Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The demons that landed in the wilderness of the west have been defeated. The remaining demons are fleeing to other areas, but they are not weathered. There are garrison regiments in various regions waiting for the formation. Soon, this land will calm down."

While the threat of demons enveloped the entire world, Stormwind City in Southern Xinjiang remained calm, as if external affairs could not affect the core area ruled by the Dark Legion.

Tyrion leaning on the recliner is drowsy. The influence of the realm of death on his soul and will is greater than he imagined. He needs a period of cultivation to restore himself, and beside him, Defias The Speaker of the Federal District, an old acquaintance of Tyrion, who now has signs of baldness, is sitting in a chair drinking hot tea.

Judging from his haste, he seemed to have just returned from other places.

"The emotions of the people in the western wilderness are relatively stable. They saw the scene of the Dark Edge Legion fighting the demon. From their tone and expression, they feel a deeper sense of belonging to the Federal District."

A trace of satisfaction flashed on the face of the well-respected speaker. He said softly

“The Farmers’ Union strongly urges the Parliament to increase the number of Dark Edge soldiers in the western wilderness. It seems that our people are indeed terrified.

"But this is not enough, Van Cliff, my old friend."

Tyrion rubbed his forehead and tried to attenuate the reverberation in his mind. He said:

"Just a temporary crisis is not enough to make our people realize how happy their lives are. The war in North Xinjiang will soon enter a confrontation period. I have an idea that, under the guarantee of safety, can make our Parliamentarians, as well as representatives of some people, went to North Xinjiang to take a look."

The King of Dark Blade’s voice was low and calm, not as fervent as the hero who had just saved the world. After he handed the big devil who tried to invade the world, he did not have much rest and entered the daily routine again. At work.

"Official propaganda will always be interpreted as concealing the truth. People's curiosity about "truth" cannot be suppressed. They are eager to see the truth under those worlds. But unfortunately, people only believe in their own eyes, although Many times, their eyes can’t see the true truth... but that’s okay, let our people go out of our sanctuary to see the cruel world outside..."

"Well, it makes sense."

Having grown into a qualified politician, Speaker Van Cliff rubbed his beard on his chin. He thoughtfully said:

"A consolation group, or several, can send out the parliamentarians and representatives who have strong vigilance against the Federation to see the current status of the compatriots in northern Xinjiang attacked by demons. After all, they are our compatriots, living When the environment is compared with each other, our people will naturally make a choice..."

"Yes, you are all human beings, the same blood flows in the blood vessels, and should not be forcibly split into two camps by different civilization systems. If we advertise that the rule of the Federation is more civilized than the Empire, then we should show ourselves The civilization side..."

Tyrion picked up a cigarette. He didn’t touch these things before, and it’s hard for the undead to have the pleasure of smoking, but not long ago, his good friend Zhan Gil in Stranglethorn sent some "plus "Cigarettes" cigarettes, these little things, quickly became the most popular items in the Dark Blade Legion.

The King of Dark Blades ignited his cigarette on a candlestick, and took a deep breath. He was not an old lance, so when the spicy gas entered the body, he had a strange feeling of being choked. , But with the burning of cigarettes, that strange aroma made his drowsy brain awake.

"Furan"

Tyraine exhales a pale smoke, and the undead do not need to breathe, so the way they smoke is different from that of human beings. They will not be immersed in the addictive nature of tobacco. On the contrary, they enjoy only the content contained in the cigarette The kind of spicy and calming soul.

"In Gilneas, under the protection of your dumb masked werewolves, there are nearly 100,000 civilians who have been displaced by the ravages of natural disasters. When the fighting in Northern Xinjiang is calmer, they will be sent back to Southern Xinjiang. It is hoped that the Federation will absorb these populations as quickly as possible, because after them, after complete peace in northern Xinjiang, the werewolves of Gilneas will also be integrated into the federal system."

Tyrion looked at Speaker Van Cliff. He said:

"I know that our people have realized the feeling of freedom, but I don’t want them to have discrimination between races. I can guarantee that those werewolves can control their inner irritability, and they will also become an important demographic part of the Federal District in the future. Speaking of which, are those plans on the South China Sea going well?"

"It's still going well. Those pirates have sent back thousands of people one after another. We didn't put the predatory guys in the western wilderness or the gold town. We sent them to Redridge Mountain, which is the Federal District. The most sturdy place of folk customs, where the mountain people will not be polite to these stinking pirates. Under their "education", it may only take a few years, and those looted seamen will become people who keep their own lives. ."

The speaker also ignited a human tobacco, and the two people were talking about their imaginary future of the federation.

"I am now more worried about demons. You said that later demons will no longer have large-scale invasions, but small-scale infiltrations will spread throughout the world, which means that the Federal District will also be affected."

The speaker flicked the soot and proposed an immature idea of ​​his own:

"Maybe, we can relax the restrictions on civilian possession of weapons and let the people protect themselves."

"Well...this idea is very risky, Mr. Speaker."

Tyrion shook his head:

"An untrained adult, even with the most advanced continuous fire machine gun in the Black Iron Zone, is difficult to confront a brutal demon guard directly. You have also been on the battlefield. Edwin, many times, decides the outcome. It’s not the pros and cons of weapons, but the mind and will of the warriors. In this respect, civilians are extremely disadvantaged compared to demons."

"I also cannot hand over highly lethal military weapons to those of us who are not yet ready, so the restrictions on civilian possession of weapons should not change at least within the next five years, medium caliber shotguns, and The downgraded muskets are the bottom line for civilians holding weapons. The gnome master craftsmen in the Black Iron Zone are currently developing some civilian pistols that are sufficient for self-defense. I believe that these are enough to meet the people's needs for self-security."

"If they meet low-level demons while they are working, then a few shotguns are enough to tell the truth. The low-level demons are not as terrible as you think. Furthermore, the interior of the Federation is not calm, in this sensitive period. It’s too risky to let go of weapon restrictions, the undead are not afraid of firearms, but you are different."

The King of Dark Blade put his cigarette in front of his eyes and looked at it. Between the light and the flame, he said:

"But what you said also makes sense. The uneasiness of the people will eventually become the seeds of chaos, and then abused by some unwilling and lonely guys. Since the people have needs, then we should satisfy them...so, in the recent past I will inform the garrison corps around the country to open up a special supply system in wartime."

"If the people feel that they are insecure, hold identity certificates and certificates issued by the town, and pay a certain amount of money, they can rent undead infantry at the dark edge military supply offices everywhere. A family can hold up to 20 undead infantry as guards. The duration is 1 month, and can be renewed when it expires... 20 undead infantry, after forming a battle line, can resist at least twice the attacks of low-level demons or single-digit high-level demons, and win for the people Time to evacuate or wait for support."

"What if some people want to keep these infantry forever?"

Speaker Edman Van Cliff made a small joke. He smoked, coughed twice, and said with a smile:

"I don't think that after seeing the loyalty and reliability of the undead infantry, the rich will continue to hire less reliable bodyguards."

"Permanently retained?"

There was a smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth. He thought for a moment and nodded:

"Yes, you may not be clear. Mr. Speaker, although the undead infantry is the bottom of the dark blade military system, but they also have their own weak thinking and reason, as long as the people can rely on themselves and reach consensus with the undead infantry, I Don’t mind if they keep the reliable guards forever...Of course, for the sake of federal finances, to keep an undead infantry, you might have to pay a tax that is ridiculous."

"In the final analysis, undead infantry are also a special weapon, and if their consciousness awakens and enters the category of lower-level knights, then they are much more dangerous than weapons such as continuous-fire cannons."

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After sending away the Speaker who was always in a hurry to walk around the Federation, only Tyrion was left in the quiet mansion.

His wife and children are still on vacation in the world of Draenor, and most of his subordinates are sent to the battlefield of the North Xinjiang to fight with the devil. He should have been there, but unexpected circumstances have forced him to rest for a while.

Fortunately, each lord of the Dark Blade Legion has enough wisdom to deal with the crisis, rather than being as passive as the Lord of the Scourge Legion, which can also make Tyrion rest in peace.

He didn't wear guards, and put on a black casual dress. In the afternoon dusk, he walked slowly on the renovated church square in Stormwind City. Under the rule of the dark blade, there is no official worship of gods. But the faith among the people has not received too many prophets. At the edge of the original church square, a simple chapel was rebuilt. There were only a few priests, the most famous of which was the former Paladin of the Wild West. Sir.

Grian Stallman, the once brave and knightly paladin, dropped his arms, took off his armor, put on the priest's robe, picked up the sacred scriptures, and began to spread on the land ruled by the undead In the belief in the Holy Light, he thought his actions would be hostile to the undead, but he did not. On the contrary, at night, there would even be some weird death knights to sit in the church for a while.

Of course, these knights did not come to convert to the Holy Light, they just came to this church to recall their past lives.

At first, Pastor Stallman could not accept this kind of scene, but now, he is used to it. Today is the day of evangelism. In front of the small church, many civilians are gathered, and Pastor Stallman is in the assistant’s With the help, spread the teachings of the Holy Light to the civilians.

Speaking of it, Pastor Stallman’s assistant is not an ordinary person. His name is Morgan Moradim. He is a Paladin veteran from the town of Night. When the Storm Kingdom fell to the Kingdom a few years ago, he and Chief Stallman "Surrender" together. Now, Pastor Moradim has a perfect family. Their family lives in the old town of Stormwind City. A year ago, Pastor Moradim had a lovely daughter.

He named her...Lola, this once fierce battle of men will no longer be fierce, people can often see that at dusk, the smiling Moradam pastor will take his wife and children in a storm Fishing in the city port and enjoy your own family.

Tyrion mixed in the crowd, and after hearing this complete sermon, he could feel the sincerity of the crowd around him, but he did not feel angry, or immediately pulled the sword and completely destroyed the church in front of him.

Because there is no need...

The Holy Light itself is a neutral force that does not have feelings. It will only be filled with a certain kind of will because of the carrier of power. In other words, maybe one day in the future, the Paladin will also appear in the Legion of the Dark Edge, those who protect the Federation To rule his own hometown, and the warriors who voluntarily stood up to fight followed the Warriors of Light behind Tyrion.

Seriously, he is looking forward to that day.

A moment later, Tyrion came to the secret room below the church square. He made many decisions here, some of which had a profound impact on the world, and the existence of this secret room is also a secret within the Legion .

In front of the King of Blades of Darkness, a special wooden coffin made of carved wood with runes was placed in the darkness. Under the open wooden coffin, there was a dark liquid at the bottom, or it was The strange gas is floating endlessly.

"Are you really going to do this?"

Tyrion’s Wagri Agaza stood next to the wooden coffin with a hint of worry in her tone:

"You have to understand, Tyraine, this method of enhancing soul power is only theoretical... And apocalypse, do you really believe in the promise of the magic blade?"

"Why not?"

Tyrion pulled off his clothes, leaving only the underwear close to him. He looked at the wooden coffin in front of him. At the end of the coffin, the magic blade burning with black fire and experiencing self-promotion uttered a low buzz. At the next moment, Tyrion lay in the wooden coffin with his eyes closed.

"Wow"

Agatha hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she reached out and covered the heavy lid over the wooden coffin. The light in front of Tyrion completely dissipated, and in the darkness, his body slowly sank. Into the sloshing black mist.

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