Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

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

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

Farther away, the Kaochen Plain unfolds like a painting, with the terrain undulating like waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes steep. Large tracts of fertile areas are revealed, dotted with wild quinoa, and the reddish-orange flowers swaying in the breeze, seeming to herald the harvest season.

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

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

The air is mixed with a faint smell of salt and the fragrance of grass and trees. The skyline in the distance merges into the horizon. Everything seems so quiet and vast, as if time has been frozen at this moment.

This is where he plans to live in his old age. When he has the chance, he plans 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. He can occasionally invite Master Ma to come and talk about big plans while boiling the frog in warm water. Then he will build a helipad for Ha Shen to use, so that he can directly take a plane if there is any situation.

Now... there is no change from the last time he came. If you have to say there is any change, it is that the land is fenced off and horses are run.

The 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 mines silver salt, but also grows large areas of tobacco, sugar cane and rubber, as well as a small area of ​​coke.

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

The vast sugarcane fields present a deep green ocean as the seasons change. Every harvest season, tens of thousands of dispatched workers gather in the sugarcane fields to 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 returned to the fields.

The process of returning sugarcane leaves 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 dispatchers can only use wooden rakes to spread the leaves evenly on the fields, and then the tillage equipment slowly drives over and turns the leaves into the soil.

Then, we waited for the rainy season to arrive, allowing the soil to 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 Ji Lun...

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

At the same time, the juice of sugar cane is also sent to the sugar cane distillery, where it is fermented and distilled into rum. This liquor has a unique sweetness of sugar cane and is used as a warming and refreshing drink during the voyage and is distributed to sailors.

Byproducts of the sugar production process, such as bagasse, are not wasted. They are sent to feed mills, where they are crushed and processed into livestock feed.

The whole process demonstrates the all-round 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 represented the formation of the papermaking industry, which could be put into large-scale application. Only Krakalond could do this, and no other place could. There was no other way, because Krakalond had extremely rich forestry resources.

The parade team slowly moved forward on the mountainside, and the air was filled with a slight chill and the smell of dry dust. Looking along 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 carrying heavy sacks on their backs. It was obvious that this was an alpaca team carrying the minted silver coins from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. The labor dispatcher played the role of Ariello, the driver, who shouted in a low voice and drove these tough animals under the supervision of the Duruchi soldiers. The alpacas walked carefully on the narrow mountain road, keeping a relatively precise distance from each other.

When he first came to Potosí, Daxus had asked the Duruchis to discuss the issue of transportation. Some suggested using a donkey that lived in the Estalia Mountains, some said using elven war horses, some said using mules, and some said using llamas. In short, there were all kinds of suggestions.

Now the answer is here: the llama.

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

The word Potosi comes from the Lizardmen language. It is an onomatopoeia and a noun. The onomatopoeia is used to describe the sound of mining tools hitting ore, and the name means wealth. Translated into the Elven language of Elsalin, it is "Potosi".

"I am the rich Potosí, the treasure of the world, the king of the mountains, the envy of kings." - The motto of the Potosí coat of arms, granted by Malekith.

"I seem to know why you insisted on blowing up that silver mountain." Talos looked up for a moment and then turned to Daquus, with a look of enlightenment on his face.

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

If it weren't for the scar on his forehead, Garros would have a very ordinary look, without any markings, a typical male Duruch. If one had to say it, due to his long reign over Potosí, his face had become more fierce and gloomy.

He was a descendant of the Godric family of Krakalond, and the Godric family was a die-hard supporter of the Hellbane family. When hunting Mangil, he fought side by side with Dacus. He was the slowest in the team leaving the city, making Dacus and his team wait for a long time, but he was really aggressive when fighting, and his moves were really ruthless.

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

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

His words achieved the effect he wanted. Garros's expression became extremely strange, his mouth kept closing, and the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.

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

There was no wine, olive oil, iron, luxury textiles, or extravagant consumption. A long line of baskets filled with cocos stretched the length of the plain to the town's main square, the greatest wealth in the region. On one side were piles of blankets and richly decorated shirts, thin and wide. On another were piles of corn, dried potatoes, prime beef, and other foods.

There are no large single-story structures, narrow and low to preserve precious temperature, with two storefronts in the front, a room in the back, a kitchen with a partial terrace, and two doors with full locks and keys, a wooden balcony with shutters, a high-rise observation deck for women to watch the city's many religious activities and civic processions, and a hut with a yard that costs 1300 pesos.

Nothing. Potosí under Galros' rule was extremely cruel, and the hanged men that could be seen everywhere were silent witnesses of his brutal rule.

The shacks where the dispatched workers lived were connected in clusters. The simple houses revealed a depressing atmosphere. They lived in a harsh environment and struggled to make a living. Not far away, the chimneys of the mint soared into the sky. The military camps and warehouses of Duruchi stood grimly in the mountains, guarding this absolute purgatory.

Due to the altitude, it is much colder here than down there. In Dacus' words, welcome to Naggaroth. In his opinion, except for the lack of some spire buildings and necessary city walls, and the unchanging leaden gray sky, there is not much difference between Potossi and the city of Naggaroth. "Is Albion Island more important than I thought?"

"Yes." Daxus responded to Maranul's cold joke with a shrug. Then, he threw out a word, "Kalond Kaar."

Under the gaze, the two brothers burst into laughter.

On the surface, Potosí and Albion 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, and the other is in the Albion Region. One is in the south and the other is in the north, with the Ulthuan Region and the Vast Ocean in between. Then there is Karonde Kar, which is simply inexplicable, but it is not at all.

Paper money and finance were not considered by Daxus at all. In fact, playing with points by various religious groups had certain risks, and there was a high possibility of evil happening.

This is what the Chaos Four Gods, especially Blue Cooco, are best at, making a chosen target turn evil 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, which led to the explosion point.

At the critical moment, the points were wiped out, everything was reset to zero, the priest didn't know, there was no record, no witnesses, nothing, all the previous efforts were turned into nothing, and they whispered in despair, isn't that evil?

But fortunately, there is the Elf God 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 Jianqi, fearing that he would not have enough work to do.

If the elves, Slann or the elven gods can develop a cryptographic algorithm that even Tzeentch cannot figure out, then Tzeentch should not be one of the four Chaos Gods. What kind of omniscient god is this? He should come down and let the one who developed the algorithm take on the role.

Finance and stocks are even more ridiculous, unless he wants to do this to make Tzeentch laugh to death. But Tzeentch, as a Chaos God, cannot be laughed to death. Instead, he can be killed by finance and stocks. There are too many ways to operate. This is why Tzeentch has always protected him, because except for the end of the world, the biggest beneficiary of his tricks is Tzeentch.

The consequence is that the country's credit collapses, the Elven Empire falls into turmoil, and even civil war and division occur. Then a chain reaction is triggered...

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 gives Malekith some big things.

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

He is conservative and doesn't dare to gamble with paper money.

He didn't even have a reference target. There was no paper money next door, but parchment? He didn't have it here either, only metal coins that had been used for thousands of years. As for the trouble of metal coins in large-scale transactions, it was not a problem, didn't he still have the Phoenix Court and the Order?

and so……

As long as Potosí exists, as long as the Elf Empire exists, slavery cannot be abolished. This is inevitable.

Oppose?

Who opposes?
If there are opponents or people like the Virgin Mary who stand up to speak for 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 mining, and when the time comes, no one will make a sound.

Unlike down the mountain, there is no Mita corvée system in Potosi, and the dispatched laborers who come here have a tragic fate and are nothing short of consumables.

It's not so bad now, because there is no large-scale mining, as long as you dig in the open air at high altitude, you can find it, but what about the future? The amount of ore in Potosi is huge, it can be said to be 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.

As mining progressed, the depth of these primitive shafts increased dramatically, forcing miners to climb in and out using suspended ladders made of notched logs and coils of rawhide.

As depth increases, the dangers of falls, loose rocks, and landslides increase.

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

In another world, the mining of silver mines in Potosí became an important source of wealth for Panya, and the Mita corvée system became an important basis for maintaining this prosperity. This system recruited a large number of miners, most of whom were forcibly recruited from the local indigenous people, and some of whom were brought 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 mines, they could not escape the torture of occupational diseases such as pneumoconiosis and oxytocin poisoning. Over the hundreds of years of mining history, millions of miners died tragically in the silver mountains of Potosí.

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

The characteristics of the elves are there. They have vast lands to cultivate, developed handicrafts and factories to provide jobs, and have no motivation to enter the mines. You can't let the Vaal believers and skinks come to mine, that would be bullying the honest people.

and so……

For a long time, slavery was destined to be the core of the social structure of the Elven Empire, especially in resource-intensive areas such as Potosí and Hag Graves. As long as the Elven Empire relied on these mineral resources, slavery could not be truly abolished.

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 of Potosí, and are ideal consumables, providing a stable labor supply for the Elven Empire.

The Black Ark will be active in the Sea of ​​Claws and the Sea of ​​Chaos. 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 Elf Empire has a venting point to the outside world. As the saying goes, eat, sleep, and play Doudou. In terms of diplomacy, it can further contact the Norse dwarves. There is no reason for the Norse dwarves not to exchange wine with the Norscans.

The Island of Orbion is the best transit station for labor dispatch, where the Black Ark can be moored 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 evacuated from Naggaroth, Karonde Kar, which was originally based on the Black Ark, could be transferred to the Island of Orbion, and then a large elven city could 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)