Azeroth’s Death Track

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"boom"

In the dim morning light, a sudden gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest in the suburbs of the Twilight Federal District. Old Sardin put his shotgun aside. The three fierce Gilnea hounds under his feet did not need to be greeted by the owner. Instantly ran out, screaming all the way to the prey hit by bullets in the distant woods.

In terms of size, it should be a single black wolf. In the past few decades, these beasts living in the twilight forest have absorbed the magic of wandering, and have become fierce and huge. But in the past month, accompanied by The sunlight returned to this haze, and these dark monsters became weaker. After the large number of hunters employed in the Federal District swept through the forest, the remaining beasts could no longer attack the farms and towns in droves.

For the pioneers who relocated their homes to the newly-built Twilight Federation, it has become a fashion in the countryside to bring hunting dogs out for hunting in their spare time.

Hunting, a few years ago, this was the movement of the nobles, and only the nobles could set up a complete set of "equipment", a sophisticated musket, a few horses, and loyal hounds, and a few to protect themselves. Servant.

In that era, it was a long-cherished wish for most civilians to become a nobleman who ate and died, but now, the word nobility has been completely thrown into the historical garbage dump.

"Yo, Mr. Sardin, you're in a good mood."

A slightly rude voice came from behind Old Sardinian. It was a fat man in a hunting suit. He also carried a black shotgun in his hand, but compared to the old and serious old Sardinian, this fat man was wearing and Dressing up, full of upstart momentum, just look at the gemstone ring on his ten fingers and the thick gold chain swinging back and forth in the open hunting suit, you can see this guy's bad taste.

Hearing his voice of hello, old Sardinian had a trace of boredom on his face. He was the largest farmer in the western wilderness area and the chairman of the Farmers’ Union. He was a local decent and decent person and the entire Diffie. The representatives of all the farmers in the Afghan Federation are also local prestigious parliamentarians. Seriously, old Sardinian didn’t want to be in touch with the troublesome guy behind him.

"Yo, Duny, are you out to hunt too?"

Old Sardin took off half of the cigar in the corner of his mouth, exhaled a thick smoke, and then took off the cowboy hat and hung it on the saddle of the horse. Then he turned to look at the fat man with a smiling smile behind him.

This guy is called Duny, a big mine owner from the Red Ridge Mountains, a thorough capitalist, a eccentric and greedy lucky man, he must have heard of old Sardinian from the talkative workers on the Sardinian farm This is where the twilight federal district came to show its courtesy.

Old Sardin was very clear that wealthy merchants like Duny and the old-fashioned farmer were not all the way, so Duny came to offer his diligence, definitely for other things, something that bored Old Sardin.

"Of course, hunting is a good activity, it can make people's minds feel comfortable, and can make people healthy..."

Seeing the three Hounds of Old Sardinian dragging the body of a black giant wolf back, a trace of fine awn flashed in the eyes of the fat big mine owner Doni. He raised his hand while talking to Old Sardinian, slightly Aimed.

"boom"

There was a huge gunshot, and beyond the layers of woods, a twilight bear's head just crawled out of the den with a cloud of blood.

With this precise shooting, old Sardinian couldn't help blinking and looked at the fat man beside him. The farmer really didn't expect that there was this hand under the flattering appearance of this fat man.

"Bring the prey back, it's delicious at noon today."

Duny put his shotgun at his hand. He waved his finger. Unlike the hound that Old Sardin carried, this wealthy big mine owner was followed by two heavily armed undead infantry. Of course, it was "outsourced. "Type", the armor of the undead infantry is printed with the mine emblem of the Doni family, which shows that the two infantry were bought out of employment by Doni for a large price.

Of course, this is also a means used by big businessmen like him to "show off wealth."

"You may not know that the bear paws of the twilight bear infested with magic, after special cooking, can be called delicious on earth."

Duny said something, took two scented cigars out of his pocket, and handed it to Old Sardinian, who put it under his nose and sniffed, then smiled with satisfaction:

"The winter Tibetan tobacco of Kazmodan Deep Mountain Trading Company... Gee, even I haven't seen the high-end goods a few times."

Old Sardin looked at the fat man Doni around him meaningfully. He put his cigar on his mouth, letting Doni hold a diamond lighter to light him, while tasting the mellow tobacco taste, spitting After a few minutes of fog, the old Sardinian said:

"You know, Duny, I'm not a person who likes to go around, so tell me what you mean."

"Uh? Can't I just come out to hunt and meet Mr. Sardin?"

Big mine owner Doni showed a smile called "Han Hou", but anyone who knew Doni would not think that this guy was honest, his actions in the five mines of Red Ridge Mountains were almost Spread all over the Federal District, this guy is an out-and-out vampire, and in all trade related to mining, he has replaced those lazy human workers with undead miners.

And for those positions where the undead miners are not competent, Duny will only specifically hire foreigners who have just been migrated to the Federation, giving them the lowest wages, the worst insurance, and pensions that can be regarded as not at all.

But Donny was a smart ghost, and his actions were in accordance with local laws, so even the colleagues of the Mineral Association could not pick out his black materials.

"I said, I don't like to go around with others."

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Old Sardin's face. After serving as a member of the House of Commons, this old farmer in the western wilderness also had a trace of awe-inspiring body. He looked at Duny and flicked the soot contaminated in his hand, softly. Say:

"For the sake of your amazing shooting skills, just tell me anything, Duny...If you really like hunting, you can apply to join the "Old Gun" Hunter Association, where there are many like-minded you Good friend...and, after an hour, I’m going to a local charity reception, so... you see, we don’t have much time to talk about these polite words."

"Alright alright."

The big businessman Duny grabbed his neatly combed hair on his forehead. He looked around and whispered:

"I heard some news from some of my friends... After the establishment of the Twilight Federal District, the Federal Parliament will start to open up in the Swamp of Sorrows, right?"

"Well, this is not a secret."

Old Sardin nodded, put a cowboy hat on his head, and said softly:

"The Swamp of Sorrows is specially prepared for the upcoming Gilneas Pioneers, and it is the 7th Defia Union to join the Federal District. Why? Is Mr. Donny planning to show his hands in this new Federal District? "

"No, no, you laughed."

Fatty Doni haha ​​patted his belly with a smile, a flash of fine light flashed in his gray eyes:

"The Doni family is an upstart family, and I am well aware of our family and my own "good reputation" in the Federal District, so such political affairs should be left to my grandchildren to think about it, but, my staff Prospecting experts, in the depths of the Grief Marsh, found some mineral veins. There is no land. I had planned to send people to mine, but now, the Federal Parliament will set up a new area there, and the problem is a bit troublesome."

Talking, Duny's voice became lighter:

"I also heard that your son, the young and promising mayor of Sardinia, will be sent to the Sad Marsh area as a business director?"

"Ok?"

Old Sardinian finally knew the purpose of this cunning businessman. He frowned a little. As an old man who came from the old age, he hated this kind of trickery, but just about to refuse, he remembered his son again. After a few minutes of thinking, Old Sardin coughed lightly:

"I don't care much about my son's work. He doesn't like to have some contact with businessmen in private. You know, the lower-level lawmakers are staring at their officials. If they are not careful, they will cause a lot of trouble. ...However, my son will also attend the Charity Reception of the Twilight Federation."

Old Sardin narrowed his eyes. He looked at Donnie, a wealthy businessman in front of him. He whispered:

"If Mr. Doni is also enthusiastic about charity, I mean, if you can also shoulder the obligations and responsibilities to those Gilneas pioneers, maybe, I can introduce you to my son. He recently It has been a headache for this matter. We are different from the people in the old age. We cannot throw the pioneers into a wild land. We must always give them some start-up funds and materials, and then we can also start from the new district. Development benefits."

"I mean, as a new friend of the Sardinian family, we might not be able to have a meal together. After all, bear claws with stewed wolf meat are rare and delicious."

"Oh, of course, of course!"

Mr. Doni, the capitalist, heard some signs from Old Sardinian's words. He immediately smiled, and this guy played with the big golden ring on his finger and said to Old Sardinian:

"Charity, the Federal Parliament is advocating this thing. We businessmen who obey the instructions of the Parliament must naturally participate. This is also a sign that we are more civilized than the old times. I am also enthusiastic about helping those who are poor. I decided to donate Give them... well, agricultural machinery worth 100,000 gold coins...Come on, Mr. Sardin, now, let us discuss the interesting activity of hunting, I think your shotgun is a bit old, It’s better to try my one!"

"This is a hand-made product by the gnome masters in the Black Iron District... Come and appreciate this thing with your excellent knowledge."

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"The people of Storm Kingdom are here!"

On the side of the Thousand Needles Forest by the sea, on the temporarily built pier, King Garin and King Alsace are taking their guards and looking out over the sea. Today, immigrants from the Kingdom of Storms migrate from Kul Tiras To the day of Kalimdor.

The emigrant migration of the empire has been going on for more than a month, but due to the limitation of transportation capacity, even if hired goblins help transport, millions of civilians still need a long time to reach the new continent.

The immigrants from the Kingdoms of Stromgarde and Lordaeron arrived in Kalimdor first. They have built several towns in the Dustwallow Marsh and Thousand Needles. With limited support from the night elves, they are finally It has gone through the most difficult period, but it is also a very difficult thing for young rulers and dazed civilians to regain the civilization of the empire in this wild land.

It is never easy to rebuild civilization in every large world and every race.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The battleship of Kul Tiras, the repaired "Jackdaw" served as the guide ship of this huge immigrant fleet, and the moment its huge hull slowly landed on the shore, the bell representing the safe arrival was using bricks and stones The piled pier sounded, although this more than a month of experience was not happy, but after seeing the compatriots safely arriving, the people around the pier still cheered.

"boom"

The large shipboard was directly erected on the deck. The first group of people who came down were the few nobles and soldiers of the Storm Kingdom. In their surroundings, they replaced the Duke of Eberlock, who managed the country by King Varian Wrynn, Archbishop Chaldean and the Countess Presto set foot on the ground of the New World, where these great people saw their eyes, and the desolate scenery of the entire Thousand Needles Forest came into their eyes.

Behind them, the dazed pioneers came down row by row from the boat. After stepping on this strange land, everyone's first reaction was to look around, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. And doubts, the knowledge and insights in their minds are not enough to help them understand the situation at hand.

And those nobles are not so good. After experiencing the national ruin, even though most of them are people with faces and faces, but they still can’t help it when they see this completely different scenery from their hometown. That touch of daze for the future.

"We have prepared enough food for you to eat for one month, and a part of the farming tools needed to open up the wasteland. The night elves have sent seeds and some druids to help grow."

Arthas stood in front of Duke Albrok and Archbishop Chaldean. He regretted to the two temporary rulers:

"The environment here is not as docile as in Northern Xinjiang, and the following days will not be too smooth...but I believe that the inheritance of the Storm Kingdom will still take root in this land, just like Stromgarde Same as Lordaeron."

"This is good enough."

The Duke Albloc had fallen old, but he could still see the fortitude and courage of his youth. He looked around and nodded to Alsace:

"You have prepared everything for us, which is much better than the worst scenario I imagined."

The Archbishop Chaldean in black robe looked a bit thin. When the young king looked at him, the Archbishop felt the badge on his chest. He said with the humility that a clergyman should have:

"Don't worry, the merciful Holy Light will shelter its people... The people of the Storm Kingdom are strong, we will live on, and we will live better..."

"After going through hell, no one can take hope away from us...May the light protect the empire!"

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