Azeroth’s Death Track

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In an instant, the Arathi Highlands have been quiet for almost a month, and there are no more wars in the south. The tension within the human empire has also eased. The spring cultivation is about to begin. No one hopes that at this time, Then some other bad things broke out.

And in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, the biggest news should be the plant disaster that Quel'Thalas suddenly broke out. Various rumours spread in the city, and in recent days, many high elves' movements into human cities have also allowed The news became real.

The escape of the high elves is not embarrassing. In fact, although the war of Quel'Thalas suffered heavy losses, for the entire high elf race, this time the loss is still within the tolerable range, although the last sun king The mysterious disappearance casts an unclear shadow on the people's hearts, but the coronation of the new Sun King and his resolute style of work also calmed the elves' anxiety.

In just one week, Quel'Thalas' immigration work has begun in an orderly manner. The first immigrants from the high elves were mostly merchants and mages who had contact with humans, and relied on the Kingdom of Lordaeron. A batch of gifts, the high elves who are still stranded in the Quel'Thalas and Stratholme mountains, can still persist for a while.

To be honest, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown to start a new life, especially for those elves who have lived in Quel'Thalas all their lives, leaving the ancestral land is a very difficult choice.

In short, this process takes a long time, and the Sun King Kael'thas does not seem to be in a hurry to migrate all his people to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang. Judging from the recent frequent movement of the high elf's Yangfan fleet, this The "young" Sun King seems to have his own plan.

For the high elves who actively entered the human city, the people of Lordaeron also gave a welcome gesture, regardless of whether there is a contradiction between the upper levels, in the magical world of Azeroth, most civilians still retain With a simple style and character, last year, they selflessly accepted some immigrants from Kul Tiras, and now they can naturally accept these suffering elves again.

How to say, the hearts of the people are fleshy. When disaster strikes, it is a choice that most people will make to help the refugees without threatening their survival.

The Lord of Stratholme City, the hereditary baron Mr. Rivendell, also welcomed these elves into his city. He attentively made some city residences for the high elves to live in, but some elves chose to go Stratholme's agricultural areas, those large farms in the northwest of Stratholme, always appear quieter.

However, the news of the elves' arrival became unattended in just a few days, because the annual spring cultivation was about to begin.

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For the current system of the human empire, agricultural farming is very important. It is directly related to the supply of troops and the stability of the country. A kingdom that can’t even eat enough has no deterrent effect. For this For people of the age, cultivated land is also an extremely important property.

After the human emperor Losa twisted human society into a rope with an ancient contract, the emperor's emphasis on agriculture directly led to more cultivated land being reclaimed, especially in the war-torn Hillsbre De Hills, those immigrants who have been relocated to the Kingdom of Stormwind and Kul Tiras, the districts of Lordaeron Sentom and Gilneas, known as the “granary”, also have their agricultural officers directly stationed , To take charge of agricultural affairs.

Emperor Lothar even repeatedly invited the druids who walked in Gilneas to guide agricultural production for their imperial farmers, and the agents who were sent to southern Xinjiang also continuously sent the Confederation of Defias in southern Xinjiang. The means of production were sent back to Northland.

After learning that Defia Federation had begun to use mechanical harvesting and planting crops, many nobles of Emperor Lothar saw the power of mechanical creation, so he ordered the dwarf craftsmen who were exiled to the empire to begin to imitate the empire. The same machinery.

Driven by this large environment, many humans have also seen business opportunities from it, and some bold businessmen have used many means to get some special "products" from the Defias region and start their own new businesses.

For example, the famous "Crown Pharmacist Company" in Stratholme is the pioneer of this kind of business.

This firm specializing in agricultural commodities took root in Stratholme as early as a decade ago, but at that time, it was just a small shop that would close at any time. Until 6 months ago, this firm changed A boss, a middle-aged nobleman, at his request, the mechanic of Crown Pharmacist Company, under the guidance of simple drawings bought from the Black Iron District, began to try to make a crude harvester.

As a result, when this batch of goods was produced, it happened to catch up with last year's harvest. As a result, Crown Pharmacist's mechanical products became popular. Those craftsmen almost took over the harvesting work of one-fifth of the entire farm in Stratholme. In this year's spring farming, Crown Pharmacist also launched its own "seeder".

Although the shape of the machine is almost exactly the same as the seeder that has been used for 2 years in the Defia Federal District, it does not prevent Crown Pharmacist Company from calling it a "own product". With the support of Baron Wendell, during this week, the workers of the Crown Pharmacist Company were distributed throughout the farms in the Stratholme and Tirisfal regions, ready to start spring cultivation.

"What is this cauldron for?"

At Dalson Farm in northwest Stratholme, Mr. Dalson, a farmer wearing a loose old robe, was curiously looking at the large planter slowly driving into his farm.

This silly **** machine is printed with the crown pharmacist company logo. Several old mechanics are holding wrenches, and under the command of the gnomish technician, make the final adjustments to the planter, while Mr. Dalson is leaning on himself. The shovel, while sharing a bag of cigarettes with the foreman of the Crown Pharmacist Company, curiously pointed to the big pot dragged behind the machine and asked:

"There wasn't such a big pot on the harvester last year. Gee, if you use this thing to cook rice, you can cook dozens of people in one pot."

"That stuff? I don't know what it does."

This foreman was also a native of Stratholme. He took the inferior cigarettes passed by Old Dalson and lit it with a lighter. After taking a deep breath, he said to Old Dalson:

"But I heard from the company's senior pharmacist that the gadget is used to boil some pharmacy. I heard that it is also a method learned from South Xinjiang. Speaking of it, the dead spirits in South Xinjiang can really toss, those dead people Actually know how to farm."

The foreman is just like talking about homely, and the nagging explained:

"It is said that in southern Xinjiang, those farmers who are ruled by the undead will release some medicine to the farmland at a certain time after sowing. What is it called? Fertilizer, yes, chemical fertilizer... is the word, It’s like supplementing the seeds with nutrients. Do you understand? Let the fields produce more food. I heard that the farm on the south produces at least one third more food than the farm on the north. It’s like a witch. The magic is the same."

"Not just compost."

Old Dalson slobbered disdainfully. He looked at the big pot at the rear of the planter with suspicion, and then lowered his voice: "You show me the bottom, those medicines, fertilizers, what is expensive?"

"Uh, it is said that the chemical fertilizers after spring cultivation were given away in vain, mainly to create a sign for our company."

The foreman scratched his head and said:

"Of course, because of the many elves living in Stratholme City, occupying our original warehouse, the boss asked that you must boil the pharmaceutical in the open air on your farm, if you agree to install the cauldron on your On the farm, in summer, we can still send you another free to spend the medicine, but in the future, we will collect money."

"What? Occupy my land and still charge me money?"

Old Dalson was not happy. The sly old farmer rolled his eyes. Finally, he gestured five fingers:

"You have to give it to me for free for at least 5 years, otherwise you will pull the pot away! I have paid a lot of money using your planter!"

"5 years? What are you kidding!"

The foreman threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stomped **** it. He said to old Dalson:

"Do you think my boss is doing good? That old guy is stingy. I'm going to talk to you about this business, so I don't have to do my work, but... over the fireplace valley, you know? The Knight of Fording hates these machines very much, even the farms in his territory are reluctant to put pot pots, so if you can let us install a few pot pots in your field, maybe this matter can be discussed.. ."

"Well, yes, then put a few more!"

A hint of cunning flashed in Old Dalson's eyes:

"But you have to promise me that after the fertilizer fertilizer is done, leave me more."

"No problem, install it now. Sowing tonight, planting fertilizer fertilizers tomorrow morning. You will also bring your son to help. Our company will pay for it."

"Okay, just say that."

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"The plague...cough cough, I mean, the cauldron of potions has been arranged!"

In the Stratholme City business district, the headquarters of the Crown Pharmacist Company, the company’s boss, a middle-aged aristocrat wearing a black trench coat and gray hair with meticulous hair, sat comfortably on his chair and his feet were very illogical. Leaning on the table, he said to the illusions in front of him:

"A total of 87 pot pots were scattered throughout the Stratholme area and the farms in the southeast of Tirisfal. The wind has been very strong these days. Once the pot pot starts to boil, it will take only a few hours to completely cover it. The sky near Andorhal takes 1 day to transform. That is to say, at this time the day after tomorrow, everyone, our army will be formed."

"Good job, Banazzar, you are really suitable for mingling between humans."

In the hall in front of the middle-aged aristocracy, the figure of the fear demon Varimathras was suspended in midair, and it said with appreciation:

"Your 6 months of incubation have not been in vain, and you will be rewarded for this."

"It's natural, it's very pleasant to deceive these humans, but I want to pay attention to the side of the cauldron. On the side of Rivendell, there will be another person in the past. The grains harvested last year, especially the added I have already prepared the part of the material in the warehouse, and I can distribute it to everyone in this city at any time, including the elder refugees who are waiting to feed, hehe hehe, I can’t help but want to see them panic, etc. It's dead."

Banazar laughed smugly, and at the end of the eye contact of several dreadlords, Marganis, the dreadlord who was good at seducing people, finally took the initiative to stand up.

"Rivendale, give it to me. His son is seriously ill and has an incentive to penetrate. Banazal’s early work is also very good. I’ll take care of it... seriously, I’ve already It’s been a long time since I’ve done such a thing. It’s a pleasure to work under Casanathir. There is no more stupid shackles. We do what we want, we do what we want, we do what we want, we do it!”

"You can arrange anything, but I want to remind you."

The illusion of Varimathas said in a deep voice:

"Be careful in recent activities. There is a Paladin of the Silver Hand near Andorhal, and the wizards of the high elves who have migrated are very good at detecting illusions, especially you, Banazzar. The Sun King is staring at you and his strength to each other. It is difficult to escape. After finishing things here, remember to go to Lordaeron and join us."

"Our mission is coming to an end, it would be a pity if we fell in the darkness before dawn..."

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