Azeroth’s Death Track

Speaking of the starship gifted to the Federation by the Dark Alliance, it is not entirely the warlocks who want to provoke the Federation and the Empire to yearn for and compete for the stars.

It was because in the battle of Niskala, the Dark Alliance was helpless in the face of the demon's strong fire attack, which exposed the shortcomings of the Dark Alliance. Therefore, after the war on the frontal battlefield ended, Kel'Thuzad immediately dispatched warlocks Returned to Azeroth, and placed a huge order with the arms dealer in the Black Iron District.

But at the time of payment, the sorcerers were a little cash-strapped, so they bought some bonds from the Federal Central Bank, and then the stingy sorcerers didn't want to pay back the debt, so they simply found the diplomats of the Federation and told them that the Federation would help us pay the bills. Arms order, we will send you a demon starship just captured from the battlefield.

Well, 80% new! A real military product! Having experienced the real Star Wars, the quality is absolutely guaranteed! It also comes with a Ganerge demon engineer, dear!

This matter was immediately reported to the Supreme Council by highly vigilant federal diplomats. The completely bald Speaker Edwin Van Cleef had very secret exchanges with the Dark Blade Legion. He knew some recent trends about the Dark Alliance, so Make a decision on the spot.

This business is done!

So there is the current scene.

Frankly speaking, the starship Warlock gave to the Federation was not particularly good. It was captured on the battlefield of Niscala. At that time, the corpse tide set off by the death knights occupied the demon's starport for the first time, and several ships that would be docked there The starships were all taken as trophies, and the three parties divided up the warships among themselves, and then chose the smallest one to give to the Federation.

But even so, seeing the nearly 50-kilometer-long steel battleship docked in the star port under the restraint of the traction field, the speakers of the federation cheered endlessly, and even opened a bottle on the spot Champagne to celebrate.

This made the watching empire representatives feel sour.

But the good news is that the Illidari already have the Fel Hammer battleship, so Illidan is currently planning to sell the extra starship in their hands, so the representatives of the empire simply don't care about admiring the scenery of the Dreadscar Rift , immediately followed the Illidari's legion and went to the Niscala battlefield.

They had to buy that starship before the federation's bastards disrupted the situation.

Although the empire does not yet have a real emperor, and the reforms of the Stormwind Kingdom have caused some chaos among the countries, but it is related to human orthodoxy and national affairs. No matter how big the conflict is, we must unite as one!

On the other side, the dwarf warlock Wilfred is leading the trade prince of the Bilgewater Consortium, His Excellency Gallywix, to visit the treasure house in the Dreadscar Rift. This treasure house was just discovered by the warlocks and is located underground in the Dreadscar Rift. On the second floor, the light was not very good, but under the illumination of the fel lights, the shining luster of the treasures from various worlds still made the eyes of Prince Gallywix, who was a guest, shine.

Speaking of Gallywix, this guy is a true legend among goblins.

More than ten years ago, commercial activities in the goblin civilization were still monopolized by the Steam Sand Consortium. Almost all goblin merchants had to do business under the rules set by the Steam Sand Consortium. This situation made Gary, who was very young at the time, Vickers was very dissatisfied, so he established the prototype of the Bilgewater Consortium and started a long career of speculation.

Cooperating with venture capital companies, he spent more than ten years expelling the power of the Steamwheedle Consortium from Kezan Island, the center of goblin civilization, located next to the Maelstrom.

Since then, Gallywix's Bilgewater Consortium has truly become a business tycoon. After driving out the Steamwheedle Consortium, he waged a business war with venture capital companies for several years, and brought those who would do anything to make money The bastards were driven out, and at this point, Kezan Isle became Gallywix's sphere of influence.

By monopolizing the Keya ore business in the entire Azeroth, this guy made a lot of money. Most importantly, although Gallywix was as stingy as other goblins, he was a person who knew how to enjoy himself. The Wangyou Palace built on Kezan Island is the most famous resort in Azeroth, and its single-day casino turnover is even more than Gadgetzan's casino.

Moreover, Gallywix has a very good vision. This rare fat man among the goblins can keenly seize all business opportunities and dare to make big bets on investment. This is why the Dark Alliance specially invited Gallywix to come to Dreadscar Rift .

This guy is crazier than the average goblin trade prince.

I don't like goblins.

The high-ranking warlock Wilfred glanced at Prince Gallywix, whose eyes were shining brightly. The dwarf curled his lips and said:

But the boss appreciates the business art of goblins, so he specially sent you an invitation letter. The war with demons is cruel and long. The Dark Alliance needs support, money, or supplies from all forces in Azeroth. We all need it.

I am a businessman, Warlock.

The goblin trade prince held up a magnifying glass and looked at the luxurious works of art stored in the treasury. The fat goblin wearing a gem-studded gentleman's hat gave out admiration and said without looking back:

Real businessmen don't care about these high-sounding descriptions. I don't have a heart to dedicate to the world, and I don't need to be nice to it, because the world has never taken the initiative to do anything for me...I It means that if you want me to spend money, at least you have to let me know what I can get after spending money.

We have a one-third land subdivision right on Xoros.

The dwarf warlock lowered his voice:

We can give you land, minerals, and in that world, you can become a real king!

What do I want those things for?

Gallywix looked suspiciously at the dwarf warlock in front of him, and he showed a contemptuous smile:

Everyone says that gnomes don't know how to do business. Now I know it. You are very smart, but you really don't know how to do business. Well, I won't embarrass you, Warlock, I will just state my request.

The Rustwater Conglomerate can supply you with enough supplies. I want to monopolize this privilege. It's okay if you don't have the money to pay. After each battle, just give me 15% of the spoils. The monopoly supply right is at least 10%. Year!

Secondly, I want two starships! I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm going to take this thing back to Azeroth for auction as the start-up capital for this big support.

Finally, at some suitable moment in the future...

Fat Goblin Gallywix touched the oversized ruby ​​ring on his finger, and said faintly:

I want to buy a planet from you! As the base camp of the stars of the Bilgewater Consortium, don't worry, I will pay for it.

Rao Warlock doesn't understand economics at all, and he can feel the viciousness of these requirements. Wilfred gritted his teeth and shouted to the fat goblin:

15%? Why don't you grab it? Up to 7%! There are two starships? No! I'll give you one at most!

make a deal!

Gallywix's eyes flashed brightly, and he made a decision on the spot. The attendant who followed the goblin took out a portable typewriter without saying a word, and banged wildly. A few minutes later, the freshly released documents were put on two In front of the short man.

Seeing Gallywix's cheerfulness, the corners of the dwarf warlock Wilfred's eyes twitched wildly.

Nima, you are still so happy to cut half of the middle, hell, how low is your material cost?

Instinct told the dwarf warlock that he should have been tricked, but the boss and the other two bosses didn't seem to care about these details. They didn't care about these things at all, but threw it to the dwarf for overall planning, which proved their innocence idea.

The dwarf muttered a few words, he was dawdling and didn't want to sign, the goblin prince looked around, hooked his finger, and a check from the Federal Central Bank fell on the ground, Gallywix let out a contrived scream , he twisted the check and handed it to the dwarf warlock:

Hey, Mr. Warlock, why are you so careless, this should belong to you?

Wilfred took the check suspiciously. The series of zeros dazzled the dwarf's eyes. He subconsciously glanced at the goblin prince, who shrugged at him. stamped on the contract.

Happy cooperation!

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The stars are the final frontier, the battleground of the future, and it means a lot to occupy a place here.

The demon hunter Illidan stood at the top of Niscala's demon fortress. Although he couldn't see anything, he didn't need eyes to feel the darkness contained in the stars in front of him. The crimson fear originating from the depths of the stars, that When he faced Sargeras 10,000 years ago, he had seen the demon battlefield scattered across the stars.

It was a horror that he could never forget in his life.

The demons are born here, and this is their world. They occupy resources that are countless times larger than ours. If we kill one demon, ten demons will be born. We defeat them once, and when they come back, they will become become stronger.

There is no hope of fighting them on our world, we must step into their battlefields... looting resources from them to make ourselves stronger, so that we can finally compete with them among the stars.

Illidan turned his head. Behind him, the Kaldorei's Dark Moon God of War Tyrande and Legion Commander Jarod Shadowsong stood not far behind him. They were also looking at this lonely world of stars .

We defeated it once, Sargeras the Dark Titan, and we must defeat it again!

The demon hunter whispered:

I beg you, support me, help me, I have nothing to hide from you... This is my purpose, this is the only reason I am here.

Tyrande was silent, but she did not object to Illidan, and the white-haired Jarod withdrew his gaze from the stars, and he asked softly:

How can we help you, Illidan? Are you going to move our Sentinel Legion here?

No! No need!

Illidan said:

You only need to approve and support our actions in an official capacity at the right time, and work with other companions to stir up those free forces and let them enter this star field spontaneously. The rest is up to you. Just give it to me.

You mean, those mercenaries, adventurers and witchers?

Gallaud is deeply skeptical:

Some of them are indeed heroes, but most of them are not real fighters.

Take it easy, Jarod.

Illidan said:

As long as they come here, as long as they see the horror of the devil, then they will become qualified fighters, or die here as cowards.

No matter what, it's a decent exit, and here is the best place to train troops!

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The Pope was very moved by your victory, and he entrusted me to congratulate you.

Accompanied by Dathrohan, the great white-haired knight Uther walked in the city that Xoros had already cleaned up. This demonic city is quite strange to humans, but it is not unacceptable. .

The fog of death has purified the evil energy in the city. Now the city is dead, only some death knights are busy. Soon, the city will exist as the rear base of the Niscala front. They One must be prepared for the impending counterattack of the demons.

The Pope praised you as true warriors. Although you did not walk with the Holy Light, your achievements cannot be erased.

Uther looked at the occupied city, and he was quite emotional:

Who would have thought that the power of Azeroth would grow so quickly, we would be able to fight among the stars in the blink of an eye, alas, I am already old.

Uther's old wounds never healed. After going to the empire, he no longer served as a military officer, but turned to train new paladins. But in Dathrohan's eyes, Uther was still the brave man he was back then. Lightbringer, he whispered to Uther:

You are so blessed by the Holy Light, old friend, you may be able to become the next pope. Speaking of which, Faol's body...

When it came to this question, Uther was a little silent and sad. He shook his head and said in a low voice:

It may not survive this winter. The priests of the Bright Cathedral are already preparing for the Holy Spirit ceremony. He joked with me two days ago that maybe he can go to find Tyrion to renew his life... But you and I both know, He wouldn't do that.

Dathrohan.

Uther raised his head and looked at the dark green sun in the sky of Xoros, he said:

Your Majesty Faol, let me tell you that if you really need help from the world of the Holy Light, he will help you... Do you understand what I mean? If the Order can make a contract and become Azeroth The eternal sleepless guardian of the Holy Light belief system, he is even willing to issue a Jihad Declaration for your war...

These words made Dathrohan raise his head subconsciously, and the death knight's eyes flashed with surprise:

The old man is crazy? He wants to take the initiative to accept the existence of us undead? Isn't he afraid that the Church of the Holy Light will split the faith?

A wry smile appeared on Uther's face, and the old knight said a little uneasy:

The old man feels that his time is approaching, and he...has gone all out.

It's not just you. His Majesty Fao intends to completely resolve the disputes within the Human Empire before he is called by the Holy Light. He is very stubborn this time. He is burning his own life. No one can dissuade him. , but I don't know either...

Is it a good thing or a bad thing.