Azeroth’s Death Track

In the world of Azeroth, humans are ephemeral species.

Compared to the immortal night elves, the high elves who can easily live for 3000 years, the dwarves who can live 1500 years, or even the gnomes who can live hundreds of years, human life is too short. The longest-lived person recorded is only about 200 years old. Compared with those fantasy creatures, human beings really have no advantage in this respect.

But short-lived species also have the advantages of belonging to short-lived species. Because of the shortness of time, they are cherished even more. Every day, every year forces me not to live empty-handed, and to live meaningfully every second. It is here Urged by this instinct of not waiting for others, it only took 2800 years for human civilization to establish a large civilization circle in the eastern continent.

From being strong to the Arathor Empire that defeated the forest trolls with the high elves, to the current Seven Kingdoms of Humans, and then to the reconstruction of the Holy Arathor Empire, it took humans one-third of the time to complete the night elves. It took 10,000 years The things he had just completed made his footsteps spread to every corner of the whole world, and he left his glorious stroke in history.

Compared with hardworking human beings, other long-lived species are more or less lazy, time is too tolerant for them, and they can't feel the passage of time, which will reduce the efficiency of life work to a heinous level .

But a short life also means that it is impossible to remember emotions, victories, kindness, hatred, and forgetting in a lifetime. Human beings are always good at forgetting.

In the third month after the Wrynn family's rule was uprooted, Westfall seems to have restored the original order, er, it seems to be better than the original order.

The conflict between the Defias Brotherhood and the Kingdom of Stormwind seemed like a lifetime. Now, in this wilderness that has been re-divided, every road is patrolled by death knights and necromancers. Strictly keeping time, their daily patrols are almost always stuck in time.

And the civilians working on both sides of the road, from the fear at the beginning, they were frightened and paralyzed when they saw the undead, and now they turn a blind eye to it. Some bold young people even hide among the crops on the farm, to those death knights They pointed and pointed, and of course some humans who were not resentful of being managed by the undead scolded those walking corpses behind their backs.

But even the craziest drunk would not dare to make provocative actions against those death knights in broad daylight. The last guy who did this has not been freed from the hard labor of the death mines yet, and the results of a moment of pleasure Too serious, and the civilians, though blind at times, are not fools after all.

Mr. Satin, this is a letter from your son.

The patrolling death knights stopped at the entrance of the Sardinian farm, and the old Sardinian with a trace of fear on his face, the owner of the farm wiped his dusty hands on his worn clothes before reaching out to escape from death. The knight received his son's letter in his cold gauntlet.

He glanced at the death knight in front of him, his lips moved:

Thank you, Knight Heisenberg.

Call me Heisenberg.

The death knight responded casually, turned his horse's head, and led the undead infantry to continue patrolling. The undead under Tyrion's command were not cold corpses without their own thoughts. Even lower-level knights seemed a little slow to react because of their incomplete souls. , or the lack of necessary emotions, but the basic communication with humans is completely guaranteed.

In fact, in the past few months of contact, it is not difficult for the farmers in the western wilderness to find that these undead are not as difficult to deal with as they imagined, and some undead even retain the habit when they were alive. It still has the instinctive disgust of the living towards the dead, but when it is necessary to deal with it, the humans here will not be so resistant.

And the old Sardin, who looked very ordinary, was one of the first civilians who took the initiative to contact the undead.

Of course, the old Sardin was forced to do so. This honest old farmer had no choice but to do this, because his son, the little Sardin who once participated in the Defias Brotherhood, has now become a member of the Defias Brotherhood. The actual manager of this land, and got a formal official position.

Little Sardin is now the clerk of Sentinel Ridge Town, following the mayor Hank to handle the affairs of this new town, and recently, he has been busy re-dividing the land of the West Wilderness, and reorganizing the farms that were originally arranged irregularly. As for the cultivated land, the planning is more detailed and more concentrated.

And this prodigal son, who used to be a headache for old Sardin, has now become a decent person, and last week he and the bold mayor Hank even brought a few people stationed here The high-level death knight had dinner at Old Sardin's house, and almost scared Old Sardin's wife to death.

Of course, that was the first time old Sardin knew that the dead can also eat and drink... Although according to them, although the food eaten and the wine drunk can be completely digested by the energy in the body, they are not at all. Any taste, it is said that this is done to remember the time of the past.

Oh, there is another piece of arable land at home!

Old Sardin read the letter in a hurry. After learning that another piece of land was assigned to him, the old farmer who had a deep affection for the land suddenly became happy.

Speaking of which, old Sardin can be regarded as a beneficiary of this weird new system, because when the undead attacked Stormwind City, many farmers fled and followed the king to the northern border, so there were many more farmers in the western wilderness. Good land, right now, that land is being redistributed to those who need it, and to those who are willing to accept the new system.

As a result, the land of the Sardinian farm has more than doubled in three months, and the most pleasing thing is that the Defias United Council has issued a notice that there is no need to pay taxes in the first year, that is, It is said that as long as old Sardin can wait until this season's grain harvest, he can easily save a large sum of money...

I heard that the market in Shining Gold Town recently sold farm cattle at a low price... Do you want to buy a few?

The farmer walked towards the farmhouse while thinking about things, only to see his old wife running towards him anxiously:

problem occurs!

Mrs. Sardin was sweating profusely. She lowered her voice and said to her husband furtively:

A spy was caught in Alex's farm. I heard that the king of the northern border sent him to sabotage. Those ghosts said that the spy was going to poison the water.

What!

When Old Sardin heard this, he was immediately angry.

As a commoner, he could understand the anger of the overthrown kings, but the matter of sending people to poison the water was unacceptable to Old Sardin, because even if the dead people drank the poisoned water, they would not die again. The bad behavior will only hurt the local civilians who are lingering and dying, which undoubtedly hits his inner fear.

Damn it! Those bad guys should be hanged!

Old Sardin cursed angrily, and Mrs. Sardin also chimed in:

Those ghosts have done a good deed, but I heard that the spy will be thrown into the mine. Everyone knows that ghosts don't kill people.

The ghost things in Mrs. Sardin's mouth are probably those undead patrolling the wilderness. This is also the way most civilians in the western wilderness call undead, full of contempt and hostility.

People from the Veterans Union have already rushed over. It is said that they are going to interrogate the spy at Alex's farm.

Mrs. Sardin's eyes flashed with excitement, and she complained to Old Sardin:

You are now the largest farmer in Sentinel Ridge Town, and you are also a decent local person. Go and change your clothes, and we will go and have a look.

Look what that does.

Old Sardin was not interested in this kind of interrogation, he stuffed the letter in his hand to Mrs. Sardin:

My son said in the letter that he is very busy these days and can't go home, but there is another piece of land at home that hasn't been cultivated yet. I plan to go to Shinjin Town to buy some cattle and come back...

Why buy that!

Mrs. Sardin shook her head stubbornly: It's too expensive. Why don't we rent 20 undead and come back to plow the land in one day, and then hire a few more people, it will be much cheaper.

Rent undead...

Old Sardin seemed somewhat reluctant. The so-called renting of undead is a new business that has sprung up throughout the Defias Federal District. In previous wars, many dead soldiers could not be recruited into qualified Warriors, but it would be too wasteful to burn them directly, so the Grand Lich waved his hand, and these awakened undead became a special commodity.

They don't have their own thinking and wisdom at all, and even if they are sent to the battlefield, they can only be used as cannon fodder, but these lowest-level undead can accept simple orders, so in the first month of reclamation in the western wilderness, this phenomenon appeared on Sentinel Ridge. This business rents undead to cultivate land for farmers. The undead will not get tired, as long as the energy of death is enough, they can continue to work.

Although they can't do the technical work of sowing, they are definitely more trustworthy than lazy farm laborers who always have small ideas.

Of course, in order to prevent civilians from being uncomfortable, these undead have been specially treated, basically appearing in the form of smooth skeletons. As long as you can overcome your fear, they will become the most expensive and cheap laborers.

But to be honest, this business is not popular in the Western Wilderness, because the human nature here is relatively simple, and they can't accept this kind of thing that drives the dead to work, but I heard that in the East Valley and Red Ridge Mountains, those mines with their own mines Masters, they have already begun to buy this kind of undead labor from the Dark Blade Legion.

For dangerous mining and excavation operations, those who are crushed to death do not feel distressed, and they will never complain about the danger, do not even need to pay money, do not provide food and drinking water, absolutely hardworking and reliable undead workers, simply It is the most perfect miner in the hearts of mine owners.

Seeing that old Sardin was still hesitant, Mrs. Sardin gritted her teeth and said loudly:

If you care about your reputation, then let me rent it. At worst, let them farm at night, out of sight and out of mind, and more!

Mrs. Sardin crossed her waist, pointed at Old Sardin's nose, and roared:

Next week, the Westfall Farmers Association will be electing the chairman. You honestly put on your best clothes and run for office! You are the best farmer in the Westfall, and you deserve that seat!

But I'm not going.

Old Sardin muttered: Once King Varian calls back, we can...

The king is not coming back!

Mrs. Sardin gritted her teeth and said: What can a king do? He will collect taxes, let our son go to fight for him, let his wife be wounded, and let innocent people suffer all over the Westfall. He is a good king. , but those people under him are not good nobles! Will he set up a special association for the farmers? He won’t! Don’t be stupid, there are no nobles now.”

After the fat Mrs. Sardin yelled, she looked at the frustrated old Sardin, she sighed, and said earnestly:

I know you don't care about this, you just want to be a farmer honestly, but you have to think about our son, he has fallen too deep, little Sardin and Mr. Van Cleef are completely of the same mind, he thinks I have a great mission to this land and the people... It is impossible for him to withdraw, since my son is going to do a big business, even if we can't help him, we can't hold him back, right?

Mr. Van Cleef said that in this era, ordinary people can stand out, and no longer judge people's nobility by blood and origin. I don't know if what he said is true or not, but... we have to give it a try, right?

Old Sardin nodded silently. He reached out and took out a rusty badge from his shabby clothes. It was the badge he got when he was young when he followed King Baratheon to fight trolls. He also A veteran, his son is loyal to the new system, and he, his body is full of marks of the old system.

well...

Old Sardin sighed, and threw out the most cherished badge in his hand. A moment later, he rode on the old rough horse, wearing a straw hat, looked back at his thriving farm, then raised his whip, Follow Sentinel Ridge and rush over.

The Dark Blade Quartermaster Office closed at 7:00 p.m., and he had to rent a batch of undead before that, otherwise, he would have to wait another day to reclaim the newly allocated land.