Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Wow, wow"

Heavy raindrops slapped wildly between the trees in the dust and mud swamps. In the sudden rainstorm, every leaf of the damp and hot land covered with mud was shaking. Obviously, such weather could not work. Therefore, the human immigrants who built the city southeast of the Dustwallow Marsh can finally take a leisurely break.

Uh, although in this very rare weather of the former human empire, most people had difficulty falling asleep.

But leisure time is always precious, especially for a group of immigrants from afar, the daily and complicated work has long exhausted everyone, not to mention the poor logistics supply here, except Apart from a group of people who were originally fishermen, the fact that they eat fish for three meals a day really makes people uninterested in this boring life.

But in general, the life of the first imperial people who arrived in Kalimdor was okay, at least much better than the situation of the orcs who came here a few years ago.

At least they brought enough supplies. In the bay outside the station, there were still several ships for rest. Immigrants did not need to build everything from scratch with bare hands. The only complaint of the hard-working empires was that Dust mud swamp bad weather.

This is not to blame the pride of the imperial people, you must know that even the group of rough orcs, when they migrated to Kalimdor, did not choose to build their new home in the Dustwallow Marsh, because even the beast People can't stand the bad weather that is changing day after day in this terrible place, so they would rather build a city in Durotar, a more desolate red land.

At least there won't be a direct flood that will wipe out everything because of multiple days of rain. Durotar doesn't have those bitter bitter insects that inhabit trees and only need to bite.

Yes, this is a dusty marsh, a rich place, a bad environment, and the overall ecology is wild and primitive to be unbearable, but it is also a weird place mixed with a lot of arable land. It is also the northernmost end of the Xinjiang region of the human empire ...The first new land that the Empire of their homeland set foot on.

Speaking of them, the night elves are also very generous. The area of ​​the three Xinjiang regions that they "lease" to the human empire is almost comparable to that of Northern Xinjiang. The problem is that these three places are all wilderness areas. Just like Durotar and the Barrens, where the orcs live, they belong to the same kind of night elves that sit in the entire Kalimdor and do not want to look at them.

However, there are many barbarians in the three areas that bother the night elves, so the generous leasing of these three areas to the human empire fully demonstrates the elder sisters of the night elves who are hiding in Mount Hyjal They are clever... These guys who have been in hiding for 10,000 years are not so easy to fool.

"Damn rain! Damn swamp! Damn crocodile...damn everything!"

Galin Talbane walked into his room scoldingly. The young king grabbed his hat and twisted it on the basin next to it. A cold rain ran down from the gorgeous hat And the muddy water footprints spreading behind him fully proved the current embarrassed posture of the king.

It’s been a month since I arrived at Dustwallow Marsh. In this one month, this ghost place turned King Garin from Vergarya into a rude and nervous ruler. Ever since he was a child, the king who grew up in the Arathi Highlands with the mildest climate has been in such poor mountains and evil waters, not to mention that he will rule here in the future.

When he thinks of this bad future, Garin has a feeling of madness, and the saddest thing is... he cannot refuse this future, he has no power to refuse.

"Your Majesty, a letter just sent from Kul Tiras, this is a personal letter from the protagonist of Chaldeans and the Countess of Presto, the storm fleet of immigrant ships will reach the coast of Thousand Needles in 10 days, the storm The Kingdom official requested us to support some supplies."

Galin had just taken a shower and changed clothes with the help of his maid. Before he had time to rest, his bodyguard walked into the room and placed a thick stack of letters on the table in front of the king.

"Furan"

Garin ignited his pipe indifferently. In the ghost place of Dustwallow Marsh, he would not be too much to be a king. Tobacco is one of the cheapest and most cost-effective...unless he Don't mind welcoming your first illegitimate child in this ghost place.

Between the smoke, accompanied by the heavy rain outside the window, Galin leaned back in his chair, flipping through the letters, most of which were official letters from several other countries, and some discussions about the imperial system. In Galin's view, when imperial immigrants had not completely controlled the territory of Xinjiang, they began to discuss these, which was purely a pain for scholars.

But as a ruler, he couldn’t order to ban these discussions... In the bad days that had just gone through the ruin of his country, he needed to find something for his people, so that they wouldn’t make other things after they were idle. Storm.

Between these wasteful discussions of time and energy, there are also a couple of autographs from other kings, all of which need to be taken seriously.

Although King Galin did not intend to fight for the second emperor of the human empire, the sensitivity and vigilance of the nobles to power made him have to seriously consider these troubles, and in the present situation, the fastest The speed of selecting the second emperor is undoubtedly a thing that can reassure the people of the empire.

Between the mess left by the war in northern Xinjiang, in today's circumstances, any measures that will allow the people to settle down are necessary.

"Huh? The immigrant town of Lordaeron was attacked by a centaur in the Thousand Needles? A dozen people have died... this is the first time this month?"

King Galin looked at the scout report in front of him, and he immediately frowned.

As mentioned earlier, in the Xinjiang region of the empire, there are many barbarians native to Kalimdor. The centaur is the most savage and the hardest to deal with. It is said that the orcs have encountered when they first arrived in Kalimdor. The looting of the Centaur Horde in the Barrens, but the war-mongers of the orcs, which even surpassed their fighting power, even with the extremely lack of materials, still used the fist and the weapon made of wood to easily drive the group of Centaurs out of their own home.

It is said that they also rescued a group of Taurens who were besieged by the Centaurs and almost annihilated. However, the orcs were trapped by the lack of supplies, and they could not kill the nearby Centaurs. The Centaurs expelled by the orcs went all the way south and joined In the Centaur tribe in the Thousand Needles, and now, the immigrants of Lordaeron began to build towns in the Thousand Needles and the Shining Plain, which directly triggered the attack of the barbarians.

This is not the bad luck of the Lordaeron. This is a problem left over by history... The Centaur tribe entrenched in the Thousand Needles, that is enough to make the night elves feel a headache, and it is not only Lordaeron. The Lun people, even the Arathi people who are pioneering the dust and mud swamps, are also threatened by the centaur.

And because of the lack of personnel on hand, facing the threat of barbarians, the human country currently does not have the ability to strike the barbarians out of the country...Most of the emigrants of the empire are still stranded in Kul Tiras.

"My loyal Grey Jop, wrote a letter for me to the protagonist and countess of Chaldeans. Stromgard is willing to do everything to help our compatriots. After immigrants from the Kingdom of Storms reach the Thousand Needles, we will take As soon as possible, send a batch of supplies, and then contact those goblins, hire another fleet, and send the rest of the people of the Kingdom of Stromgarde to Dustwallow Marsh...whether it is We all need manpower to build a fortress or a farm."

While smoking a pipe, Galin said to his chief of staff:

"Also, the encounter of the Lordaeron is worthy of our vigilance. Send another team of knights to the border of the Dustwallow Marsh and bring those powerful steam rifles. Once you find that the Centaur in the Barrens has attempted to cross the border, don’t hesitate. , Give them a hard time!"

The loyal Grey Jop, this royal agent who has served the royal family of Stromgarde for more than ten years, while recording the king's order, said to his majesty:

"The goblins of Jingtooth City arrived at the port this morning, and they brought another batch of weapons, but IMHO, Your Majesty, after seeing the engineering weapons used by the Dark Blade Undead, those muskets... Some are too far behind."

"So obviously, the cunning goblins are blackmailing us."

The young king opened his mouth and cursed a series of rude words that he had never been able to say before. Among them, he used very vivid words to describe the young king's desire to have a super-friendship with the female relatives of the goblin merchants. However, after calming down, the king sat back in his chair with some decadence.

"Fur..."

He smoked another pipe and shook his head:

"But what is the solution? The empire does not have a self-sufficient engineering system. In this respect, the Dark Blade is simply slinging us unilaterally, and the Dark Blade undead is beating us with artillery. The new era of war has arrived , Knives and swords will soon be eliminated, buy it, but give me a fierce bargain, Grey Jop, and then tell the goblins to send the garbage over next time, we will hang them on the port to whip. "

"Oh, are the pirates still safe under the heavy punch?"

Galin asked again, and Grey Jop gave a playful smile. He lowered his voice:

"Prince Tenred is "drilling" them, there are 10 Kul Tiras battleships, and those stinking pirates can't turn the sky. The tauren punches back the gold we gave him. Hearing what he meant, he seemed to intend to join us... to become the official navy of the Kingdom of Stromgarde."

"Press for another time."

The young king closed his eyes and leaned on the chair. He watched the weakening rain outside the window, then put the pipe to his mouth and said softly:

"They have to prove their loyalty on the battlefield...sacrifice, only after the sacrifice, can the two sides trust each other, alas, the empire that has escaped from death, is a waste of life, and I don’t know if those undead will give us back. Strong time...hopefully, hopefully fate will be on our side this time."

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Kalimdor is a land ruled by night elves, but the night elves did not pay much attention to the wild land on the border. They only occupied the most fertile land of Kalimdor, and left those Wild races have taken root in other areas.

The centaur is just one of many barbarians in Kalimdor. There is another group of powerful barbarians growing among the large swamps in the deepest part of the Dustwallow Marsh.

Ogre...

These tall, strong, stupid, and violent creatures are not native to Azeroth. When the orcs first invaded Azeroth more than a decade ago, they also brought ogres that were native to the world of Draenor. In this world, but the orcs just used ogres as war weapons. After the defeat in the later period, the huge number of ogres completely got rid of the orc’s control.

These savage creatures are invincible in adapting to the environment, and their reproduction speed is as powerful as the mouse...just a short period of time, in today's Azeroth, almost every piece of land has Traces of the existence of ogres.

Even in the land of Kalimdor, there are many, many ogre tribes. In the wilderness of Feralas, those crazy breeding ogre even occupy a large piece of land, even the ancient upper elf city Heresaras, all of them are occupied by the ogres. At this moment, the high elves led by Kael'thas are struggling to expel the ogres from the ancient city. Of course, this story, we can talk about it later.

In short, while the Arathi struggled to establish their new territory in the wild, the ogre tribe deep in the land also cast their eyes on the weak humans.

What's more terrible is that this time, they have as brutal as they...reinforcement.

"Warriors of Stonemaul don't need help! We can easily hammer those weak people! Eat them!"

In the fern wall village in the deepest part of Dustwallow Marsh, the powerful and savage Ogre leader Tagos sitting in his dry and comfortable stone cave, with a dirty tiger skin on his bone "throne", He was still wearing ugly and rough armor made by ogres, and beside him was a black armored hammer with a height of one person.

Tagos arrogantly looked at the messenger of the tall Centaur tribe in front of him. His left head chewed a piece of raw blood, and the right head said disdainfully:

"But if the centaur wants to share some loot, you have to make a contribution...you go to attract human attention, and the warriors of Stonemaul come to break through that small town! Go back and tell your leader, Dustwallow Marsh. .. is the hunting ground of stone mallets! Only you are allowed to enter this time!"

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