Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The name "Eye of Salta" was given by Dacus, and it is located on the hillside leading to Potosi. It is called this because there are hot springs here.

And the scenery is very good. The vast salt lake in the distance lies quietly on the ground, like a huge white carpet, shining with the light of salt crystals in the sun. The open and dry land is occasionally blown by the breeze, raising a light salt dust.

Further away, the Caucón Plain unfolds slowly like a painting, with undulating terrain like waves, sometimes gentle and sometimes steep. Large tracts of fertile areas are revealed, dotted with wild quinoa, and small red-orange flowers swaying in the breeze, as if foreshadowing the harvest season.

Herds of alpacas roam freely on the plains, they nibble on the grass on the ground leisurely, and occasionally make slight calls, adding a bit of vitality.

Pink flamingos fly back to the salt marsh from the distant sky, and their wings draw graceful arcs in the air. They landed in groups on the salt marshes and surrounding lakes, lowered their long necks, pecked at the water surface, and looked for saltwater shrimps hidden in the shallow water.

The air was mixed with a faint smell of salt and the fragrance of grass and trees. The skyline in the distance merged with the horizon. Everything seemed so quiet and vast, as if time was frozen at this moment.

This was the place where he planned to retire. When he had the chance, he planned to build a manor of his own here, bathing in the embrace of nature, and feeling the tranquility and relaxation brought by the hot springs. Occasionally, he could invite Master Ma to come and talk about big plans while boiling frogs in warm water. At that time, he would build a helipad for God Ha to use, and if there was any situation, he would just fly by plane.

Now... there was no change from the last time he came. If there was any change, it was that the land was fenced off and horses were run.

Salta Province is not only famous for its rich silver salt resources, but also an important agricultural and industrial production center. In this vast land, Duruchi not only mined silver salt, but also planted large areas of tobacco, sugarcane and rubber, as well as a small area of ​​coke.

Tobacco cultivation provides abundant raw materials for the tobacco processing industry in the region. The concentrated tobacco processing factories ferment, dry and roll fresh tobacco leaves, and make exquisite tobacco products, namely tobacco, through a series of complex processes.

The large tracts of sugarcane fields present a deep green ocean with the change of seasons. Every harvest season, thousands of labor dispatches gather in the sugarcane fields and cut the sugarcane one by one. The sugarcane leaves are then collected, some of which are used as feed and firewood, while the other part is used to return to the fields.

The process of returning to the fields is very important because sugarcane leaves are rich in organic matter and nutrients, which can effectively improve soil structure and help prevent soil erosion. However, since there is no sugarcane leaf crushing and returning machine, the labor dispatches can only use wooden rakes to spread the leaves evenly in the fields, and then the tillage equipment slowly drives over and turns the leaves into the soil.

Then, wait for the arrival of the rainy season, so that the soil can further decompose the leaves and release beneficial nutrients. In the words of the sorcerer, this step is conducive to the concentration of the wind of Jilun...

The sugar factory sends the harvested sugarcane into the press to extract the sugarcane juice, which is then transported to a large pot for cooking. After multiple filtration and concentration processes, the light brown raw sucrose is finally extracted... This raw sugar retains the natural flavor of sugarcane, with a slightly sticky texture and a light caramel aroma.

At the same time, the juice of the sugarcane is also sent to the sugarcane winery, where it is fermented and distilled to be converted into rum. This wine has a unique sugarcane sweetness and is used as a warm and refreshing drink during the voyage and is distributed to sailors.

The by-products produced in the sugar making process, such as sugarcane bagasse, will not be wasted. They will be sent to the feed processing plant, crushed and processed to make livestock feed.

The whole process shows the full utilization of sugarcane. From sugar, wine to feed, the sugar industry not only promotes the development of the food and alcohol industries, but also realizes the perfect cycle of ecological economy.

The next step is to wait for the establishment of the Emerald Garden and the Priest of Val to further upgrade the sugarcane, tobacco and rubber industries.

As for cigarettes, Dacus left this violent industry to Krakalond, and the emergence of cigarettes represents the formation of the papermaking industry, which can be put into use on a large scale. Only Krakalond can do this, and no other place can. There is no way, because Krakalond has extremely rich forestry resources.

The parade team slowly moved forward on the mountainside, and the air was filled with a faint chill and dry dust. Looking down the mountain road, at the end of the line of sight, a team of alpacas could be vaguely seen walking slowly and steadily towards the team.

These large alpacas were full of heavy cloth bags. Obviously, this was a team of alpacas that transported the minted silver coins from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Ariello, the driver, played by the labor dispatch, shouted in a low voice under the custody of the Duruchi soldiers, driving these tough animals. The alpacas walked carefully on the narrow mountain road, keeping a relatively precise distance from each other.

When they first came to Potosí, Dacus had asked the Druks to discuss the issue of transportation. Some said they would use a donkey that lives in the Estalia Mountains, some said they would use elf war horses, some said they would use mules, and some said they would use llamas. In short, there were all kinds of suggestions.

Now the answer is clear: llamas.

Although alpacas are not as strong as horses, they can blend in with the mountain terrain, with steady and firm steps and their hair trembling slightly in the cold wind. They adapt to the local environment and can move freely in the harsh conditions of high altitude and mountainous areas. They can carry ore and supplies for a long time and trek through steep mountain roads. Each alpaca carries goods that are almost as high as itself. Even if the load is not particularly large, the huge number is there.

The word Potosí comes from the lizardman language. It is an onomatopoeia and a noun. The onomatopoeia is used to describe the sound of mining tools hitting ore, and the name is wealth. It is translated into "Potosi" in the Elsalin language of the elves.

"I am the rich Potosí, the treasury of the world, the king of the mountains, and the envy of the king. "-The motto of the shield of the city of Potosí, granted by Malekith.

"I seem to know why you had to blow up that silver mountain." Talos looked up for a moment and turned to Dacus, with a hint of enlightenment on his face.

"After staying here for a few days, you can remove the word 'seem'." After Maranul finished speaking in a nonchalant tone, he jumped off the back of the cold lizard and walked towards Garros who was walking quickly.

If there was no scar on his forehead, Garros looked very ordinary, without any mark, a typical male Duruchi. If you have to say it, because of the long-term rule of Potos, his face has become more fierce and gloomy.

He is a descendant of the Godric family of Krakalond, and the Godric family is a die-hard supporter of the Hell Disaster Family. When hunting Mangil, he fought side by side with Dacus. He was the slowest team to leave the city, making Dacus and others wait for a long time, but he was really active when fighting, and his attack was really dark.

"Your face...?" After the hug, Garros pointed at his face.

"Nothing, it was left when I fought a monster in Elsin Alvin. I killed it alone, but unfortunately... I couldn't bring its head back." Maranul spread his hands, and his tone was so calm that it seemed as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

His words achieved the effect he wanted, and Garros's expression became extremely strange, his mouth kept closing, and the words were stuck in his throat and could not be spoken.

After the greetings, the parade team, led by Garros, walked around the city. Unlike Potosí during the Panteyan period, goods from all over the world did not enter Potosí in this world. Just like California during the gold rush, merchants selling tools, clothes, food and wine followed the miners looking for wealth.

There was no wine, olive oil, iron and luxury textiles, nor was there a trend of luxury consumption. A long string of baskets filled with koko, extending from the plains to the main square of the town, was the greatest wealth in the area. On the other side were piles of blankets and ornate shirts, thin and wide. On the other side are piles of corn, dried potatoes, top-grade beef and other food.

There are no large single-story structures. They are narrow and low designed to preserve precious temperature. There are two storefronts in the front, a room in the back, a kitchen with a partial terrace, and two doors with complete locks and keys. There is a wooden balcony with shutters, a high-rise viewing platform for women to watch the city's many religious activities and citizen parades, and a hut with a yard for 1,300 pesos.

There is nothing. Potosí under the rule of Galros is extremely cruel. The high hangers that can be seen everywhere are silent witnesses of his cruel rule.

The shacks where the labor dispatches live are connected in a row. The simple houses reveal an oppressive atmosphere. They live in a harsh environment and struggle to make a living. Not far away, the chimneys of the mint soar into the sky, and the barracks and warehouses of Duruchi stand grimly in the mountains, guarding this veritable purgatory.

Due to the altitude, it is much colder here than below. In Dacus' words, welcome to Naggaroth. In his opinion, except for the lack of some spire buildings and necessary city walls, and the unchanging lead-gray sky, there is not much difference between Potossi and the city of Naggaroth.

"Is Orbion Island more important than I thought?"

"Yes." Dacus responded to Maranul's cold joke with a shrug, and then he threw out a word, "Kalond Karl."

Under the gaze, the two brothers laughed.

On the surface, Potossi and Orbion Island have nothing to do with each other, because the two places are not in the same place at all, one is in the Asheril region, the other is in the Orbion region, one is in the south, and the other is in the north, separated by the Ulthuan region and the Vast Ocean. Then there is Kalond Karl, which is simply inexplicable, but not at all.

Paper money and finance are not within Dacus's consideration. In fact, there are certain risks in playing points for each cult, and it is very likely that something dark will happen.

This is what the Chaos Four Gods, especially Blue Gugu, are best at, making a chosen target go dark step by step. Isn't Archaon a typical example? All kinds of suffering, tragedy, torture, and the phone couldn't get through at the critical moment, and the explosion point was made.

At the critical moment, the points were wiped out, and the whole thing was reset to zero. The priests didn't know, there were no records, no witnesses, nothing. All the previous efforts turned into nothing, and whispered in despair, wouldn't that be darkened.

But fortunately, there are elves and gods there, who can act as a gate and resist risks? Dacus couldn't say for sure, because he really didn't know.

He was unwilling to open a bank, not to mention record keeping and statistics. First of all, passwords were a big problem. What was a password algorithm to Lan Gugu? As the omniscient god, there was no reason for Lan Gugu not to understand mathematics. He was just rushing to deliver food to Tzeentch, fearing that he would not have enough things to do.

If the elves, Slan or the elven gods could develop a password algorithm that Tzeentch could not calculate, then Tzeentch would not be one of the four gods of chaos. He was still an omniscient god. He came down and let the existence who developed the algorithm be the one.

Finance and stocks were even more ridiculous, unless he wanted to do this and make Tzeentch die of laughter. But Tzeentch, as a god of chaos, could not be laughed to death. Instead, he could be played to death through finance and stocks. There were too many ways to operate. This was why Tzeentch kept protecting him, because except for the end of the world, the biggest beneficiary of his tricks was Tzeentch.

The consequence was the collapse of national credit, the elven empire fell into turmoil, and even civil war and division occurred. Then a chain reaction...

In his mind, information cards are a last resort, he must have this kind of statistical tool. And if there is a problem, he can control it, because he has a basic judgment of the general data, it will not be too outrageous, unless he really becomes the chosen one of Tzeentch and does something big for Malekith.

There is a close relationship between currency and national credit. The value of currency depends to a large extent on the credit and economic strength of the country. The national credit directly affects the stability and recognition of the currency.

He is conservative and dare not gamble on paper money.

He doesn't even have a reference target. There is no paper money next door, parchment? He doesn't have it here, only metal coins that have been used for thousands of years. As for the trouble of metal coins in bulk transactions, it's not a problem. There are still the Phoenix Court and the Order.

So...

As long as Potossi is there, as long as the Elf Empire is there, slavery cannot be abolished. This is doomed.

Oppose?

Who opposes?

If there are opponents or the Virgin Mary who speak out for the labor dispatch, he doesn't mind arranging a trip to Potosí for these people. After they arrive, they will be equipped with sacks and tools to go down to dig, and they will be silent when they dig.

Unlike the mountain below, there is no Mita corvée system in Potosí. The labor dispatch who come here is miserable and consumable.

It's okay now, because there is no large-scale mining. As long as you dig in the open air at high altitudes, you can find it, but what about the future? The amount of ore in Potosí is large, it can be said that it is a pile of silver mountains, but if you want to get rich ore veins, you must go straight into the mountain from a very steep angle along the vertical shaft.

With further mining, the depth of these original shafts increased sharply, and miners had to climb in and out through suspended ladders made of notched logs and rawhide.

With the increase in depth, the dangers of falling, loose rocks, and landslides also increase.

As the depth increases, the work inside the mountain becomes very hot, while it is cold outside the mine all year round. This huge temperature difference will cause great damage to the body.

In another world, Potosí, silver mining has become an important source of wealth for Banya, and the Mita corvée system has become an important basis for maintaining this prosperity. This system recruited a large number of miners, most of whom were forcibly recruited from local indigenous people, and some came across the ocean through the triangular trade.

They were forced to work under extremely harsh conditions. Even if they were lucky enough not to die in the mine, they could not escape the torture of occupational diseases such as pneumoconiosis and tribute poisoning. In the hundreds of years of mining history, millions of miners died tragically in the silver mountain of Potosí.

Although technological progress may bring more mining equipment, reduce the direct work of miners, and reduce the mortality rate, this cannot fundamentally solve the problem.

The characteristics of the elves are here. They have vast land to cultivate, developed handicrafts and factories to provide work, and have no motivation to enter the mine. We can't let the Vaal believers and the skinks come to mine, isn't that bullying the honest people?

So...

For a long time, slavery is destined to be the core of the social structure of the Elven Empire, especially in resource-intensive areas such as Potos and Hag Grave. As long as the Elven Empire relies on these mineral resources, slavery cannot be truly abolished.

And the most suitable labor force is the barbarians from Norsca and the Chaos Wasteland. They have stronger physical fitness and can withstand more extreme working environments. They can endure the high altitude, extreme climate and continuous physical labor in Potos, and are ideal consumables, providing a stable supply of labor for the Elven Empire.

The Black Ark will be active in the Claw Sea and the Chaos Sea. While training troops, it can also provide economic benefits, so that it will not be idle and stay outside the port for a long time. On the broad side, the Elven Empire has an external venting point, as the saying goes, eating, sleeping, and playing beans. In diplomacy, it can further contact with the Norse dwarves. There is no reason for the Norse dwarves not to exchange wine with the Norse people.

The Island of Orbion is the best transit station for labor dispatch. The Black Ark can be moored there for repairs and supplies. Not only the Black Ark, but also ships that go deep into the Claw Sea to trade with the Norse dwarves can depart from there.

When the Duruchi evacuates from Naggaroth, Karonde Kar, which was originally based on the Black Ark, can be transferred to the Island of Orbion, and then a large elven city can be rebuilt on the basis of this city.

Of course, no matter how it is expanded, the core and landmark building of Karonde Karl: the slave trader's mansion must be preserved. (End of this chapter)