Azeroth’s Death Track

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Time flows endlessly. This is the greatest power in the world. No matter whether it is a prince general or a farmer businessman, whether a great civilization rises or a fallen civilization dissipates, nothing can affect the long forward time.

It is like a torrent sweeping through the whole world, nothing can stop its erosion, under the wash of time, all the past existence will become pale, and then a compelling victory, and then a heartbreaking defeat , Will also lose their original meaning.

And in the tempering of time, the immature life will become more sophisticated, and in the declining years of life, you will one day know that only a meaningful one can enrich yourself and make you better. Work that is worth your effort.

"drop"

The sharp whistle sounded in the residential area of ​​Dark Furnace City on time, representing the beginning of the work that rotates every day. Before the second whistle sounded, the awakened people still had 45 minutes to wash and eat breakfast. , The whole day's work will begin.

And the entire dark furnace city seems to be awakened in the whistle that sounds everywhere, just like a huge mechanical creation, between gear collisions, it started to run again.

Some poets in the Federal District liken this whistle to the horn that awakens the steam behemoth, or the first morning light that shines on the earth every day. In short, poets are always so romantic.

"Today's newspaper."

In the dwarf residence at 134 Volcano Avenue in the civilian area of ​​Dark Furnace, the third-level apprentice Orix was awakened by the sound of a siren from his sleep. He yawned and finished washing in the bathroom. Wait until When he put on a black apprentice uniform, a friend who shared with him had taken packed milk and a roll of newspaper from outside the door.

And Orix also took out the beef patties that the two did not finish last night from the mechanical refrigerator in the corner of the room, and put them in a steam box with hot water. After about 3 minutes, they became steaming again. The pie and a sliced ​​fresh apple were served to the dining table.

This is the breakfast for the two of them. It is very simple and not full, but it can satisfy the nutrition that the two young people need to work in the morning.

"I said, John, after leaving get off work today, I will go to Old Figo to pay the gas fee for this month. I may have to work overtime tonight, you go."

Orix chewed the spicy pies while saying to his companion who was reading the newspaper:

"Anyway, you will be on your way from get off work."

"Not today, Aurix, I'll pass by tomorrow morning."

John put the newspaper on the table, the young man with freckles on his face was a little down, and Orix heard that, and looked back subconsciously at the calendar on the wall behind, on the calendar made of hard paper, at Next to today's date, there is a red five-pointed star symbol, which represents today's difference.

Orix hurriedly swallowed the food and apologized to his friend and said:

"Sorry, John, I forgot, your parents today..."

"No, nothing, Orix."

John raised his head and smiled at his companion. He tucked the apple slices into his mouth, but the sadness flashed in his eyes meant that his heart was not calm.

And this episode also made the atmosphere between the two young people a little embarrassed, until after Orix finished eating the pie, he stood up and poured some wine for the two, but he didn’t dare to pour too much and got drunk. Going to work must be discovered by those dwarf supervisors.

John is already a second-class craftsman and belongs to the middle class in the Dark Furnace. The salary deduction does not matter to him, but Orix, who has just come here for half a year, is still an apprentice. His meager salary is used It is already very tight to pay the monthly rent and sporadic expenses.

"Come on, have a drink, and tell me if you are not happy."

Orix placed the wine glass in front of John's eyes, leaning against the back cabinet by himself. Under the bright gas light above his head, the skin of this young man in his 20s looked abnormally pale, he squeezed After drinking the wine, the spicy taste was completely different from the wine in his hometown. Orix looked at his companion and whispered:

"Speak, John, we are from the same place... we have the same experience, you know, in that disaster, I also lost mine..."

"Don't say it, Orix."

John sipped his wine, and the spicy taste stimulated his senses, so that his tears flowed out of his eyes at this moment. Through this spicy stimulation, the sad John hidden in his heart simply did not cover up, he used his left hand Covering his eyes, but the salty tears continued to flow from his fingers.

"do not talk..."

His voice became sobbing:

"Don't let me remember that hell... my home, my loved ones, my farm, god...the Holy Light is on!"

Like venting, John tilted his head and poured the wine in the glass. He looked up and looked at the white painted roof and the blue mechanical fan hanging on the roof. The pain in his heart was suppressed. This moment spewed out:

"I hate that place, Aurix, I hate Stratholme, I hate Lordaeron...I was like usual that day, riding a horse to Andorhal to watch the knights train, the smoke, the poison Smoke, I remember clearly, those plagues... **** plague, I fainted in front of Prince Arthas, and when I was awake, everything was gone and swallowed by that **** place."

"I lost everything, Olix, I have nothing..."

Orix felt the pain of his companion. He sat next to John and patted John on the shoulder. His voice was hoarse. He said:

"Okay, it's all gone, brother, it's all gone. If Uncle Dalson is in heaven, he sees that you have restarted life now, and he will certainly feel relieved."

"My father...he's rude, orthodox countryman, always shouts at me and my mother, and likes to drink."

With tears on John's face, he turned around and tried to make a smile to his companion, he said:

"I still remember that day he talked to me and said that he would send me to the Black Iron District as a mechanical apprentice. He knew that I liked to play with these gadgets. He actually liked it too. I secretly saw him clumsily touch those. The bulky harvester, I know that if he is still alive, maybe in the Black Iron District, he will also choose to become a mechanical worker, just like you and me... but he will never have that opportunity."

"Now I’m here, Orix, I’m in the Black Iron District, and I’m going to be the best craftsman anyway! I want to realize my father’s humble ideals... The bloodline continues, mixing up in the Federal District to comfort my parents and those I have lost."

John touched his eyes with his sleeve, raised his empty cup, and said to the red-eyed Orix:

"Respect my father, respect our new life!"

Orix sniffed his nose, gave John the half of the wine in his glass, and then clinked the glass. Between the sounds of the glasses, the two young men laughed and drank the wine, and then they were as usual , Carrying a bag, going out, separated in two directions.

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John Dalson is a survivor of Dalson Farm from Stratholme. He was one of the survivors of the undead plague launched by the cultists who were cursed by the gods a few years ago. He had been in Stratholme before. After a difficult life, until the Hammerfire Corps recovered the entire Stratholme City, the young man was transferred to southern Xinjiang along with the immigrants.

He resources signed up to recruit apprentices in the Black Iron District. He is a talented young man. In less than a year and a half, he became a second-class craftsman of the Black Iron Mining Company. In the business model of the business district, he has a bright future and future, and there are many more young people like him who are full of energy in the dark iron district.

Most of their backgrounds are relatively humble. In the original society, they could not enter the middle level of society in their lifetime. The humble blood line limited their progress. Even if they joined the army and used their lives for their future, it was difficult to break through the constraints of their own class. However, in the Federal District, their future path has become extremely broad and bright.

No matter what they have experienced in the past, these young generations have now become one of the core supporters of federal rule, and they are full of hatred and hatred for the feudal civilization system in the past.

In the famous saying of the Speaker of the Federal District, Mr. Edwin Van Cliff, it is:

"Only a backward system needs blood and talent to decide what a person can do; and only a backward civilization will treat a rare ability as the overall characteristic of a civilization."

John Dalson's good friend Orix is ​​also a member of these young people, but his background is different from that of John and others.

Orix rarely surnamed his last name... but it was indeed a very famous last name.

His full name is...Aurix Rivendell, the only son of Lord Stratholme and Baron Rivendell. He has suffered from a strange disease since almost a few years ago and almost died Under this disease, his father Baron Rivendell did not hesitate to exchange soul and evil in order to save his son.

The ending of Baron Rivendell is tragic. He became a death knight under the Lich King. After being defeated and purified by Prince Alsace, he was almost cursed by the gods at the end of the Stratholme evacuation operation. The cultists dug up the ashes to carry out the evil resurrection.

At the time, Orix, who was on the verge of death, was also captured by the cultists, but he was lucky to meet the death lord Roglio, and after Roglio had beheaded the dreadlord Malganis, Orix He was rescued, and his strange disease was detected as just the dark magic of the dreadlord.

In short, Orix is ​​carrying a very heavy story. Six months ago, the recovered young man rejected the excellent treatment given by the Defia Federal District Council. He chose to be incognito and came to the Black Iron District to become a As an apprentice, he abandoned Rivendell, a surname with a rich history, and chose the surname of his mother. Now, he is an ordinary citizen of the Federal District.

His name is Orix Berkeley, an extremely talented third-level apprentice. Because of the complete aristocratic education he experienced in the first half of his life, he understood the obscure mechanical principles very quickly, which made him a lot of people. The craftsmen looked at each other differently, and several machinery companies sent out invitations to Orix, but the new young people had their own goals...

He wanted to enter the famous Ovosbach Technology Laboratory, and after having accumulated enough experience, he would open his own laboratory.

He even thought about the name of the laboratory, called "Norbert and Anna Technology Laboratory"...that was the name of his father and mother.

"boom"

At the moment Orix stepped into his current foundry, he collided with a hurrying guy coming across from him. The guy was so powerful that Orix was dizzy, The engineering books in his hand are everywhere.

"sorry Sorry."

But the man was considered polite. While pulling Orix off the ground, he helped Arix to pick up the fallen books on the ground. After saying goodbye to each other, the man turned and left without hesitation. , But he didn't notice that behind him, Orix's eyes narrowed as he watched his back.

Orix has seen this tall, ordinary man...

In Stratholme City, the man once visited his father as the king's messenger. Because the kitten that Orix had died on that day unfortunately died, Orix remembered that day very deeply.

He can be sure that this man is the one in his memory wearing the armor of the Kingdom Guard, this should be a royal agent in the Kingdom of Lordaeron!

But... How could the royal scouts of Lordaeron appear in an ordinary factory in the Black Iron District?

Aurix was at a loss, he didn’t know what to do until he saw the engineering books borrowed from the library in his hand, the wonderful knowledge that he had never learned before, his full life now, and the bad Past hatred and aversion.

Finally, the young man took a deep breath and walked to the foreman's office in the factory...

He loves the life now, his parents have paid the price for the old times of the past, now... he does not allow anyone to destroy his planned future! No one is allowed to destroy his ideals that he finds easily...

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