Azeroth’s Death Track

In the Defias Federal District, nine months have passed since the ruler of this land changed. The people who still live on this land have also accepted their new life after the initial anger and disappointment ended.

The farms in the western wilderness have just harvested the first batch of crops this year. Under the constant advocacy of the members of the House of Commons, another new life that is completely different from the past has begun on this land.

The new product that was first accepted by the people was a thing called a steam harvester.

Those big, smoky, clanking guys are a product of the Black Iron District Trading Company, and those gnomes who work as clerks and school teachers on Sentinel Hill promise that they can make harvesting 10 times faster. More than that, but everyone didn't believe it at first. After seeing the work efficiency of those brainless undead, it was hard for the old-fashioned farmers to believe that there was something more efficient than these tireless undead.

The largest farmer in the area, Old Sardin, who is also the chairman of the Western Wilderness Farmers Association, was the first to eat crabs. Amidst the doubts of others, he was encouraged by his son who had become the mayor of Sentinel Ridge Town. Take the first step bravely.

On the day when the steam harvester entered the Sardinian farm, for all the farmers and farm laborers who came to watch on horseback, the power represented by the machine shattered their stubborn thinking for the first time.

The super-large steam harvester driven by three short dwarves roared, and rushed into the huge farmland of Old Sardinia like a wild beast. Within ten minutes, the harvest was completed, which required 50 farm laborers to work for a day. Crops, seeing the yellow-orange wheat flowing into the rear pocket like flowing water through the steel pipes, everyone was dumbfounded.

The developer of the steam harvester, Morse Copperbolt, a high-level engineer from the Overspark Science and Technology Laboratory, a dwarf in a cute skirt stood by the side of the farm, amidst the roar of the steam harvester, vowed to the people around him Farmers promise that soon, maybe in the new year, they'll have something engineered to plow and water themselves.

Some sensitive farm laborers sense the end is coming. Who will hire them to harvest crops once these roaring steel machines are widespread?

Of course, in the new era of ignorance, there must always be sacrifices, and these people who will lose their jobs due to the popularity of machines and cheap labor from the undead in the future don't need to worry too much... Construction has already begun in the Black Iron District In the factory, there will never be a shortage of jobs.

Probably the success of the steam harvester made people accept new ideas. In short, these days, the goblins who smelled the smell of money have also taken action. They are advocating their mining equipment in the mines of the entire Defias Federal District. , and even began to stealthily imitate more convenient small harvesting robots and sell them to those cash-strapped farmers at a lower price.

And the gnomes are ambitiously planning to build the first hydroelectric power station in the Defias Federal District on Thunder Falls outside Stormwind City. Of course, they adopt a more magical fantasy engineering idea...Anyway, Terry Ang can't see the shadow of technology in his memory from those weird machines...

In the restored city of Stormwind City, some old people are used to getting up every morning, picking up a newspaper at the door, and reading what happened in this new country, while those young people are in the city hall every month. In a recruitment, I am looking for my own opportunities.

New officials were appointed, new land was reclaimed, new mining areas were discovered, merchants discovered the hidden wealth opportunities in the Black Iron District, and even the most stubborn veterans began to form gangs in the House of Commons and began to use the new way, to claim for themselves the right to bear arms.

The Defias Federal District is like a poor imitation, but it has been on the right track of self-development from the beginning of the toddler, it has many, many problems inside, but it is also trying to solve it all by itself , it already has the ability to discover and solve problems by itself, and even those undead living among the living have begun to be accepted little by little.

They are not vicious or evil, they can also joke, they will also pair up to taste some newly developed dead dishes, they will also listen to music in their spare time, and they also have their own lives.

It's just that the appearance is different, but they have the same soul, and the same soul will always resonate. It may take a long time to trigger this resonance, but it doesn't matter, time is always on the side of the undead.

Everyone is adapting to their new roles, everyone is adapting to their new lives, maybe they still have some nostalgia for the past, but life must go on... One day, they will completely forget about Stormwind Kingdom or Ironforge A name that has been erased from history, proudly calling itself a citizen of the Defias Federation or Khaz Modan District.

Yes, someday.

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Nasa has new news, and when do you plan to read the newspaper?

In the Garden District of Stormwind City, in a low-key mansion, Tyrion is reading today's newspaper, just like a bystander, observing the development of the entire Federal District from a third-party perspective, and like a woman Aurelia, who was like a master, was yelling at her somewhat lazy husband with her hands on her hips.

On the table behind the two of them, some undead maids are placing rich dishes on the table. Those dishes are somewhat weird, exuding a strange aroma, and they look good, but you'd better not try to get to the bottom of it What are their ingredients... This is a dish that the living cannot taste, and it is specially prepared for the dead.

Of course, the taste simulated by various toxins is actually quite good.

I'm coming right now, don't be angry.

Tyrion turned his head and showed an apologetic smile, then folded the newspaper in his hand and put it aside, he sat on the dining table by the window, put a fat piece of scorpion tail into his mouth, and felt the sweetness With a hint of spicy taste, he turned his head and looked at the garden area outside the window. Some high-ranking knights who were on vacation were chatting on the grass in twos and threes, and some alcoholic undead walked out of the garden area shoulder to shoulder. Going to have a drink.

The Garden District was originally the Noble District in Stormwind City, but after the undead ruled here, it was transformed into the residence of the high-level undead in the Defias Federal District. They privately gave the Garden District a new name , called Midnight Garden, a very ambiguous name, and now, many humans call this place by this name.

The living are not refused to enter here, but at present, apart from those official officials and some bold businessmen, not many living people will take the initiative to step here.

Although Van Cleef and his councilors have been working hard, the gap between the living and the dead is not so easy to eliminate, and Tyrion will not allow high-level undead to arbitrarily join the system of the living. Spirits have their own social system and their own circle of life. For example, when they are on long vacations, many spirits will go on a hike together...to see the places where they used to live.

So, what did Nasa say?

Tyrion refocused on the dish in front of him. While he was tasting the deadly poison, Aurelia poured wine for the two of them, and then said:

Nasa has given Syndicate the final instructions, and Lothar will soon face a bad turmoil, but Nassa also said that she and Wolff found some druids in Gilneas, and those druids There is a sacred object that can cure the werewolf disease in his hand.

Druid? Heal?

Tyrion frowned, he put down the knife in his hand, and shook his head:

The werewolf's infection cannot be cured, because in the final analysis, it is not a disease at all, it is a power that extends in the blood and soul, very similar to Salain, as for the saints held by the druids Thing... let me see, the Scythe of Elune, right?

Alleria nodded:

According to the rumors, it is indeed a scythe, but our people have not seen it with their own eyes.

Well, I see, but those druids aren't a big deal.

Tyrion disassembled the monster lizard meat on the plate with a table knife. He dipped the piece of meat in the juice mixed with spider venom, and said vaguely:

Hasn't Arugal been worrying about how to deal with those first-generation werewolves who are crazy and want to break out? He doesn't have to worry about it, let him take the Book of Ur to Gilneas, and take Lilaar Toothfire Throw it into that land with those crazy and hopeless first-generation werewolf druids, and they will help us get rid of those druids.

Then tell Nasa and Crow to closely observe the battle, and wait until the druids are defeated, or the Luna Scythe falls into Fanghuo's hands...

Tyrion put a piece of meat into his mouth, his eyes became a little colder:

kill him.

Are they okay?

Alleria said worriedly:

Arugal said that Lailal Fanghuo was the archdruid who fought against demons 9,000 years ago. He and the druids under his command are powerful, relying only on Nasa and the crow...

I'll send someone to help them.

Tyrion picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth:

if everything goes well.

Well, these things are always up to you.

Alleria brushed her long hair, and she said to her husband:

The time for relaxing this time is long enough. I will return to Draenor this afternoon. Dornan and Vanessa need someone to take care of them. The order of that world also needs to be maintained, especially the orcs in Nagrand. While recovering, maybe some thoughts that shouldn't be there will slowly appear, and besides, I found some clues about what you asked me to check last time.

The Blood Mistress took a sip of the blood wine and said to Tyrion:

In Shattrath City, my maid heard some rumors. It is said that before the outbreak of the demon war in Draenor, Turalyon, who followed Naru Adal to learn the teachings of the Holy Light, disappeared strangely and was never seen again. passed him... at least in that city, no one has seen him.

He was sent away by Naru, but no one knows where he was sent?

The news of Aurelia made Tyrion a little worried. He rubbed his forehead, and after a while, he shook his head:

Forget it, as long as you can guarantee that Turalyon will not appear in the short term, this is a risky adventure in itself. In addition, after a period of time, after we defeat the human legion in Arathi Highlands, you may It's time to return to Quel'Thalas, and if you don't want me to use my method to solve the problem, then you'd better start preparing now.

Tyrion stretched out his hand and held Aurelia's cold fingers. He said softly, full of tenderness:

Whatever you try to do, take care of yourself, if you get hurt in there, I'm going to go crazy.

Ok, I know.

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After sending Aurelia away, Tyrion walked alone in the night of Stormwind. The rebuilt city was no different from before, but the lion emblems that were originally scattered throughout the city were replaced by black ones. The emblem of Broken Blade, this city that originally accommodated nearly 500,000 people, now only lives in a poor 50,000 people, so it looks very empty.

Especially in the dark, some dark corners of the city will never be approached actively.

For example, a cemetery.

The cemetery of Stormwind City is erected on the edge of the church area, where the previous kings of the Wrynn family, as well as those warriors who died for the country, and some members of the nobles are buried here. deep in the cemetery.

When the undead entered the city, they didn't destroy this place. Tyrion didn't need these civilians who had died for a long time to stand up and fight for him, so so far, the place has remained peaceful enough, and fresh bouquets can still be seen on some tombstones .

But Tyrion came here this night, not to mourn someone, but to wait for someone.

clang

At midnight, a strange sound rang in the heart of the death knight standing silently in the middle of the cemetery, interrupting his meditation. Tyrion opened his ice blue eyes, and he took a deep breath like a living person , and then turned around, amidst the sound of the robe being blown by the wind, a rune of the language of the soul shattered in his palm.

In a different field of vision, he finally saw the angel in the legend of mortals for the first time...but the wings of the angel in front of him were pure black, maybe this symbolized that she did not come from heaven.

You finally came...

Tyrion coughed lightly:

I've been waiting for you for too long.