Azeroth’s Death Track

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Overnight time is fleeting.

Before the sun had risen, the sowing of the old Dalson’s farm was over. Although there were several minor accidents during this period, these imitation planters finally completed their tasks before dawn.

These silly **** thick machinery will cut the arable land with a sharp steel plow and spread the seeds in. This technology has passed the test of time in the Defia Federation, and the technicians in the black iron district have done it for several times. This transformation, in short, was the same as when it was harvested last fall, and it took only a negligible amount of time to complete the complicated farming process.

Old Dalson washed his face with cold water and stood on the edge of his big farm, looking at the neatly cultivated land. This old farmer who had planted his land for a lifetime, couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

In the past, whether it was harvesting or farming, his family’s farm needed to temporarily hire a lot of hired farmers from Andorhal City. It took a long time. The salary and food paid to the hired farmers alone were enough to make him hurt for a long time. .

Farmers are at the bottom of society, but they also have their own wisdom in life, which is more cost-effective to use machines or hired farmers, which almost does not need to be compared, and this is when the imitation of machinery in North Xinjiang has just started, if it really looks like Di The Fiat Federal District is so sparsely populated, and the large-scale use of machinery, the price of farming and harvesting will be even lower, and you can even buy machinery yourself.

This is probably the first time in the life of a peasant farmer in northern Xinjiang, such as old Dahlsong, that he has a relationship with such a tall thing as engineering. Old Dahlsong still vaguely remembered that when he was a child, when his father led him to play in Stratholme, He had seen the little, noisy gnomes selling these weird mechanical dolls along the street.

Those mechanical frogs and doll soldiers who can jump for a while as long as they wind up. He once removed one or two toys. The structure inside made him dazzled. When he was young and frivolous, old Dalson had not yet When he was so market-oriented and stingy now, he also had dreams. He used to want to learn from those gnomes and make his own steel toys.

But now, this dream seems to come true...

The old farmer walked over to the planter that had stopped working. He reached out his hand and stroked the cold steel structure. The machine was like a quiet monster, and he was allowed to touch Old Dalson.

"What's wrong? Old man, do you like this big guy?"

The busy foreman stared at the red eyes and walked to the old Dalson. He was smoking, coughing, and asked:

"It's spectacular, great, right?"

"Ok."

The farmer nodded silently. After a while, he looked back at the foreman and at the old guy who grew up together, he asked in a low voice:

"Where are you, I mean, Royal Apothecary Company, recruiting apprentices?"

"What do you mean?"

The foreman blinked his eyes and heard Dalson the old say:

"I want to send my son over. The kid was as fascinated by these machines as when I was a kid, but what did my father say at the time? These things are toys for nobles, luxury things that we civilians should not have contact with, But if you look at it now, I can spend money on hiring machines to help me reclaim the fields. I think these things should have served people."

The old man laughed a few words:

"So, since my son likes to play with these things, it is better to let him learn, even if he can't learn, he can inherit my farm when he returns."

"Then you'd better send him to South Xinjiang. Our machines here are actually "stealing" from South Xinjiang."

The foreman who traveled south and north had seen the world. While washing his face with cold water, he explained to the old Dalson, whose color changed slightly:

"Don’t be afraid, old friend, I don’t mean let Dalson go to the undead, Black Iron Zone, you know? It’s over the burning plain, that city is not managed by the undead, I’ve been there once, there are dwarves and gnomes , That is a "machine city"! It is said that the world's best engineers and mechanics are gathered there."

"Dark Rail Zone does not prohibit the delivery of machinery to North Xinjiang, but the price of those things is too expensive, and the merchants in North Xinjiang are not too afraid to cross the border to go there, so there has not been much business dealings, but I heard , The factory over there is recruiting, and the treatment is very good, you can let Xiaodalsong try."

"That is after all the territory of the undead."

Old Dalson hesitated, and the foreman shrugged:

"Don’t listen to those holy knights and priests, old folks, the undead over there are just fierce to the soldiers who are against them. You probably don’t know, the dead knight of the dark blade is not a killer of unarmed civilians, I I have heard a lot of such things in the bars of the Black Iron District. Under the rule of the undead in the Defias District, it is said that it is fairer than the nobles.

"Okay, don't say this, come on, and start boiling the potion."

A foreman who ate a cold loaf in two or two waved at Old Dalson. After a while, they came to the front of the installed pot of potions. It was a humble stone platform. There was dry wood burning under the pot. Boiling hot water.

Under the command of several pharmacists, the foreman put on a simple mask, and divided it between the old Dalson and his son. The process of making the medicine is simpler than the old Dalson imagined. There is no legend at all. The pharmacology in Zhong is so mysterious. They carried a few large barrels filled with ingredients and stood beside the pot. As the pharmacist instructed, they picked up the shovel and poured some weird materials into the pot from time to time.

After more than an hour, the viscous liquid in the pot has completely merged. Old Dalson turned his head and sneaked a glance at the pot. The water inside turned into a thick dark green, and it also exuded some strange light. From time to time, disgusting bubbles came out from under the pot, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Wait, it will take an hour for these potions to be ready. Increase the fire and let the water dry. Some smoke will be generated, but this is normal...cough cough..."

The pharmacist took off his mask and was coughed twice with the pungent smell. Then he said to the others around him:

"After the crystallization, you can turn off the flame, and then crush the crystallization, and store it in the warehouse."

"Got it, Mr. Pharmacist, you have a rest first."

The foreman nodded and gave away the pharmacist, and then waved to old Dalson. The two old men sat in the house by the field and drank wine. After a while, Dalson waved his horse and waved to his father:

"Dad, I will go to Andorhal and I will be back in the afternoon."

After talking, without waiting for his father to answer, he flung his whip and rushed out of the farm. Looking at this scene, the drunk old Dalson told the foreman around him:

"Look at him, you know to go out and hang out all day long, and dream of being a knight all day, he thought I didn't know what he was going to do... Gee, voila, smoke rises, the taste also changes Well, there is a hint of sweetness."

The foreman turned his head to look, and in the open space behind Dalson Farm, the three pots of pots that had been burned by flames had yellow smoke coming out, and the same smoke rose in other nearby farms. The smoke rose into the sky and did not dissipate immediately, but spread out little by little, as if it had settled in the air, and within 20 minutes, the Dalson Farm and the surrounding trees were enveloped in it.

"Cough..."

Old Dalson took a sip of wine, and then stood up tremblingly. He walked forward a few steps. A trace of blush flashed in his old face, which had been working all year round. He rubbed his heart and whispered:

"I am...some are not...comfortable."

"boom"

The old farmer's figure fell to the ground just after sowing, and behind him, the foreman was already lying on the wine table, and seemed to be sleeping, but the shocking blood stains were flowing down the corner of his mouth.

The pale yellow mist in the sky is getting thicker and thicker. Under the wind of the forest, the mist is still drifting further northwest. It is like a mouth of **** composed of smoke. In this early morning when the sun is born, At the speed visible to the naked eye, all the creatures below are shrouded in this cruel end.

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"Where did these smoke come from?"

In the military camp near Andorhal, the large city of Stratholme, Alsace, who had just finished his morning training, raised his head and could see the yellowish smoke rippling in the sky in the direction of the distant fireplace valley. The sky above Fang Dadi is like a cloud that does not disperse.

This strange sight made Arthas feel a little puzzled.

Arthas Menethil, the prince of Lordaeron, the son of King Terenas Menethil, and also the future prince of Lordaeron, it stands to reason that he should have stayed in the court at his age Learning the art of domination, or gilding in the barracks near the capital, but Alsace was so stubborn that he plunged into the barracks of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Many people know the reason why Prince Alsace joined the army. A few years ago, the Storm Kingdom was captured by the undead. The King of the Storm Kingdom Varian Wrynn lost his wife and son, and he was also seriously injured, and deeply felt After the incompetent King Varian came to Northern Xinjiang, he chose to leave alone.

This incident stimulated Alsace, who was still underage at the time. He grew up with Varian from an early age. In his heart, he regarded Varian as the closest brother, and Varian’s experience made Alsa Si felt the same. On the day that King Varian disappeared, he secretly vowed to personally avenge his brother and nephew.

This kind of belief drives the prince's training very **** weekdays, just like there is a fire burning in his heart, pushing him to continue to move forward. This desperate momentum makes the young prince stand out among the recruits. Coupled with the private request of King Terenas, two years ago, the prestigious Knight of the Silver Hand, Uther the Lightbringer became his mentor.

His prince's talent is also very good. In a few months, Arthas could become a real high-level paladin through the training of the high-level knight of the Silver Hand, but at this time, there was another sudden Event.

The king of dark blades Tyrion. The blade of dawn hijacked the queen of Kul Tiras, Jaina Proudmoore, who was also the lover of Prince Alsace, and on that night, His Royal Highness paid everything and wanted To save his lover, but was easily defeated in front of Tyrion's eyes, just like an overwhelming bug.

He almost lost his life, and what scared him most was that he almost saw his lover fall in front of his eyes, the incompetent anger, the pain, the crisis that made Alsa After the disaster of that day, Si became more persistent, more stubborn, and more crazy to sharpen his martial arts. It is said that he also plans to go to the ocean, go to the north wind tundra, and learn the Holy Light from the draenei garrisons who live in abbreviation. Combat skills.

All the past experiences have shaped the prince. It is like being thrown into the forge and constantly beating and shaping steel. While becoming tougher, it also makes him more dangerous. He knows that he always One day he was going to face Tyrion, and by that day, he did not want to fail again.

"Farrick!"

The resting prince noticed the smoke floating in the northern sky. He shouted the name of his attendant. After a while, a tall guard walked to the prince, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, what is needed?"

"Those smokes! What's going on with those weird smokes?"

The young prince asked, frowning, and the royal guard Farek also looked up. He stepped aside, and after asking a few local knights, he quickly returned to Alsace and said to the prince:

"That's the smoke produced by Crown Pharmacist's company in brewing this year's fertilizer. It is said to be normal."

"Fertilizer agent?"

Arthas shook his head. He also heard about the series of agricultural measures promoted by His Majesty the Emperor, but he did not have any good feelings about the undead in southern Xinjiang.

"It's the ghost stuff made by the undead again."

The young prince shook his head, sipped a glass of cold water, and was ready to return to the barracks to start the afternoon training, but at this time, on the grass outside the barracks, a wail of horses made the prince turn around and he saw several The knight ran outside the camp. After a while, they carried a trembling young man back to the camp.

"Who is he? Do you know him?"

The prince walked to the knights who were rescued. Facing his question, a knight answered:

"His Royal Highness, this kid has come to see us every day for training in recent days. He seems to want to join the Knights, but he... is too thin, it is said that he lives on the farm on the north side and is a local native."

"Then what happened to him?"

Arthas looked down at the young man and found that the thin young man had a sallow face and cold sweat on his forehead, which seemed to be sick.

"I don't know, but it seems to be poisoned."

The paladin, who specializes in healing, wrapped his hands around the light, trying to help the painful young man get rid of toxins. After ten seconds, the young man opened his eyes violently, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with disgusting foam, but He grabbed the rescued Paladin's wrist, and said hardly:

"Poison! That smoke... Potion... Poison, save... Save my father..."

"Ok?"

When Arthas heard the intermittent words, he raised his head almost immediately and looked at the thicker fog in the northern sky. At the next moment, he squatted down and took Dalson's hand. He shouted loudly:

"Child, tell me... where are you from?"

"Cough...Prince Arthas...I know you...save my father...at...at Dalson Farm...the smoke is poisonous!"

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