Azeroth’s Death Track

The strategic discussion on Kalimdor has come to an end. Against the background of the intensifying storm outside the window, in the abandoned palace of Lordaeron, the death lords began to summarize the details of this war, which is important for the commanders. It is very important. Although a new round of armament replacement has just been completed, it does not mean that the dark blade's armament system will be fixed.

After all, the several large military laboratories in the Black Iron business district spent a lot of money to design new war weapons, and it is up to the frontline commanders to decide whether these strange weapons can be used.

The newly refitted Bison melee shotgun performed very well on the battlefield. It is a great decision to distribute this simple and powerful weapon to the basic combat units. It greatly strengthens the combat capabilities of the undead infantry. Coupled with high-explosive grenades, this is enough to make our infantry more than double the combat effectiveness.

Glokush first praised the new-style ax gun, then pulled out his dark gold shotgun from his feet and threw it on the table. Judging from his expression, he knew that the death lord didn't like this weapon. satisfy.

The Kraken shotgun issued by the officers is also quite powerful, but to be honest, the improvement of the combat effectiveness of high-level knights is very limited. After all, we are warriors on the magic side. This simple engineering weapon is very powerful. It is difficult to integrate into our combat skills, if it is transformed into a long-range weapon that can be driven by death energy, I think the effect will be better.

Well, I think so too, the power of this thing is a bit small.

Saurfang glanced at the dark golden weapon designed in the shape of a very simple iron box, and he expressed his support for Glokush's statement.

The labs in the Dark Iron District are experimenting with this... but I don't have much hope for it.

Governor Myra moved her fingers and said to the two death lords:

The internal structure and design principles of this shooting weapon have been determined. No matter how much it is modified, it will be difficult to satisfy the high-level knights. Therefore, the second plan given by the gnomes and goblins is to make the improved The Kraken shotgun is distributed to the lower-level knights as a secondary weapon, and then new equipment is distributed to the high-level knights at the command level... This is the non-commissioned officer power armor distributed to you this time, It's field-tested.

Of course, if it is to be distributed to the whole army, it will definitely be downgraded and modified. Otherwise, according to the current cost of nearly 150,000 gold coins per unit, our entire economic system will collapse.

Huh? Those power armors?

Luminas's eyes lit up, and she whispered:

It's finally interesting. I have already imagined a scene where hundreds of Power Armor fighters charge together. There is probably no city on this continent that can block the surprise attack of those mechanical beasts.

Then you'd better not expect too much.

Myra shrugged and said to her girlfriend:

It will take at least five years for that thing to spread to every battle group. After all, it is a breakthrough product of the overall concept of engineering. The manufacturing speed of some of its components is very slow. According to Hesso and Owo Spark expects that after the industrial machine tool and assembly line system is upgraded again in the Black Iron District, the production speed and unit price of those battle armors can catch up with our expected plan.

As he spoke, Myra glanced at Tyrion, and he said:

It's a very, very big project.

It's okay, we can afford to wait.

Tyrion said with a final word: In recent years, there should be no wars that require full mobilization, so they can be allocated to a few battle groups first, mainly the battle groups that are about to go to the Northrend continent. It is necessary to ensure their overall fighting power.

Well, I will coordinate the internal operations of the Black Iron District.

Myra nodded.

There is another question about the rapid-fire gun and howitzer that Dark Blade is currently equipped with.

Rogelio knocked on the table:

The firepower projection level of the artillery units is satisfying. The only flaw is their moving speed. It is difficult to keep up with the ground troops advancing at full speed. This coastal war has proved this point. The ground troops have been fighting for 20 minutes. Afterwards, the artillery main force can barely enter the battlefield.

And there is also a question about those steam tanks that are distributed to each battle group. Their weapon deterrence is insignificant after the replacement is completed. The only thing worthy of praise is their armor defense and movement speed... So I think, can you combine artillery and steam tanks? Form a new type of war weapon with strong defense and firepower?

Well, theoretically yes.

Myra rubbed his forehead, he seemed to be remembering something, and after a while, he said to Rogelio:

I seem to have seen a research application submitted by a small laboratory a few days ago, but their idea is to set up heavy artillery on an airship that moves in the sky. Well, I will sign this research application after I go back. , according to the current scientific research speed in the Black Iron District, there will be research results in about 2-3 months.

No problem, the artillery unit will be transferred to the Hinterlands and Arathi for rest, we have enough time to wait.

Rogelio nodded slightly, thus, another study on war was arranged.

So, that's really all we're going to talk about.

Tyrion leaned back on the chair, looked at the lords in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

The Battle of Northern Xinjiang has been completely over. No matter what happened in the past, but now, our thoughts have been reunified, and the ideological differences within the Dark Blade have been integrated. We have always recruited our companions on a voluntary basis. Our consciousness And thinking is free, this is a fine tradition worth cherishing, and it is also the most important symbol that separates us from monsters, and I sincerely hope that this unity can last longer...

The matter of Khadgar and Danas is an out-and-out tragedy. I hope it will not happen again. I hope that no matter what problems we encounter in the future, we can get together, discuss and solve it...

Tyrion's fingers were intertwined, and his thoughts were running fast:

The next most important thing for Dark Blade to do in the eastern continent is to help the Defias Federation complete the big immigration this time, as well as the industrial upgrading of the Black Iron District, as well as the parliamentary system of the Khaz Modan District. Establishment, including the pioneering work of Twilight Federation and Swamp of Sorrows, as well as the commercial connection and operation of Azeroth and Draenor world.

There are a lot of things to do. In the next period of time, those of you who are used to holding weapons must learn to hold the pen well. Undead can do more than destroy and destroy, we also need to integrate In the construction of civilization, the new civilization of the Federation not only belongs to humans, but the undead should also be a part of it.”

This will also be the home of the dark blade, the civilization of the dark blade.

etc!

Yrel, who was drowsy from hearing it, suddenly trembled. She propped her chin with her left hand, looked at her companions, and said loudly:

There is still one very important matter that has not been resolved... If Your Excellency Tyrion no longer serves as the king of the Dark Blade, if the Dark Blade Legion really does not have the title of king from then on... Then, what should we do? What should I call you? You can't just call you Tyrion in public, can you?

Well, what Yrel said makes sense.

Serente rubbed his chin, nodded deeply:

No matter what we think internally, at least in the eyes of living beings, you are still the leader of the Dark Blade Undead. You must have a title that matches your identity, even if it is an honorary title.

Big Speaker? Judge? Or something cooler...

Luminas scratched her hair and thought for a few seconds, then looked at Tyrion:

Warmaster Dawnblade?

Or according to the tradition of our Draenei, called the Archon? The Great Temple?

Yrel also stared at the big eyes and blended in:

And, I seem to remember that the title of those great people in our history is also quite appropriate, the chosen one?

I think it's more appropriate to call War Overseer.

Glokush stretched out his finger and clicked in the air:

This is a name that transcends the lord.

This kind of noisy and interesting discussion lasted for a long time. Tyrion watched his friends put weird names on his head with a blank face, until he completely lost interest in listening. After waving his hand to interrupt the debate of these guys with big brains, he said softly:

Just according to the name we called when we first arrived in the world of Draenor.

Call me...high lord.

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No!

In the dark night of a foreign land, a sudden exclamation broke the tranquility of the room, Alsace seemed to have been attacked, he sat up suddenly from the bed, he breathed heavily, his fingers quickly searched in the darkness, Finally, he grabbed the hilt of the long sword lying beside the bed.

At the moment when he grasped the cold weapon, the hesitation and fear in the young king's heart were gradually dispelled. He looked at the slightly unfamiliar room in front of him, and in a daze, he heard the movement, and quickly rushed in with the lantern. Farric, the chief guard in the room, saw that the king was safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief, and then lit the candle.

As the light filled the dark room little by little, Alsace seemed to have returned to his soul. He carried a long sword, wore pajamas, walked off the bed, staggered against the window, and then He picked up the half bottle of wine on the table, it was the best drug he used for hypnosis.

Outside the window is a calm sea, like a black mirror reflecting starlight, and the starry sky above his head seems to be different from the starry sky in his memory. This is natural, because he has left the hometown where he grew up. He is now on the other side of the endless sea, on a land that makes him feel strange and frightened.

Kalimdor, Thorntooth City, this is a commercial city built by the goblins of the Steam Sand Consortium on the coast of the Barrens, and it is also the nearest port from Kul Tiras to Kalimdor The only way to go through the mud swamp.

The civilians of Lordaeron who escaped from the northern border are currently temporarily resettled in the Stormsong Valley of Kul Tiras. Where are there nearly 3 million homeless refugees from other kingdoms? The new frontiers of the Empire are unexplored and wild lands, so the civilians will have to stay in the island country for a while before the leading army can take care of everything.

Now the human empire is facing a very difficult situation. After losing the human emperor Lothar and those old and prudent kings, the people in charge of almost every country are young people, and the citizens have just gone through a tragic war. The heart is terrified, and the time has come to test the abilities of these young kings.

If the young rulers can't prepare a new resting place for their people before they are overwhelmed by the fear in their hearts, then the human empire will be completely over.

This is also the reason why Alsace appeared in Thorntooth City. It is only 4 days since the end of the last war in northern Xinjiang, but Alsace has not had much time to rest. He must take Lordan with him. Lun's combat-capable legion went to Dustwallow Marsh to join King Garin Trollbane, and built the first city in the new era of the human empire in the swamp near the sea.

Your Majesty, you should rest, and you have to hurry tomorrow.

The loyal Chief of Guards Farric looked at His Majesty who had been unusually silent recently, and he persuaded with some concern: You can no longer fall asleep with alcohol, this thing will affect your judgment.

Bless the Light, just leave me alone for the night, Farric.

His Majesty Alsace waved his hand impatiently:

Come on out, let me be quiet, okay?

The chief guard wanted to say something more, but considering the quarrel this afternoon, he finally sighed and left the room quietly. The moment the door closed, Alsace, who was bearded and looked extremely tired, Shaking his head, he raised his hand, and poured the cold wine down his throat into his stomach. The pungent feeling made the scene in front of him shake.

He couldn't help but recall the night when he left the northern border, on the northern coast, he and his father... communicated with Terenas Menethil, one of the forgotten kings. ..

Father, I... how can I save your soul? How can I save your kingdom...

Arthas muttered to himself, his eyelids getting heavy as the wine poured down his throat bit by bit, until at some point, the young and haggard king lay on the goblin sofa , at the moment when he closed his eyes drowsily, another scene unfolded in front of him.

It was the scene of howling snow drifting in the strong wind. Alsace saw the endless undead entrenched on a whole continent in a trance, as well as the tall tower standing in the dark ice and snow, the top of the tower The Frozen Throne, within the frozen block of ice, there is a dim light shining faintly.

In front of the throne, there is a pale magic sword floating above the snow, just like the dark magic sword in Tyrion's hand, it is exuding endless... power.

Come, come, Arthas Menethil, your weapons are wiped clean, your legions are ready to go...Come, become king, and reclaim your lost lands and...glory.

To defeat demons, you must first become demons... This is a great and honorable sacrifice, to sacrifice yourself, to win the future for your people and civilization, like Lothar, like yours Like a father...

Come, young king, the future you want...is in your hands.