Azeroth’s Death Track

Ah, the scenery is still so bad when I return to Kalimdor after a lapse of several years... The Steamwheedle Consortium is still so stingy. Look at this port, it hasn't been renovated in more than ten years.

What a turnoff!

On the pier of Thorn Tooth City, Heisuo, dressed in a gorgeous little fur, looked at the busy port in front of him with a trace of nostalgia. Beside him were two heavily armed giants, who were the personal guards of Master Heisuo. , After being equipped with the most advanced weapons of Hessian Technology, these two giant monsters armed to the teeth are enough to block ten with one.

On the other side of Heisuo, Shana Mars, the secretary who is also very gorgeously dressed and full of goblin luxuryism, is holding a black note in her hand, and is reporting to Heisuo. Down itinerary:

Boss, we won't stop in Briartooth City. After eating, we will go directly to Dustwallow Marsh. It is said that a week ago, a regional conflict broke out between humans and ogres. I believe there must be business there. It can be done, and I heard that a new batch of pioneers have just arrived in Thousand Needles, where the centaurs traditionally live, and a war is about to break out.

While talking, Shana took out a fist-sized calculator from her handbag, clicked it a few times, and then said to Heisuo beside her:

It is conservatively estimated that this place will become the third dumping market after our industrial upgrading in the next ten years.

But every time we make a business in this ghost place, we have to pay 10% of the profits to the Black Iron Chamber of Commerce. I really feel sorry for you, Shana, did you hear that?

Heisuo knocked away the scepter inlaid with gems in his hand, and said with a dissatisfied face:

The gold coins in my pocket are crying, those vampires who lie and make money, damn it.

Facing Heisuo's complaints, Shana shrugged and brushed her hair again:

But at least they have loosened the restrictions on the arms trade, my boss, otherwise you won't be able to earn a single coin... Actually think about it, this time we want to grab business from the Steamwheedle Consortium and the Bilgewater Consortium, It's exciting.

Hey, that's a good point.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Heisuo's small eyes:

If we don't defeat those damned old men, how will we rise to power? I still want to be a trade prince before I turn 35, my little Shanna, you will also become the wife of a trade prince...

Seeing that Heisuo's fingers were about to reach out to her slender waist again, Shana squinted her eyes, turned over a page of notes in her hand, and said in feigned surprise:

Ah, boss, I have some bad news that I forgot to inform you...

Don't be a dwarf! Don't be a dwarf! Don't be a dwarf!

Heisuo froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and muttered something. The next moment, Shana's eyes flashed with joy, and she whispered:

It's a gnome! Boss, Overspark brought their own caravan. When we set off from Booty Bay, they set off at the same time, and it is estimated that they have already arrived in Dustwallow Marsh.

rua! bang

The magnificent scepter in Heisuo's hand slammed on the railing in front of him fiercely. With sparks splashing everywhere, the goblin seemed to have gone crazy, turning around in place, still screaming:

Fucking dwarves! Look here, blue sky, white clouds, blue waves and silver sand, what a beautiful scenery, because of those dwarves, all of these are gone!

Let's go! Let's go, don't eat... Let's go to Dustwallow Marsh, if those gnomes beat you, I will deduct a month's salary from each of you! Go!

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On the other side, in the new Stromgarde city in Dustwallow Marsh, Master Tinker Overspark was strolling the streets under the protection of several human bodyguards, followed by some noisy gnome technicians. The extremely fast black iron area has been boring for several years, and this time when I came out to discuss business, it was like traveling on public funds.

Curious about everything they see, wanting to buy everything they see, but on the first day of arriving in this city, these engineers with their pockets full of salaries bought a lot of meaningless things.

Of course, these joyous little guys haven’t forgotten the mission of this trip. After playing around, they changed into the best clothes, which were handmade dresses by the high-level tailors of the Defias Federation. Follow the leader, go to the office of New Stromgarde, and negotiate with the person in charge here about orders for armaments and agricultural machinery.

However, when heading to the city hall, Overspark's gaze was suddenly attracted by several tall creatures walking back and forth at the gate of the city.

Gnomes are naturally interested in those tall creatures, and they often say Oh my God, you are so tall... But at this time, it is not the tauren that attracts Overspark Tall bodies, but some kind of sophisticated and heavy mechanical weapons hanging from their bodies.

If the master craftsman guessed correctly, those things should be weapons made by engineers within the empire.

That thing looks like it's steam powered.

Well, the parts are coupled, no drive shafts are used, and it looks like a gear construction.

The appearance is very similar to our continuous-firing machine gun, but it is a bit too big, isn't it?

It must not have been structurally optimized. I guess that bullet must also be the most primitive gunpowder bullet.

Behind Overspark, the dwarf craftsmen also discovered those weird weapons. They almost grasped the characteristics of the steam fire gun in the chatter. In the eyes of laymen, the weapons carried by the Tauren It is very complicated, but in the eyes of these insiders, the technological level of this thing is seriously insufficient.

Bourne, go find a way to get close, and look at the weapon in the tauren's hand.

Overspark blinked, and he said something to the human bodyguards around him. These bodyguards are all disguised as military attaches from the Defias Federation. They belong to the Federal Foreign Intelligence Service. They are all excellent field agents. After the order, the agent named Bourne walked up quickly, and using a few cigars, he quickly chatted with those simple and honest tauren.

The dwarves took advantage of this opportunity and sent a representative with nimble hands and feet to run to the tauren and observe the weapon at close range. After a few minutes, the guy came back with his hands full of engine oil. The green-haired Wiping his hands, the dwarf whispered to the Tinkler:

That thing used the original design before the fall of Gnomeregan. It seems that our compatriots who escaped shared this technology with the Human Empire, but it was a preliminary version. According to the dark blade's armament system, this The single-shot power of the East and West is weaker than the axes and guns of the undead infantry, let alone compared with the rapid-fire guns we install on tanks.

That is to say, the most advanced weapon of the human empire is like this.

Overspark nodded thoughtfully, and then asked:

Is that thing handmade, or an assembly line product?

Handmade!

The green-haired dwarf waved his 8 fingers in front of the master craftsman:

Look at the leaking engine oil. The tolerances of the parts on the firearm are terribly large. It should be the imitation of those clumsy human apprentices. There is no trace of assembly line production at all.

very good!

The master craftsman nodded in satisfaction:

Then it seems that the munitions samples we brought should be able to empty the pockets of human beings. As long as this business is completed, the funds for building the chip research laboratory in Gnomeregan City will be enough.

Come on, boys, let's make money!

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What did you say?

King Garin, who had just returned from Thousand Needles, stared at his most trusted spy, Gray Yop, and asked in a daze:

You mean, there are a group of arms dealers from the Black Iron region under the control of the undead who want to negotiate business with us? Are you sure you are not joking with me? Tyrion's brain is broken, so he will allow them to buy and sell arms ? Or is this some kind of bloody conspiracy?

I am not sure as well.

Rao Hui Yuep had seen the real big wind and waves, he was also a little at a loss at this time, facing the king's inquiry, he could only repeat the words of those dwarfs:

They said that the Black Iron District is a federation of free commerce, and the dark blade system can't control them free trade businessmen. They also said that technology has no borders. What kind of **** humanitarian spirit did they come to us? Provide better, more powerful, more advanced weapons that are sufficient to fight against the barbarians, and they hope to take away a group of dwarfs who are willing to leave with them from the new immigrants.

Wait, let me think about it.

Galin sat on the chair, took out his pipe habitually, and Gray Yop lit the king winkingly. After a burst of smoke, the king narrowed his eyes:

Take them to the embassy first, and I will meet them in person.

Uh, Your Majesty, our embassy district has not been built yet, and the workers are busy building the city wall now.

Then take them to any place that is safe enough... Don't forget to search!

Ten minutes later, when Overspark had finished his third cup of local wild fruit juice, King Garin finally appeared in the somewhat shabby living room after changing into a suit of decent clothes.

This is His Majesty the King of Stormgard, dwarf!

Gray Jop said aloud:

Your Majesty Galen Trollbane, you should salute Your Majesty!

Sorry, Your Majesty.

The dwarf stood on the chair and made a nondescript bow with a funny voice and movement, then he stroked his white beard as if deliberately provocative, and said:

Please forgive my stupidity, but we don't have kings and nobles there...I'm used to it, and I can't change it for a while.

Gray Yop wanted to reprimand the dwarf for his rudeness, but Galin stopped him. The young king sat on a chair, looked at the white-haired dwarf carrying the box, and asked softly:

You are very courageous, Mr. Dwarf. This is not the same as the character of the little people in the general rumors, but what I am curious about is that a businessman like you who came from the land of the dead walked into our country carelessly. Are you not afraid that I will order my guards to put you in prison, or even cut off your heads?

Why should I be afraid, Your Majesty the King.

Overspark shrugged. He wasn't wearing his trademark engineering goggles today, so he blinked his blue eyes and said:

Based on your current situation, I believe that any businessman who comes here with good intentions should not be harmed, unless you want to start a closed-door development from nothing, and then fight against the undead...but IMHO, you really need Help, I trust, you can understand that.

Of course, more importantly, I have a master craftsman license from the Black Iron Business Federation. Excellent scientific researchers like me are protected by the laws of our country. The cruising undead fleet will immediately attack your city...I am not threatening you, Your Majesty, I just want to show my goodwill in this way.

The dwarf's eyes shone with sincerity:

Peace is hard-won, and I ventured here to do business with you, and I hope to take away my poor compatriots. In the war between humans and the undead, in the final battle in northern Xinjiang, countless Hundreds of exiled gnomes died in the flames of war between the two sides, and I don't want to see such a tragedy happen again.

This is a human war, why let innocent dwarves bleed?

These words were soft but hard, which made Galin look very ugly. This is natural. Any king would feel angry when he heard such words without a little respect, but Galin is a rational person after all. , after more than ten seconds, he raised his head and looked at the master craftsman in front of him:

I can't trust you! With all due respect, anyone who has dealt with the undead is not worthy of trust... But, since you say you are a businessman, let me see your products first, if you can let me If you are satisfied... the problems of your clansmen are not impossible to discuss.

Overspark saw hope, so the dwarf nodded and signaled his bodyguard to open the box in his hand, but at this moment, a guard hurried into the drawing room and whispered something in the king's ear, adding Lin's expression became bright immediately, and after a while, he said to the dwarf:

Just a moment, Mr. Dwarf, another guest of mine. I'll come later.

And he said, he's your 'old friend'.