even busier...
"Kaka."
The conveyor belt in the factory building was still running slowly, and the roar of machinery and processing only stopped briefly.
The next morning, the factory resumed work, but the equipment hanging on the conveyor belt was not what it used to be.
Most of the "meat" hanging on it is very calm, and only a handful of those who are tenacious in life can moan incomprehensibly.
".....help me....."
"Give me a pleasure..."
Each human being was sent directly into the modified machinery without even peeling off his "skin", and eventually became the material for "military rations".
With an average body size of nearly two meters, the soldiers' class has jagged teeth and a powerful digestive system, so they won't complain about the rags in the can.
Perhaps many people only understand foreign races as a hostile ethnic group, but the "Shackles" are a super-theocratic society with a complete social system. Their understanding of most weak ethnic groups has always been about food and slaves.
On the other side of the factory, a large number of vehicles and other machinery were piled up. Shaklai technicians, who had just completed the transformation of the production line, were trying to transform them into usable war machines.
This time, the gate was too narrow and the restrictions were very high. Only the physical bodies of the tribesmen could pass through. The tribesmen who lacked armed support were asking for help in many areas.
The murlocs of the Yinbei Tribe were surprised to find that their first wave of attacks had been sniped from all sides, and powerful "Chosen Ones" appeared in some areas.
Even if there are many reasons for this, including no spell support, no war machines, and no accompanying large sea beasts, this is not the reason for the silver shells who have conquered the entire sea area and are invincible to stop expanding.
On the one hand, they asked for help from the other side of the door, and on the other hand, they also made preparations for a long-term battle.
"...Strange creatures and technologies, their machinery is actually afraid of water, and their 'circuit' used as the core is actually afraid of water..."
"Unlike us, their world is actually built on the water. There are no ubiquitous undercurrents. They can only rely on their own fins to move. This makes our soldiers very uncomfortable. They waste more than half of their physical strength before going to the battlefield.
....”
"...Perhaps, rather than war machines, we need to prepare transportation tools for them. Do you think these tools, which are called 'motorcycles', can be used as the basis for transformation..."
Those strange-sounding noises in the air turned into human language with precise pronunciation underwater.
In order to use local tools according to local conditions, the tribal priests used incantations, allowing these technicians to master the local language and writing in a short time.
But their language and vocal organs are originally vibrations in the water, and they cannot communicate with each other after leaving the water.
Now, a group of technicians with a minimum height of two meters can only bend down and bury their heads under the flood water to communicate with each other, which is quite uncomfortable.
But they added half of the day's work to one night, and achieved certain results.
In the center of the open space, there were countless machines piled up, and the giant "ray" that was at least ten stories high was the answer sheet they squeezed out.
"...It's so rough. The priest won't leave us to feed the fish..."
"Kaka, so, I suggest sending a group of flying warriors to take back those iron pieces (ships) in the south that can only float. We also have more materials..."
There were too few materials, and even with the help of supernatural powers and spells, they could only piece together a war beast.
They are afraid of the wrath of the priests who are the leaders of the tribe, and are now using their connections in private to see if they can get more "materials".
But the priests of higher classes also have more important things to be busy with.
Deep in the factory, the cold storage that was originally used as a storage room was already packed to the brim.
However, the original "commodity" has been thrown outside and eaten by big fish and small fish. Now it is filled with the most tender "high-quality meat".
And the slave class, who have nothing but strength, are throwing baskets of black pearls on the meat.
"Be gentle, be gentle, these are the best goods. If you break one of them, you will turn into irrational animal slaves!"
These slaves moved faster, but were more careful, because they knew that the priest's roar was definitely not empty words.
In their ethnic hierarchy, those who can be even lower than these slaves who are disqualified as warriors are the beast slaves who were abandoned from the beginning and are now the countless cannon fodder that floods the entire city.
House slaves like myself can grow to over 1.78 meters tall, but those beasts that lack nutrition and divine attention are only 1.45 meters tall and very thin.
Finally, when the "meat" in the warehouse was covered with "black pearls", the slaves began to pour the red viscous liquid on it.
"...Our god, the master of six-mouthed, three-hearted and eight-clawed..."
The priest raised the twisted scepter that symbolized divine power, and light blue ripples spread from it, and the black pearls covering it began to move.
"Click."
When the first "little fish" emerged from it, its first target was not the "reserve grain" below, but the nearest pearl that was about to move.
The small fishes were eating each other, but the priests and slaves seemed to turn a blind eye. Perhaps this was the normal behavior of the Shackleton society.
"...With sixteen thousand eggs, this warehouse can produce a hundred good seedlings. It would be great if it can produce ten mutants. It depends on whether the meat material is powerful enough...
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Killing each other and evolving through cannibalism is the normal life of the Shaklai people.
What the priest did was just speed up the incubation process that originally took three to six months.
Next, with the help of magic, it is expected that the half-month competition to retain talents will be completed within one day.
The price that needs to be paid is that the new tribesmen only have less than half the life of the normal tribesmen... and as long as they make enough achievements to improve their class before death, this is not really a problem.
"Very good, very good, this bait is good."
Seeing that the little fishmen were growing rapidly one by one and showing signs of mutants so quickly, the priest nodded with satisfaction.
He is still very busy. In a dozen warehouses next door, the food reserves have been laid out, and the incubation process will be started next.
"One hatchery may not be enough. How about sending the army to find a suitable location..."
While the Shacklebolt priest was thinking about his work, he didn't notice the calm eyes on the ceiling.
"By the way, we don't have enough materials. Let those slaves get more... ugh!!"
The sudden lowering of the noose directly dragged the tall fishman into the sky. The struggling priest could only kick his legs without any hindrance and yank the tentacles around his neck in vain.
The slaves who walked around him didn't dare to raise their heads and look at their master. At the first time, they didn't notice his disappearance.
After a brief period of calm, only the body with its severed head hung hanging.
At this moment, chaos broke out instantly, and the sharp noises of the fishmen echoed in the passage.
But Lu, someone, had already avoided the blind spot in the field of vision, hanging upside down from the ceiling so lightly, and walked over silently.
Ceiling, walls, he just walked calmly to the door of the icehouse.
From top to bottom, he pinched the giant slave fish that was blocking the way, and with one hand he turned off the freezing setting to the lowest temperature.
"The hatchery is ok, and the priest x5 is ok... Is it a city that cannot be saved? Then, just kill more people..."