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It was well received when it was released.

At present, it has been promoted in human countries and even Quel'Thalas.

Even Pfister's textile factory in Stormwind City has also made a lot of money, and has sought to build a branch factory in Kul Tiras.

As for why it is not located in Lordaeron, which is already the center of the mainland.

It's because he doesn't have a deep friendship with Terenas, and the local labor costs are relatively high.

Moreover, there is a high probability that Lordaeron will become the eye of the storm in World War Three.

Investments are likely to be lost.

After Pfister established a textile factory, imitators followed one after another.

It will inevitably bring about a great improvement in the technological level of the mainland.

——The first industrial revolution in the previous life started from the cotton textile industry.

Of course, this is not a good thing for the orcs.

Blackmore, smelling a business opportunity, also planted cotton.

Prisoners of war in today's concentration camps are not only naked and hungry, but also forced to work and exploited.

And this group of orcs is nothing like the iron-blooded army that once ruled the world.

His eyes are dull and his expression is slack.

Know only mechanized work.

To describe it in one word, Ferra is unbearable.

Thrall watched for a moment, and felt unspeakable sorrow.

I feel a little bit helpless.

At this moment, an old orc with a broken tooth and one arm fell to the ground.

Thrall was taken aback, and immediately stepped forward to check.

It was found that the other party was old and frail, unable to bear the extreme heat, and already a little dehydrated.

Immediately, he used the water-making technique to create a handful of water for him.

Put an ice shield on the old orc to cool down.

Thrall's character is quite noble.

In order to avoid that no one could complete the other party's work, after the old orc was settled, he filled in the vacancy.

Join the ranks of picking cotton.

During this period, there is still time to smile and show favor to other prisoners of war nearby.

It's a pity that no one wants to talk to him.

Sal was not discouraged, and continued to work hard.

Because he was too serious, he didn't pay attention to the rear.

Now a force came, and he was pushed to a stagger.

Fortunately, his physique is strong enough, and the attacker's strength is not very strong.

So it wasn't pushed by it.

At this moment, Thrall couldn't help turning his head back, facing the angry eyes of the old orc he had just saved.

Then the other party chattered and squirted indiscriminately.

Thrall grew up in a Terran-themed environment.

Because of the need to learn magic, he also minored in Salas.

But they don't know anything about the language of their own ethnic group.

But looking at the other party's expression, I don't know what kind of good words to say.

Thrall was not surprised but delighted by this.

Because it means that the other party is willing to communicate with him.

So he tried to communicate with the other party in human language.

It's a pity that none of the orcs present could understand human language.

He is completely talking about chicken and duck.

The move also backfired.

The surrounding orcs stepped forward to drive him away.

Deprived of his qualifications to continue to participate in the labor force.

Thrall was quite frustrated by this.

I just feel that although he looks similar to these people, they are completely two types of people.

He couldn't understand what the other party was thinking at all.

At this moment, several orc children ran towards him quickly.

These children are not like their parents, whose eyes reveal competition and curiosity.

Finally, it brought some comfort to Thrall.

Soon the children came around.

The leading child king looked at him and asked in human language: "Who are you, big guy?"

Sal's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "My name is Sal."

Kid King mistook what he said as the slave of the original meaning of the words, and said impatiently: "I know, who are we not? I said your real name."

Thrall was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, Kid King didn't bother with this matter, and asked, "Where are you from, big guy?"