The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1704 479: Times Are Changing Too Fast

No matter what kind of thoughts might arise in the mind of a certain carpenter who is good at firing cannons after seeing the "Gutaf United Kingdom's tractor," the Lizardmen of the Southwest Swamp certainly don't have any ideas of wasting this steel monster.

The old chieftain Tartak stood on the edge of the tribal camp on a slightly raised hill, his cloudy eyes wide open, and his wrinkled chin almost dropping to the ground.

He seemed like a statue weathered for thousands of years, staring blankly at the bustling scene below, as if he'd forgotten to breathe.

In just one day, this lifeless swamp had completely transformed.

Just the day after the merman tyrant named Kun Jia died, Campbell's construction team pressed the path connecting the Southwest Swamp to the outside world into a straight dirt road, and the massive construction team surged in like a tidal wave.

They brought noise, fireworks, and more to the local Lizardmen, who lived on blood and raw flesh, showing them miracles beyond their imagination—

A steel monster roared thunderously, swinging its long neck and massive iron claws, each swing easily tearing open the soft yet stubborn mire.

But that's not all.

Even the most valiant warriors of the tribe, who were helpless against the clogged river, found it fragile like rotten wood in front of it.

A waterway that once required hundreds of clansmen to barely clear throughout an entire rainy season was dealt with by it in one morning!

Unmodified swamp land was unsuitable for most crops due to lack of oxygen and overly saturated soil moisture, yet it was exceptionally rich in organic matter.

If the swamp's waters could be drained and scientifically managed, the land of the Southwest Swamp could indeed become fertile.

Campbell people didn't understand what science was, but the players from another world sure did!

Now is the time to race for territory!

For the honorary Lord Demon King!

Tartak's astonishment was far from over; the Invincible Group's skills weren't limited to just excavators. Those metal supports used to hoist and lift buckets were also transported into the swamp.

These metal supports weren't meant for digging but for hoisting the logs brought into the swamp, then precisely placing them in designated spots.

This job, which originally required enormous manpower, comparable to clearing clogged waterways, seemed to have become the easiest task now?

Apart from the advanced tools, those figures clearly taller than Campbell people were radiating the glow of faith.

They shouted slogans he couldn't understand, their voices exuberant and loud, as if containing some mysterious force!

"Oh oh oh oh! Expansion pack! Expansion pack! I love the dog planner!"

"Grind like mad! Double Contribution Value brothers! And Joss Paper rewards! This time the cake is much bigger than Wheat Field Village!"

"Damn—why are there so many people? Which idiot couldn't resist and wrote a strategy on the official website?!"

Although he couldn't comprehend what they were saying, Tartak could sense the near-manic enthusiasm, causing him to sweat in awe.

The human laborers, who seemed to be Campbell people, appeared to be influenced by these individuals and were infected by the fervent atmosphere.

This time, Tartak understood them.

Most Lizardmen in the Southwest Swamp knew some human language, or he wouldn't be so informed about Thunder City.

"For Saint Sis!"

"For Prince Edward!"

"For the land! For wife and children—"

And the house in Thunder City's suburbs!

Amidst the roar of the steel giant and the collective cheers, uniquely styled and solid wooden buildings rose at an unimaginable speed.

Mr. Sak Jifeng from the Gutaf United Kingdom stated that this type of wooden house, called a stilt house, is most suitable for the humid environment here.

As for why Lizardmen should be moisture-proof, that remains unknown, and Tartak didn't dare to ask, nor did Mr. Sak provide an explanation.

Besides the tall base and angular main structure, the roofs of these wooden houses also embodied an artistic style reminiscent of the "Saint Clement Cathedral"—towering and slender, heavy and mysterious, like a miracle descended by some maddened deity.

The Jade-faced Hand Tired King eventually infused his understanding of Gothic aesthetics into the Lizardmen's architecture, though the actual effect seemed more like the Murlocs' "shack."

But it didn't really matter.

Even the poorest art models are newer by far compared to the mud huts originally belonging to the River Bay Tribe Alliance.

Several Stone Lizard Clan elders, equally overwhelmed by the scene before them, shakily approached Tartak, their faces blending indescribable emotions with reverence.

"Chieftain..."

"You're simply... too foresighted!"

"No wonder you're a rare sage of our Stone Lizard Clan for a millennium; those damn humans actually agreed to build houses for us free of charge! It's our utmost honor to have a chieftain like you!"

The elders exclaimed excitedly, gazing at Tartak with adoration, causing Tartak's mouth to involuntarily curl, his cunning face showing a smile.

Free is absolutely impossible.

Though, there are many ways to nod to the payment.

Throwing a rotten stick nobody wants to rot in the swamp or selling it outside for a four-six split and sharing the retrieved two-tenths with the clansmen certainly doesn't seem like a bad deal for the ordinary people of the Stone Lizard Clan.