Olrat is a fortress city that is both a goblin state, forever howling like mercenaries or aggressors. In the city itself, the sound of a hammer striking steel was incessant, it was very hot because of the many forges and smelters. The goblins of Olrat could only continue their wars for one reason - the daily release of many swords, shields, and armor. muskets, carriages and other things. As all know, goblins can't ride horses, so they use slave women instead. There is no shortage of this in Olrat. After all, due to the constant wars, there is a constant influx of slaves. And only in Olrat are methods used to strengthen riding slaves - they are branded with metal and chained immediately to siege weapons and cannons, making it impossible to unharness them. This is also a combat tactic - opponents of goblins, humans and elves, often hesitate when they realize that fighting goblins can also injure their enslaved relatives. And once again, the goblin army returns victorious. In front of them rode the goblin general, reclining in a carriage pulled by a tired elf. Behind him rode the goblin spearmen, goblin mages, and goblin archers, and at the end of the procession were the siege weapons, catapults, cannons, and mobile fortresses. The moans of the barely alive slaves, as they endured this horror, blended with the clanging of metal armor and weapons, creating a warlike and vile melody.

Goblin General: (whips the riding elf girl, that is pulling his cart) "Walk straight, you beast! Don't forget - you can always be replaced!"

riding elf girl: (wincing in pain, but accustomed to such treatment) "O-of course, sir... I'll do anything, sir..."