I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

A large number of representatives from pro-federation organizations attended the meeting, including the dwarf king, the tribal orc great elder and even the patriarch, marking the beginning of the acceleration of the federalization process of the subcontinent.

In September of the following year, all parties reached a consensus and all were incorporated into the Seris Federation, completing the merger.

At this time, Medea in the federal capital of Serra welcomed a group of special guests. They looked very similar to ordinary humans, but their faces were very delicate, their blue pupils were very pure, and the most eye-catching thing about them was their long and slender ears.

Elf!

To be honest, if they hadn't come to me on their own initiative, Medea really didn't know where in the forest she would have dug them out...

You ask why Medea wants to find them, to increase food production!!!

Is there anyone better suited to this job than the elves? Life magic, a natural farmer sister!

In fact, they didn't want to come out, but the expansion of the subcontinent's industry was too fast. Thick smoke of various colors rose everywhere, seriously affecting the ecology of the entire subcontinent.

Moreover, the speed of industrial logging has exceeded their expectations. The forests they have been hiding from the outside world are disappearing at an alarming rate, leaving only wooden piles in their place...

Not to mention them, even the ancient trees that protected them were getting anxious, so they thought it was necessary to have a good talk with this woman.

"Yes! The Federation can stop the logging of timber in that area and even replant trees."

Hearing the elves' request, Medea agreed without thinking, without even raising her eyes. At this moment, a little elf was sitting on the palm of her hand, holding a candy as tall as her and licking it happily.

This elf is small and cute, with two pairs of wings transformed from energy behind its chubby body. Medea can find that a special magical element is emanating from her body.

The decorative plants around it glowed with a faint green fluorescence under the influence of the elements, becoming much more vivid than before.

Seeing that she was so easy to talk to, the woman with a long ponytail in the lead was a little surprised, and subconsciously tapped the ground barefoot: "You...how..."

"The elves are so cute, I don't want my future children to never see them again."

Medea stretched out a finger and gently touched the elf, and the elf rubbed her affectionately:

"But I can only make decisions for your area. I can't make decisions for other areas. Development inevitably requires raw materials. This is an irreversible trend."

"That won't work. There are actually many of ours in the forest..."

Mitia interrupted her and said with a smile: "Unless you join us and submit your opinions to the Senate as citizens of the Federation, we have two different attitudes towards outsiders and our own people."

Chapter 140 Elf Tribe

This really wasn't Medea deliberately deceiving them. Industrial development would inevitably cause environmental pollution. Otherwise, how did the fog come from in the previous life? When she died, the fish in the river could not be eaten.

Not only do they need to cut down trees, but they also need to blast mountains to open mines and dig rivers to get water. With the advancement of industrialization and the accumulation of war technology, the proportion of the chemical industry will become increasingly important.

And chemistry is precisely the field that causes the most pollution. How can she manage it?

Of course, importing is possible, but import and export trade cannot bring these things to the rear of the federation, otherwise the cost will be too terrifying.

Moreover, as the controller of a large federation, she does not have the energy to keep paying attention to these issues. What she wants is the result rather than the process.

If the elves can join the Federation, no one will stop them from fighting for their own rights. Anyone who dares to stop them will be taken away for tea on the spot. Equality, equality, this word is not just a slogan in the Federation.

As a large multi-ethnic group, failing to achieve equality among all ethnic groups is tantamount to laying mines for our own foundation.

Medea also told the leading elf about these considerations. The reason is simple: I can respect your ideas, but they only apply to me personally. I will not interfere with what the Federation as a whole decides.

The best we can do is protect a few large forests and limit the discharge of sewage.

"I...I have to go back and gather the leaders of other tribes to discuss this."

Hearing her words, Mitia nodded: "Our Federation is a large collective. If you walk outside, you can see residents of various races. They can prove that what I said is true."

'Um...'

She looked at the elf crawling around in Medea's palm and said with a smile: "Do you like this little guy very much?"

"Yes, I like her. She is so cute."

The female elf sighed: "The elements in the subcontinent are too thin, especially the rare elements, otherwise they can actually grow to the size of a baby."

Medea did not respond, nor did she care. There was no answer to this question, so she just sighed.

The elves' messenger came and left quickly, leaving behind a little guy to follow Medea.

Mitia immediately introduced it to her grown-up orange cat: "Come and meet your new friend, Doubao. You can't eat it."

As he spoke, he tapped Doubao's forehead. The elf lay on the top of her head, holding the edge of the crown with her little hands and looking at the cat below curiously.

Elves actually don't have flesh and blood, they are more like a collection of elements. Cats can't hurt them, but they still have to be warned because cats are very curious.

Medea allocated them a large transport airship to carry them towards their homeland and to help them get acquainted with the route.

Pavla, the leader of the elves, sat in a chair and looked at the clouds outside the window, with a hint of worry in her blue eyes.

At first she thought that both sides were equal in communication, but the moment she saw the giant airship, she no longer had that idea.

All living things in this world follow a rule

Equality is a word that can only be used when the strength of both parties is equal. Otherwise, it is basically just wishful thinking on one side.

It doesn't matter whether it's national strength or personal strength, at least one of them must be there.

But it is clear that the elves of the subcontinent cannot do this at present. This manned airship is currently carrying passengers. If the two sides cannot reach an agreement, maybe we will see it carrying weapons next time...

And they can't defend themselves from this height.

After more than a week of sailing, the airship carried them to the outskirts of their forest with an efficiency a hundred times greater than when they arrived, and then flew deep into the forest under their guidance.

It was not until it reached the sky above a forest that it was prompted to stop and slowly began to descend to about 200 meters in altitude.

Several elves transformed into elemental wings and flew down, casting a spell in mid-air to open the barrier, while also reminding the tribesmen within the barrier that they were back. Then two elves began to guide the airship forward.

In fact, there is no need for guidance, because anyone with eyesight can see the giant tree, which is at least 200 meters high.

Pavla closed her eyes in the airship, and her mental power found the light ball with the strongest mental fluctuations like a tentacle.

The branches of the giant trees in the outside world shook, and countless branches gathered together to form a flat area formed by branches and leaves for the airship to land.

Pavla introduced: "The Tree King is the leader of our elves."

The federal soldiers in the airship looked at the towering tree in amazement, and at the same time, they activated the magic circle to fill the cabin with water. The hull began to slowly descend under the adjustment of the 360° turning engine.

During this process, countless small spots of light appeared around the ancient tree and rushed towards the airship. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be countless elves, flying up and down around this big guy like curious little bees.

At the same time, more and more elves were approaching this side. They looked similar, and there were no men among them, all of them were women.

Among them were quite a few deer, which also looked up curiously for a while, and occasionally lowered their heads to nibble on the leaves, then were slapped in the face by the branches, and after a while they would go up to nibble again.

Through the observation equipment on the boat, you can see various wooden houses spreading out from the giant tree, and there are various buildings in the other branches of the ancient tree.

It is obvious that they depend on ancient trees for their survival, and each elf tribe has its own tree king. Their strength is actually not weak, and seclusion is just a lifestyle habit.

They protect nature, nurture and manage life in the forest, and maintain the balance of the forest ecology.

The forest will also give them something back. They will distribute the resources evenly and grow up healthily together under the nourishment of the forest. Living deep in the forest will avoid the possibility of danger.

If they were not terrified by the terrifying rate of erosion caused by industrial logging, it would be difficult for the Federation to dig these elves out of the forest.

The elves got off the airship one by one. The Master Chief, who was the representative of the Federation, also got off. He stood on the tree branch, somewhat unaccustomed to it. He looked around, and a green light appeared in front of him.

A little girl with bare feet and a wreath of branches on her head floated in front of him, blinking her emerald eyes: "Human? You are so weak."

Master Chief: "..."

"Ahem... This is our Tree King. She is still very young, less than five thousand years old, so she looks young." Pavla hurriedly explained.

"Five thousand..."

The sergeant pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, holding out his hands: "Hello, I am a special envoy from the Seris Federation, and I am here to participate in your tribal meeting as a neutral witness."

But the tree king shook his head: "You...can't."

"Ok?"

"Union... yes, but your queen needs to talk to us, um... with us."

She pointed at herself.

Chapter 141 Let you live forever in the flames.

The appearance of the elves was just a small episode, at least for Medea. After all, the most difficult times had already passed.

After the meeting held in the capital of Palia formally determined the merger charter, the army of the Seris Federation began to move in and take over the city defense security in various places.

At the same time, the federal propaganda machine also began to carry out large-scale propaganda for union, so that the public could better understand the current situation.

At the same time, the declaration of independence of other territories was broadcast live throughout the country, and then the announcement of their incorporation into the Seris Federation with the support of the Queen of Seris. This was an indispensable ceremony.

The Seris Federation was also officially renamed the Seris National Socialist Union.

It is interesting to note that several free territories of the Kingdom of Cabancia also took advantage of the popularity of subcontinentalism to announce their incorporation into the alliance.

Cabancia, who was overwhelmed by the endless riots in the country, only dared to make a few symbolic protests, and then nothing happened.

Medea had been pushing forward the plan of the Cabancia Spring, and had early on instigated several large border lords to revolt, with all the marquises and earls on the border being hanged on the city walls.

After the Cabancia government's failure to suppress the rebellion, these territories had in fact slipped away from the kingdom's control.

The subsequent merger was just to stomp on its face a few more times. Cabancia certainly wouldn't dare to fight, but a few whispers wouldn't matter.

The existing ones were also called back to the federation for further training, and then new officials were sent to take up their posts.

The population increased from 500 million at the time of its founding to 3000 million when it merged with Ovinia, and reached a peak of 4500 million after encouraging childbirth.

By now, the subcontinental alliance with a total population of over 8000 million has been completed, and Media, which has almost unified the continent, has reached its peak.

The pace of Seris' expansion was so fast that even the main continent was caught off guard.

It was as if I had just woken up from a nap and found a giant bear with its claws bared standing next to me.

But speed also has its disadvantages. Seris, which once had one of the world's top construction levels, has fallen back again. A large number of new areas are waiting for infrastructure development.

Among the more than 8000 million people, civilians who rely on the land for their livelihood account for 75% of the total population of the alliance.

Land needs to be redistributed, infrastructure road and rail networks need to be built, local armed forces need to be reviewed, and there is a severe shortage of government officials who can support the operation of a place.

The most distressing thing is that famines of varying sizes have occurred in the territories of the three former kingdoms after years of war. The benefits have not yet appeared, but Media has been filled with all kinds of troubles.

This forced her to squeeze out time from her busy schedule to make a trip to the elves and meet the tree king who specifically asked her to come.

At first, Medea didn't care much, but when she really stood on the giant tree and saw the tree king, she subconsciously asked a question: "Little grass... tree king?"

'Um? '