Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the world of Azeroth, humans are short-lived species.

Compared to the night elves that live forever, the higher elves that can easily live 3,000 years, the dwarves that can live 1500 years, and even the gnomes that can live for hundreds of years, human life is really too short. The person with the longest life recorded is only 200 years old. Compared with those fantasy creatures, humans really have no advantage in this respect.

But short-lived species also have the advantage of being short-lived species. Because the years are short, they are more cherished. Every day and every year forces them not to spend their emptiness, and it is meaningful to live every second. Prompted by the instinctive instinct, human civilization only took 2800 years to establish a large civilization circle on the eastern continent.

From the prosperous to the Arathor Empire who defeated the forest troll with the high elves, to the present seven human states, and then to the reconstructed sacred Arathor Empire, it took 1/3 of the time for humans to complete the night elves. The things that have only been accomplished have allowed my footsteps to spread throughout every corner of the world, and have left a glorious sum in history.

Compared with diligent humans, other longevity species are more or less lazy. Time is too forgiving for them, and they cannot feel the passage of time, which will reduce the efficiency of life and work to an outrageous level. .

But a short life also means that one cannot remember emotions, victory, grace, or hatred, forgetting, and human beings are always good at forgetting.

In the third month after the reign of the Wrynn family was uprooted, the western wilderness seemed to have restored its original order, er, it seemed better than the original order.

The conflict between the Defias Brotherhood and the Kingdom of Storms is as far away as a lifetime. Nowadays, in this wilderness that has been re-divided, the death knights are patrolling with dead infantry on every road. Abide by time, almost every day of their patrols are carried out on time.

The civilians who worked on both sides of the road were also scared from the beginning. When they saw the undead, they were frightened, and now they are blind to it. Some bold young people even hide among the crops on the farm. We pointed and pointed out, of course, some humans who were not anxious to be managed by the undead were scolding those "walking corpses" behind them.

But even the craziest drunkards dare not take provocative actions against those death knights in the light of day. The last guy who did this has not yet been freed from the hard work of the death mine, and the results have been happy for a while. It's too serious, and although civilians sometimes seem blind, they are not fools after all.

"Mr. Sardin, this is a letter from your son."

The patrolling death knight stopped at the entrance of the Sardinian farm with a dreadful old Sardinian on his face. The owner of the farm wiped his dusty hands on the worn clothes, and then reached out from death The knight's cold armor took his son's letter.

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

"Thank you, Knight of Heisenberg."

"Call me Heisenberg."

The death knight responded casually, turned the horse's head, and continued to patrol with the undead infantry. The undead under the commander of Tyrion was not a cold corpse without his own thinking. Even the lower knights appeared to be slow to respond because of the soul's incompleteness. , Or lack of necessary emotions, but basic communication with humans is completely guaranteed.

In fact, in the contacts in recent months, it is not difficult for farmers in the western wilderness to discover that these undeads are not as difficult to deal with as they imagined, and some undeads still retain the habits of being alive, although It still carries the instinct of the living to the dead, but when it is necessary to deal with it, the humans here will not be so resistant.

The old Sardinian, who looked very ordinary, was one of the first civilians who actively contacted the undead.

Of course, old Sardinian was also forced to do so. This honest old farmer had to do this, because his son, the young Sardinian who had participated in the Defias Brotherhood, has now accompanied the Defias Brotherhood. The actual manager of this land was given a formal official position.

Little Sardin is now the clerk of Sentinel Hill, following Mayor Hank to deal with the affairs of this new town. Recently, he has been busy re-differentiating the land of the western wilderness and dividing the originally irregularly arranged farms. As well as cultivated land, the planning is more detailed and more concentrated.

And the prodigal son who used to give Old Sardin a headache has now become more like a person, more or less like an individual, and last week he and the bold Mayor of Hank even took a few to stay here. 'S high-level death knight had dinner at the old Sardinian house, and almost didn't scare the old Sardinian's wife to death.

Of course, it was also the first time Old Sardin knew that the dead could eat and drink...Although according to them, the food eaten and the wine drunk can be completely digested by the energy in the body, but there is no Any taste, it is said that this is done to miss the time of the past living.

"Oh, there is another piece of arable land in the house!"

Old Sardin hurriedly read the letter, and after learning that another piece of land was divided under his name, the old farmer who had a deep affection for the land suddenly became happy.

Speaking of this, old Sardinian is also a beneficiary of this quirky new system, because when the undead attacked Stormwind City, many farmers fled and followed the king to the north, so there were more wilderness in the western wilderness. Good land, now these land are being redistributed to those who need it, and 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 gratifying thing is that the Defia Joint Parliament has issued a notice that no tax is required for the first year, that is, Say, as long as old Sardinian can safely wait until this season's grain harvest, he can easily save a lot of money...

"I heard that the market in Shanjin Town recently sold cattle at a low price...Would you like to buy a few?"

The farmer walked towards the farmhouse while thinking about things. As a result, his old wife ran towards him anxiously:

"problem occurs!"

Mrs. Sardin sweated a lot, she lowered her voice and secretly said to her husband:

"A secret agent was caught in the Alex farm, and I heard that the king of northern Xinjiang was sent to destroy it. Those ghosts said that the agent was preparing to poison the water."

"what!"

When old Sardinian heard this, he was immediately angry.

As a civilian, he could understand the anger of the kings being overthrown, but sending someone to poison the water made the old Sardin unacceptable, because the dead people would not die again even after drinking the poisoned water. The bad behavior will only hurt the local civilians, which undoubtedly pierced his inner fear.

"Damn it! Hang the bad guys!"

Old Sardin scolded resentfully, and Mrs. Sardin also helped:

"Those ghosts are considered a good thing, but I heard that the spy will be thrown into the mine. The ghosts don't kill people, everyone knows."

The "ghost stuff" in Mrs. Sardin's mouth is worth the necromances patrolling the wilderness. This is also the way most civilians in the western wilderness call the necromancer, full of contempt and hostility.

"The veteran federations have rushed past, and they are said to be interrogating the agent on Alex Farm."

There was a flash of interest in Mrs. Sardin's eyes. She complained to old Sardin:

"Anyway, you are the biggest farmer in Sentinling Town anyway. You are also a decent local. Go and change your clothes. Let's take a look."

"Look what that is doing."

Old Sardinian was not interested in this kind of interrogation. He stuffed the letter in his hand to Mrs. Sardinian:

"My son said in the letter that he was very busy these days and he couldn't go home, but there was one more piece of land in his family and he hadn't cultivated yet. I plan to go to Shanjin Town to buy a few cattle back..."

"Why do you buy that?"

Mrs. Sardin shook her head stubbornly: "It's too expensive. We might as well rent 20 undeads and come back. We can cultivate the land in a day, and then hire a few more people. It's much cheaper."

"Rent the undead..."

Old Sardin looked somewhat reluctant. The so-called "renting undead" was a new "business" that arose in the entire Defia Federal District. In the previous war, many dead soldiers could not be recruited to become qualified The warrior, but it is too wasteful to burn it directly, so the big lich with a big hand, these awakened undead become a special "commodity".

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

Although it is impossible to do this kind of technical work, it is definitely more trustworthy than lazy farmers who always have small ideas.

Of course, in order to prevent the discomfort of civilians, these undead have been specially treated, basically appearing in the form of smooth skulls, as long as you can overcome your fears, they will become the most affordable labor.

But to be honest, this business is not popular in the western wilderness, because the human nature here is relatively simple, and it can't accept this kind of thing that drives the dead to work, but I heard that in Donggu and Red Ridge Mountains, those mines that have their own mines Lords, they have begun to buy such undead laborers from the Legion.

For the dangerous mining and excavation operations, these are crushed and don’t hurt, and they will never complain about the danger, even don’t need to give money, don’t provide food and drinking water, absolutely diligent and reliable undead workers, simply It is the most perfect miner in the heart of the mine owners.

Seeing the old Sardinian still hesitating, Mrs Sardinian gritted her teeth and said aloud:

"You take care of your fame, then let me rent it, the big deal is to let them farm at night, not bothered by sight, and!"

Mrs. Sardin crossed her arms, pointed at the nose of old Sardin, and yelled:

"Next week, the Western Wilderness Farmers’ Union is about to choose the chairman. You can honestly put on the best clothes and run for election! You are the best farmer in the Western Wilderness, and you deserve that seat!"

"But I didn't plan to go."

Old Sardin muttered: "Once King Varian returns, we can just..."

"The king can't come back!"

Mrs. Sardin gritted her teeth and said, "What can the king do? He will collect taxes and let our son go to fight for him. His wife is injured, and he will cause innocent people throughout the western wilderness to suffer. He is a good king. , But the people under him are not good aristocrats! Will he build an association for the farmers? He will not! Don’t be stupid, there are no aristocrats now."

The chubby Mrs. Sardin roared and looked at the old Sardin with a frustrated look. She sighed and said seriously:

"I know you don’t care about this, you just want to be a farmer honestly, but you have to think about our son a little bit, he has been too deep into it, and Mr. Sardin and Mr. Van Cliff are completely one mind, he thinks He has a great mission to this land and the people...he can't withdraw. Since the son is going to do a big career, even if we can't help him, can't we keep him behind?"

"Mr. Van Cliff said that in this era, civilians can come forward, no longer judge the nobility of people based on blood and origin. I don’t know if he said it is true or false, but... do we always have to give it a try?"

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 played King Trolls with King Baratheon when he was young. A veteran, his son is loyal to the new system, and he, his body is full of the imprint of the old system.

"Ugh..."

Old Sardin sighed and threw his hands away to throw the most cherished badges out. After a while, he rode on the old stallion, wearing a straw hat, looked back at his prosperous farm, and then raised his whip, toward Driven to Sentry Ridge.

The Dark Blade Army needs to be off work at 7 pm. He must rent a group of undead before then, otherwise, it will be another day to reclaim the newly divided land.

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