Soon, the newspapers controlled by Dennis and the Royal Newspaper updated their layout and paper quality, but the price remained the same.
In addition to the topics debated in the Great Assembly, the newspaper also featured Dennis's latest serialized novel.
As the best-selling novelist in the Imperial City and even the entire empire in recent years, Dennis's influence in the cultural field is far greater than her influence in politics.
However, the pressure of serialization is far greater than occasional creation, and after a propaganda war, Dennis's hair is destined to become sparse.
As soon as the two newspapers reformed, they immediately occupied more than half of the market, not only controlling the public opinion position but also making a lot of money.
The Riverlands Lord's Mansion, which invested in advanced papermaking and printing presses, also got a share of the pie.
However, compared to the portal trade, this small amount of money is only a drop in the bucket.
After passing the initial three-month congestion period, the portal trade got on the right track, and there were no more blockages and insufficient cargo allocation.
Caravans shuttling between the two realms through the portal day and night, and the squares on both sides of the portal have become huge cargo terminals.
The Southern Border Imperial Capital not only has a population of one million, but also has dense surrounding towns and a dense population, with the highest consumption power among the human race.
The goods from the Riverlands do not need to be stored and can be digested in a blink of an eye.
Relying on the portal trade, the income of the Riverlands Lord's Mansion doubled, and suddenly there was so much money that they didn't know where to spend it.
Leo simply formed an engineering team and began to survey the World Tree Avenue, preparing to build a railway directly to the Storm God Fortress.
This railway is nearly six hundred kilometers long, equivalent to the total length of the current Riverlands railway, and requires a huge amount of manpower and material resources, which is beyond human reach in this era.
With the establishment of the Redstone Fort mining area, the Riverlands completed its five-year plan ahead of schedule, and steel production increased tenfold.
The steel production of one mining area is more than the entire Northland combined!
Metallurgy has a strong scale effect, and larger mines, larger blast furnaces, and larger workshops all exponentially increase output and efficiency.
A large blast furnace in the Riverlands has enough capacity to exceed dozens of large and small charcoal blast furnaces in other Northland earldoms.
The Red Mountain Fort mining area with more than a thousand people has been expanded to the third iron-smelting plant, and there are no less than ten such blast furnaces!
The Riverlands' steel production capacity is so high that it is overcapacity, and a large number of steel ingots are piled up in warehouses.
Now the Riverlands is not only building railways, but also building iron frame bridges.
The private workshops in New Tower City and Ethan Paul began to resume their old business, mass-producing iron armor and selling it overseas to obtain huge profits.
Even though firearms are gradually becoming popular, the vast majority of people's concepts have not changed, and the salary of iron-armored regular soldiers is still doubled when conscripting, and noble men must have their own set of plate armor after adulthood.
Even the nobles of the Riverlands still have the habit of collecting plate armor.
Those gold-plated and silver-plated high-quality steel plate armors are still priceless heirlooms in the eyes of traditional knights.
However, in the folk workshops of the Riverlands, they have already become mass-produced crafts, and the cost of a set is only ten gold coins, and the main cost is still in the decoration.
Due to the visit of Great Shaman Leoni, the relationship between the Riverlands and the Beastmen was deepened, and Leo once again allocated a batch of aid materials to the north.
The Storm God Fortress ushered in a brief period of calm, and the orc warrior Agge finally advanced to transcendence this winter and became a powerful orc sergeant.
He was originally a member of the Orc Heavy Armor Corps, and this winter, the plate chain armor on his body was completely damaged and could no longer be repaired.
Whether or not he has heavy armor has a huge impact on the combat effectiveness of the orcs, and the Heavy Armor Corps always stands on the front line of combat. Agge is unwilling to leave the Heavy Armor Corps and become an ordinary soldier, and does not have enough military exploits to obtain brand new heavy armor.
He predicts that he will not survive the next battle, but the battle must still be fought.
At this time, the old orc in charge of logistics shouted at him: "Agge! Agge! Go quickly, the gnolls from the Riverlands are issuing heavy armor to you!"
Agge did not doubt him and rushed to the Riverlands camp excitedly.
Hundreds of orcs have gathered here, all of them orc sergeants like him.
Each of them has countless scars on their bodies. Some old scars have not faded away, and new scars cover them, making them look extremely ugly.
A large group of Riverlands gnolls surrounded them, jumping up and down, not afraid at all.
As soon as Agge approached, a familiar gnoll popped out, grabbed his arm, nimbly scurried onto his shoulder, and grabbed his hair to maintain balance.
Even though the gnoll's entire weight was supported by his scalp, and the braided hair was almost torn off by the other party, and the tail was still wagging messily on his face, Agge did not dare to move at all.
"Yes! Yes! Strong orc, awakened orc, undead orc!"
The gnoll muttered to himself while gesturing with a ruler on his body, then jumped down, "Fifty yards figure, in stock! Follow me!"
Agge quickly followed behind him, holding back for a long time before he choked out a sentence, "Thank you for saving me last time."
The gnoll turned his head and glanced at him, very confused, but it didn't matter, "Undead orc, I saved a hundred! You may be the first, the tenth, the hundredth, or maybe all of them!"
Agge has been dragged from the battlefield by this gnoll three times, twice he was seriously injured and comatose, and once he slept on the battlefield because of exhaustion.
Before he comatose twice, he saw this gnoll and his companions dragging his legs and running outwards, and also blasted the head of a undead warrior with one shot along the way.
Agge very suspected that if he and this gnoll duel, he would probably not be able to beat the other party.
He also suspected that this was an angel specially sent to him by the God of Holy Light.
"Anyway, thank you."
"Thank Riverlands!"
"Okay... Thank Riverlands."
The Riverlands' camp in the Storm God Fortress has become very large. The two walked three hundred meters before arriving at their destination.
This is an arsenal, and a large number of empty wooden boxes are placed outside the warehouse. Obviously, many orcs have received their own heavy armor.
The gnoll rummaged around in the warehouse for a while, and then started fighting with another gnoll.
Agge was at a loss, not knowing whether he should go up to help.
But fortunately, the gnoll on his side won, so he got a box of equipment.
"Undead orc! I won the equipment for you!"
The gnoll with a claw mark on his face happily picked up the crowbar and pried open the big wooden box.
Agge leaned over to take a look, it was a brand new set of plate chain armor!
Also plate chain armor, his previous plate chain armor was completely a beggar version, just a few simple shaped iron plates, pieced together with two layers of ragged chain armor. These iron plates and chain armor obviously came from different places.
The plate chain armor in front of him has a beautiful curve, thick steel plates, and a rust-proof plating on the surface.
The Riverlands has harvested a batch of Ixia Rov territory craftsmen, and obtained some of the best heavy infantry armor forging technology in the Northland. Although these technologies are facing elimination, they are just right for the orcs.
When he put on the plate chain armor, the gnoll strenuously dragged a giant shotgun, wagging his tail and said excitedly: "Undead orc, you are really lucky, there is also a poleaxe here!"
