Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the square outside the imperial city, the first batch of "cross-border" exchange groups had been waiting for a long time.

Thousands of goblins formed a loose square formation, dressed in uniform greyish-white uniforms with the emblem of the Goblin Empire and the holy marks of the High God sewn onto their chests.

At the very front of the formation stood the caravan leader, flanked by the captain of the guard, and behind him were dozens of scholars, researchers, and biologists carrying tool bags and sampling kits.

They come from all walks of life and have their own responsibilities, but at this moment they stand quietly in the morning light, waiting for the order to depart.

Haru walked out of the palace gate, followed by two attendants.

He wore a simple dark blue robe, without a crown or a scepter.

He walked through the passage between the lines to the front of the platform, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those standing there.

His gaze swept from the merchant to the sorcerer, from the sorcerer to the guards, then stopped at the few boxes of goods covered with canvas at the back of the procession. He paused for a moment, then looked away.

"The place you are going to is the unfamiliar Origin Realm."

His voice carried across the square, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"There are humans, dwarves, elves, and orcs who once attacked us."

"Their civilization is different from ours, their beliefs are different from ours, and their language is different from ours."

"But one thing is the same—they also need to live and yearn for a better life."

Having said that, he turned slightly to the side, allowing the attendant behind him to step forward.

The attendant presented a sealed document, which Haru took and held in front of his chest with one hand.

"The goods you brought are something they have never seen before, and the divine mage system you brought is something they have never encountered before."

"The reputation of the Goblin Empire lies not in its swords and spears, nor in its divine magic."

"Every time you bend down to hand over a product, every time you slow down your speech, every time you extend your hand to a stranger and shake it."

"As long as the living can shake hands and make peace, there will be no more war."

Haru put down the scroll and pressed his finger on the seal.

"You are going on behalf of the entire goblin world, not to conquer, but simply to establish a connection."

"Trade, faith, and language are all bridges; you must build them."

As he spoke, he handed the document to the team leader, who took it with both hands and bowed slightly to Haru.

Augustus stood on the other side of the platform, wearing a white robe and with the silver amulet hanging on his chest.

Unlike Haru, he didn't walk to the middle of the line. He just stood there, tilting his head slightly, and waited until Haru finished speaking before adding his own words.

"Although the various races of the Origin Realm have heard of the name of the Supreme God, they have not truly believed in him, and their faith is not firm enough."

Augustus wore a gentle smile.

"When you get there, there's no need to rush into preaching or trying to convince them."

"Do what you can do well, build what you can build, and try to understand their language and customs."

He raised his hand and drew a circle in front of his chest, leaving a golden streak as his fingertips swept through the air.

"The Most High God is watching your every step from high above. Go forth, spread the faith, and guide the lost sheep."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his hands and offered a prayer for everyone.

Thousands of people listened quietly as he finished speaking, their expressions gradually becoming serious, and their previously loose formation gradually tightening.

As the first exchange delegation, they represented the face of the Goblin Empire and the High Court, and each of them was a talent selected from among the best.

Even the most unassuming businessmen are all eloquent and adept at reading people.

Of course, even good merchants need good products.

Haru walked down from the platform, through the passage between the square formations, and to the truck. He then personally untied the knot in the canvas rope that was binding the truck.

The canvas slipped down, revealing the neatly stacked crates underneath. The crate lids were half-open, revealing rows of exquisite items wrapped in foam paper.

Pocket watches, wind-up music boxes, binoculars, flashlights, radios, various decorations, beautifully packaged food...

There are also various toolkits, production equipment, living equipment, and medical equipment.

Sunlight fell on those objects, refracting into small, shimmering patches of light.

These are all industrial products of the goblins, a devastating blow to the backward production capabilities of the Origin Realm.

By exchanging these industrial products for various materials and resources from the source world, one can certainly make a fortune.

Haru didn't say anything more, but turned to the side, glanced at the crowd, and then gave the order to set off.

The team leader stood up straight and called out to the back of the group, "Let's go!"

The crowd began to move.

The guards moved first, followed by merchants and scholars, and finally, sorcerers and biologists and other researchers.

The group passed through the city gates and arrived at the train station outside the city, where they boarded a train bound for the border.

Two days later, they arrived at the northern coast, where several magical transport ships were anchored.

The ship was painted gray-green, with the goblin empire's gear and wheat emblem printed on its sides.

They did not intend to travel through the vital passage to the Source Realm, as that was the territory of the Northern Orcs, and it was far too dangerous.

It would be better to sail around the northern border and go directly to the heart of the Origin Realm to interact with other races.

And the most suitable for initial exchanges is none other than the most advanced human civilization.

The goblins boarded the ship, and the cargo crates were hoisted onto the deck and stacked neatly inside the hold.

The ship left the shore, heading south, passing through the narrow strait, and sailing towards the northern shore of Yuanjie.

Thousands of goblins stood below the platform for a moment, no one spoke, only the wind whistled through the gaps between the ranks in the empty square.

After several days of sailing, the transport ship passed through the narrow strait and docked at the port on the north shore of the Upper Yuan Boundary.

The port was small, with only two wooden piers extending outwards. At the end of the piers, a row of human soldiers stood on the shore. Although they were vigilant, they did not raise their weapons.

They clearly received advance notice.

After docking, the team leader walked along the pier to the shore, followed by guards and translators.

Over the past few months, the goblins stationed at the border of the Source Realm have learned the basics of the Source Realm's common language by studying the orc prisoners they captured and treated on the battlefield.

Otherwise, if the two worlds cannot communicate and talk like chickens and ducks, there would be no way to trade or communicate.

The human soldiers made way for the road leading into the city behind them, where some Origin Realm merchants were already standing on both sides.

Some people were dressed in coarse cloth, some were draped in animal skins, and some had money bags hanging from their waists.

Their gazes were fixed on the pier, watching the goblins step onto the land of the Origin Realm.

This is a small step for the goblins, but a giant leap for communication between the two worlds!