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Chapter 1122 - 1122 170 Before the Flames of War Ignite the Tide of Migrant Workers Rises_2

1122: Chapter 170: Before the Flames of War Ignite, the Tide of Migrant Workers Rises_2 1122: Chapter 170: Before the Flames of War Ignite, the Tide of Migrant Workers Rises_2 Of course, this was the result of historical factors.

Heritage required time to accumulate, and the Kingdom’s constant life-and-death battles with the Orc Empire inevitably led to losses.

Purely relying on natural reproduction, the growth rate of Magical Beasts was too slow.

After all, the probability of capturing both a male and a female Magical Beast at the same time was extremely low.

Perhaps it was time to consider letting Maxim display his affections again.

The powerful genes of the Dragon Race could breed across species, which other Magical Beasts were incapable of.

When ordinary Low-level Magic Beasts interbred with other species, there was only a very small chance of producing offspring with higher talents.

More often, the result was a bunch of magic-resistant freaks.

It was said that racial segregation stemmed from bloodline conflicts.

When Low-level Magic Beasts interbred with High-order Demon Beasts, the bloodlines of the High-order Demon Beasts could suppress those of the Low-level ones, thus preventing bloodline conflicts.

Undoubtedly, aside from the aesthetic preferences of Giant Dragons during their mating season, which could transcend species, the sexual orientation of other High-order Demon Beasts was quite normal.

Apart from some oddities, most High-order Demon Beasts had a preference for their own kind.

Forcing them to mate with Low-level Magic Beasts could be fatal.

Looking at the composition of Magical Beasts in various countries, it was clear that they were mostly Sub-dragon beasts.

Even if they didn’t have Giant Dragons of their own, they would send people to capture Sub-dragon beasts in the wild.

In this regard, the Major Nobles of the Kingdom had also been busy.

It was just that for various special reasons, they hadn’t put in as much effort in recent years.

…

On the vast plains, the Bimon Cavalry moved at a leisurely pace, showing no sense of urgency despite the war.

“Legion Commander, we haven’t found any trace of the enemy.

If we keep wandering around here, I’m afraid we won’t have a good explanation to give when we return,”

a young Bimon officer asked.

They had been circling above Snow Moon Lake for three days and hadn’t seen a shadow of the enemy.

Yet their Legion Commander still ordered them to keep searching.

“Nancy, things are not as simple as you imagine.

Everyone knows the enemy is below Snow Moon Lake, but why do you think our Clan Leader ordered us to attack from above?”

Ulan Qimeng said with a chuckle.

His good mood was evident, and anyone could easily tell that he was brimming with joy.

Not encountering the enemy was exactly what they wanted since their mission was to avoid conflict with the enemy.

Delving into the Snow Moon Lake Region was merely an act to complete a domestic mission, and it posed no benefit to the Bimon Tribe.

If they foolishly invaded and triggered a full-scale war, the Bimon Tribe would not be able to withstand the counterattack from Alpha Kingdom.

Even if the Orc Empire could underwrite them, as a clan on the front lines, the Bimon Tribe would suffer heavy losses.

“Legion Commander, you mean to say…”

Nancy cut himself off mid-sentence, realizing it was better to keep silent.

Some things were better known than said.

As the new Clan Leader, Butzwieg had painted them a picture of reclaiming the Royal Family’s status, and his prestige was soaring!

The Bimon clan was united in thought like never before; everyone was waiting for the domestic clans to kill each other, hoping to sweep in and reap the benefits when they had weakened each other sufficiently.

Armed coups required undeniable strength.

There was no need for Butzwieg to explicitly command it; the clever ones already understood the importance of preserving their force.

When the future destiny of their species was at stake, even the most aggressive War Faction members became conservative.

“Send out orders for spies to be placed a hundred miles out.

If they spot the enemy, signal us immediately!”

Ulan Qimeng instructed without changing his expression.

With no battle orders, they might as well treat it as an outing.

The war report could be casually drafted when they returned; no one would focus on the details at this time.

Those making trouble for them at home were competitors, not one of the Four Royal Families.

Now, the major royal clans were busy licking their wounds and recuperating, with no intention of starting a war.

Pressuring them into deploying troops and starting a war brought no advantages to the Four Royal Families.

…

“The enemy has come!”

“The enemy has gone!”

“The enemy has come again!”

“The enemy has gone again!”

Watching the intelligence reported by the Air Force, Hudson was lost for words.

It was like an endless cycle—a monkey show!

The Bimon Cavalry just came over for a round each time and disappeared at the fastest speed before the Kingdom’s Army could arrive, denying them any chance for contact.

The officers in the command center were baffled, uncertain whether to continue mobilizing troops.

“The idea of a counterattack,” just as it emerged, was swiftly dismissed by Hudson.

Starting a war was easy, but the aftermath was difficult.

Wars were fought not just with military might but also with money and provisions.

After finally catching a breath, the Kingdom could ill afford to be dragged into a conflict again.

The lower-ranking Nobles would be utterly frantic.

Hudson knew that even wealthy regions like the Southeastern Province had many Nobles facing financial crises, not to mention others.

Another nationwide war might or might not crush the Orc Empire, but the foundational rule of the Kingdom was sure to be compromised.

Especially the Noble Lords of the Seven Northern Provinces, who led lives of extreme hardship.

Hudson had thought it was a land of opportunity until he realized it was a camp of poor losers.

The rich live their lives, and the poor find ways to survive.

To avoid transit taxes, many lower-ranking Nobles had been making long journeys to New Moon Port to purchase supplies.

They bought the cheapest grain, the most durable fabrics, the cheapest coarse salt, and relied solely on hunting for meat.

Even the Noble Lords couldn’t ensure meat in their daily diet.