Azeroth’s Death Track

The arms trade in the Black Iron Commercial District has a long history. When this commercial district was first established, those bold goblin merchants provided weapons to the mountain people in Red Ridge Mountain to exterminate the gnolls and fish in the mountain area. Man and dangerous beast.

That was sort of the beginning of the arms trade.

In the era when humans and the undead were in full swing, the armament orders of the Dark Blade Legion were all digested inside the Black Iron District. During the war, no amount of bullets and shells would be enough. Arms dealers who have made a fortune must find new markets.

As the saying goes, an arms dealer who cannot sell weapons to the empire to attack his own country is not a good arms dealer. Therefore, on the third day after the end of the war, some black iron merchants submitted a proposal on arms foreign trade to the Chamber of Commerce book, and after a few days of tandem, almost all well-known arms dealers joined the proposal.

The public opinion is surging, and the normal commercial circulation in the business district really needs to open up new markets again, otherwise the prosperous business system will inevitably suffer a certain decline. This is not only unbearable for the big businessmen, even the Defias Federation Council I can't bear it. You must know that the current low tax rate policy of the federal government is supported by its own business prosperity.

In the end, Myra Dawnblade, the governor of the Black Iron District, agreed to this crazy-sounding proposal, but the arms business is different from other businesses. On the one hand, the Black Iron District finally decided on a set of Strict audit export system.

First of all, takeaway arms orders need to pay profits to the Chamber of Commerce.

Secondly, at the technical level, the munitions sold must maintain a generation gap with the equipment currently in service with the Dark Blade. Generally speaking, the current military weapons are not allowed to be sold.

In the end, only products can be sold, not technology.

The fate of businessmen who dare to violate these terms is miserable. Under the silent gaze of the great lord, those who want to challenge the rules not only risk the destruction of their families, but also the danger of their souls being destroyed. Traders must sign this clause.

And under this arms export policy, there is also the dark blade's ambition to transform the existing commercial civilization of Azeroth. Of course, businessmen who only care about making money cannot realize these deep-seated things.

Aha! I knew, I can't relax for a moment with you idiots!

Escorted by the Stormgard guards, Hesso walked into the living room proudly, staring fiercely at Overspark in front of him, and screamed:

You guys are viciously competing! I want to report you to the Chamber of Commerce! Bastards!

This only shows that your information is too backward, Heisuo! Don't scare me with complaints...I have all your dirty information in my hands.

The white-bearded dwarf was not to be outdone, he slapped the table with one hand, stared at the goblin opposite with his beard blowing, and shouted:

The last time you sent commercial spies to steal the research results of my laboratory, I haven't settled with you yet!

Each each other!

Heisuo gritted his teeth, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes:

What's the name of the dwarf I sent to prison? Smoke? Right, didn't you send the thief who sneaked into my office disguised as a goblin?

There, gentlemen!

Jialin had no intention of watching the two small chickens pecking at each other. He stretched out his hands to signal for both of them to calm down. He coughed lightly:

The two representatives of different forces came here to do business with us, so let's be frank... Let's look at the products first! How about it?

boom

Overspark snapped his fingers, and the human bodyguards behind him put the dwarf's heavy box on the table. This mechanical box is also a black technology. There are at least 7 layers in the stack, and each layer contains a sample of a weapon.

In the shrill voice unique to dwarves, a gleaming pistol was placed in front of King Garin:

Knight bodyguard revolver, using 7MM cone bullets, 6 rounds of standard type, 10 rounds of enhanced type, effective range of 30 meters, maximum range of 120 meters, fool-like operation, as long as you are not an idiot, even the disabled can use it , this thing is the most widely distributed civilian protective weapon in the Federal District, yes, it is the technological crystallization of dwarf engineering.

Um?

King Garin ignored the dwarf's boastful introduction. He picked up the slightly heavy pistol, and under the dwarf's guidance, he loaded a bullet chamber, then aimed at the wall behind him, and fired bullets bang bang bang. Afterwards, the king frowned and put the smoking pistol on the table.

Well, it's really easy to use. For untrained civilians, this is already a very good bodyguard, but the problem is, Mr. Dwarf, I need a real weapon!

Galin accentuated his voice:

A real, deadly weapon! Not this toy, it's no more powerful than the muskets my soldiers use now...

But it is cheaper, my lord.

The dwarf interrupted Galin's rebuttal, and he screamed:

I know the price of the weapons sold to you by the Steamwheedle Consortium. Those black-hearted bastards dare to sell an old-fashioned musket without rifling for 15 gold coins, and the bullets are charged separately. They are simply a group of vampires. Your Majesty, you Do you know how much this finely crafted pistol of mine costs?

Galin didn't answer, but obviously, he was waiting for an answer.

10 gold coins! And each gun comes with 30 rounds of ammunition... Besides, my lord, you have to understand that under the current circumstances, it is not enough to only distribute weapons to soldiers. At that time, soldiers couldn’t protect your people all day, this is our federation’s advanced pioneering experience, and every civilian who is capable of working should have his own protective weapon!”

The dwarf waved his hands and said to the king:

Your people have to learn to protect themselves. The people should spontaneously relieve the country's defense pressure, my lord.

This world is very dangerous, Your Majesty Galin.

Even Heisuo, who disliked the dwarves, chimed in at this time, saying in the tone of a qualified arms dealer:

In the Federal District, according to our statistics, one in 10 people has a self-defense weapon, so the significance of us peace-loving businessmen is that we have to equip the remaining 9 people with enough to protect themselves Weapons... This principle also applies to you and your people, so please allow me to introduce to you, the products of Hesso Technology!

As he spoke, Heisuo signaled the troll behind him to take out his own box, from which he took out a silver shotgun and placed it in front of the king:

The dwarf's pistol can only be used to defend against weak creatures like murlocs, while our wild boar guard musket can blow the head of a gnoll or centaur at a distance of 30 meters! It is easy to assemble , only needs simple training, even a 10-year-old child can learn to use it, and most importantly, it is also very cheap...”

The goblin stretched out 2 fingers and flicked in the air:

It is 2 levels more advanced than the old-fashioned muskets of the Steamwheedle Consortium. It is only 5 gold coins more expensive. If you buy more than 500 at a time, we will give you 100,000 rounds of ammunition! With this thing, centaur? Hehe...they will sooner or later I will be skinned and cramped by you!

Yes, yes, what Hesuo said makes sense.

The dwarf praised uncharacteristically, but then he took out a black firearm that Garin was familiar with and put it on the table:

But centaurs don't stay put and let you shoot their heads off, they run, and they run fast, so at this point, Your Majesty, what your army needs is a more powerful semi-automatic weapon...you need This is it!

The face of the dwarf arms dealer was filled with a holy light, as if he was holding a Bible instead of a weapon that opened people's skulls.

Black Lion shotgun, 15mm caliber, 15 rounds of standard ammunition, one shot can kill a saber-toothed tiger, the most wonderful thing is that it can shoot 3 bullets per second, this is the ultimate secret of the weapon, this is the end of the world Executor, whipper on the battlefield, destroyer of enemies...with it, not to mention the fragile centaur, even the ogre you encountered before, will be easily lifted by you... yes Yes, that's what you really need.

Only then did Galin become interested. He took the black firearm, fiddled with it for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at the dwarf:

I heard that you have a shotgun called Kraken over there?

Uh, this...

The dwarf's expression froze. Of course he knew about the Siren shotgun. In fact, he and Heisuo jointly designed that thing. But the problem is that the weapon allocated to the Death Lord cannot be sold. It is a prohibited item.

And the dwarf's silence gave the goblin room to play, Hesuo laughed and said:

Please don't embarrass the poor dwarf. There is no special assembly line for the Kraken shotgun. Each of them is handmade by a master, but if you have seen the scene when the Kraken fires, then the so-called Black Lion It’s meaningless, but fortunately, I have a substitute for Kraken here!”

boom

Under the signal of Heisuo, the giant monster guard put the heavy gun on his back on the table. This thing is a real heavy weapon, and even made the wooden table shake when it was placed on the table.

This thing is very similar to the steam fire gun carried by the tauren, but its shape inherits the consistent and simple style of the Black Iron District's ammunition. A new product.

And when Heisuo took this thing out, the dwarf's eyes widened, and he winked at the goblin crazily, the meaning is obvious:

You're crazy, Heisuo, you can't sell fully automatic weapons, don't drag me if you want to die!

And Heisuo gave the dwarf a reassuring look:

Don't be stupid, I haven't lived enough, this thing is a downgraded version...

In short, the two guys spit out lotus flowers, a crazy sales promotion and flickering, which made King Jialin feel like two flies rushed into his head, buzzing crazily, which gave him a headache.

And at dusk, the sales of the arms dealers finally came to an end, and the goblins and dwarves spoke dryly. Under their eager gaze, Garin shook his head, stood up, and looked at the table in front of him. Various weapons, the young king discussed with his attendants for a while, and finally made a final decision.

these things...

I want it all! 5,000 of each type of civilian weapons, 20,000 of each type of military weapons, these kinds of bombs... send two ships first, as long-term cooperation partners... two, you start again price

Well, before leaving, the young king who tricked the pirates into putting all the money accumulated in the entire treasury for hundreds of years is so willful. Anyway, in his opinion, this business is stable and profitable. The two arms dealers in front of him took out The weapons of the Steampunk Consortium are obviously more useful than the old-fashioned muskets of the Steamwheedle Consortium, and what the dwarf said is correct. In the long period of pioneering, his people really need to protect themselves.

On the other hand, the king obviously has his own plans... All kinds of weapons are bought first, maybe his own craftsmen can imitate them?

That night, in the guest room provided by New Stromgarde, the leader of the dwarf and the goblin appeared in the same room strangely. These two guys who had disliked each other from the beginning were holding a glass of wine, After clinking glasses, the goblin took the initiative to say:

You have also seen that the problem of the two companies competing at the same time is here. We could have sold it more expensively, so, next, let's share a share of the market. We are all businessmen in the Black Iron District, so there is no need to fight on our own. .”

You will be so kind?

The dwarf looked suspiciously at Hesuo, who was silent for a few minutes, then put a letter on the table:

The trade prince of the Steamwheedle Consortium asked me to meet... Goblin style, the trade war between me and him is about to start, I have to find myself a trusted ally, Kalimdor is theirs In the commercial market, if several financial groups join forces to deal with me, I will not be their opponent.

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Heisuo's eyes:

This is not the Black Iron District. The competition here is often aimed at the merchants themselves. You naive dwarfs have no idea what tricks those trade princes will play, especially in the arms business. If there is a war between arms dealers, That would be endless.

I'll go to the Shining Plains, and leave Thousand Needles and the orcs to you. We're not professional arms dealers anyway, we're just here to make a fortune and leave.

Overspark sipped his drink, and the short dwarf said:

Be busy and be happy, I have one thing to ask you to help me, those gnomes, gnomes mixed with humans, help me bring them out, bring them back to Gnomeregan, human war, don't let the gnomes bleed no more ...

Can!

Heisuo readily agreed, but he made his own request:

Lend me a few of the dwarf's production line. Anyway, you are going to upgrade the assembly line recently, and you can rent the empty ones to me for a month, and I will return them to you in a month.

What do you want that for?

Fool, of course it is to build more bombs... I will completely blow up the unsightly city of Briartooth! Announce to those big merchants who drove me away...I, Blackfuse...I am back I want everything they owed me, one by one, and get them all back!