I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early-Chapter 767 - 548 Northern Territory - The Weather Is Really Changing!_2

"If two civilizations engage in trade and are unwilling for us to act as intermediaries, then no taxes will be imposed. Of course, all logistics must be handled by yourselves, and the so-called trade risks must be judged by yourselves."

Everyone marvels, this business... delivering goods just once can earn 8% profit!

It is simply a profit without capital!

If in the future, there are five hundred cities conducting trade here, how much trade volume will occur annually? An annual 8% would add up to a huge revenue.

Of course, to achieve this, excellent reputation and mighty military power are necessary.

Otherwise, why would others trust you?

These several races are frantically calculating what kind of chain reactions the creation of a large trade market will bring.

Northern Territory —— Really about to change.

There will certainly be races that seize the opportunity to become strong.

And surely more conflicts will emerge, and... wars?

But so what?

Living in this world is difficult in itself.

Only by constantly strengthening oneself is the fundamental principle for survival!

"Finally! Finally!" Lu Yuan took a deep breath, "I must emphasize that our Green Grass City earns money openly and everything is fair."

"Civilization points, once developed to a certain extent, especially after becoming a Third-level Civilization, become extremely important. I need not hide this fact. So, when trading civilization points, please think it over carefully!"

"May all civilizations have a brilliant future!"

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Representatives of these seven races left Green Grass City with great ambitions, hurrying back to their homeland.

Each race has its own thoughts, contemplating how many civilization points they actually have; or pondering how to procure greater benefits?

But they all felt a sense of historical mission.

The previous eight Epochs held pain and failure, betrayal and farewell, as well as happiness and joy, rise and glory.

Numerous civilization ruins recorded their vivid histories and ultimate cold endings —— Epochal Disasters, none could survive.

And what about us?

Although the Ninth Epoch is long, living aimlessly in such a manner, when will we finally be prepared?

In a stagnant environment, when will the end come?

Occasionally, some far-sighted leaders might feel a touch of urgency, but they can only forcibly comfort themselves: it’s not easy for a city to become strong, it’s driven by the accumulation of resources, talent, culture, and systems, leading to qualitative changes.

But now... the opportunity truly emerged!

Destiny is always in our own hands, just like a wheel, it must be pushed little by little to leave deep imprints in the snow.

The imprints among thousands of snowy lands can create the grand era of the future!

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"Children, our era has arrived."

The Great Chief of the Goblin clan led his companions, racing through the snow.

Everyone is wearing carbon nanosuits, carrying solar backpacks. The northern wind roared, and small snowflakes fell, but their hearts and bodies were warm, and those pea-sized eyes are filled with joy.

"Great Chief, what about the future...?"

"Gather the wandering clansmen outside and extract our civilization points first!" "Brendan Digging Graves" stared wide-eyed, enjoying the "Mushroom Chicken Rice" Godsend from the Human.

"Great Chief, our tribe has 12 clans. The other clans aren’t listening to us."

"We’ll extract our civilization points, prioritize purchasing weapons and equipment, and while the other clans haven’t responded, conquer them!" "Brendan Digging Graves" ambition burns fiercely, "Trample past enemies underfoot, history always advances atop the saber, this world is a world of survival of the fittest."

"Who stipulates that our Goblin clan is weak? Who stipulates that we must lead a wandering life? Capture opportunities, unify the clans!"

"Opportunity has arrived, Goblins should burn and roar!"

"Burning Roar!!" A group of subordinates cheered uniformly, shouting madly.

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On the other side, the Wulan Clan lost their horses and were sent back by Green Grass City’s spaceship, accompanied by a large group of scientific staff. Estimated to reach the destination in a day.

Smiles couldn’t stop spreading across everyone’s faces.

"Once back, quickly send people to chop down the trees of that land cleanly! Also level some small hills for Green Grass City’s landing."

Ta Gang wore sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a gift from the Human, enhancing vision and effectively preventing snow blindness.

The requirements for a city’s landing are relatively demanding on terrain.

Even if the terrain is flat in the plains area, there will still be some ups and downs, requiring slight adjustments before landing.

"City Lord, we also need to plant more grain!" The Great Scholar proposed vigorously, "So many races will move into Green Grass City in the future, the demand for food will certainly increase! Green Grass City overlooks this revenue, but we value it. Imagine how much a Centaur eats in a day?"

"We’ll sell cheaper grains to them."

"Also, those Goblins, like eating short-work paste, it’s a unique food."

"We must also develop the brewing industry, slave trade, casinos, duel arenas, brothels! These low-end service industries Green Grass City disregards, we must arrange them all!"

"Constantine, you’re really a genius!" Everyone’s eyes lit up, unable to prevent themselves from fantasizing about getting wealthy in the future.