Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Look! That butcher is out!"

The moment Chaldean Morgan walked out of the Cathedral of Light, he was immediately "overwhelmed" by the nobles who were guarding the door of the church.

They all heard about what happened in the Kingdom of Stormwind. They knew that Varian Wrynn had gone mad, and he personally raised the butcher's knife to the noble class. During the day and night, 60% of the nobles in the entire Kingdom of Stormwind were attacked. The Rian massacre was almost exhausted, and this catastrophe against the nobles easily set off the greatest fears in these nobles.

So that they did something very irrational.

"The butcher of the Kingdom of Storms is coming to kill us! Run!"

Some jerks who are afraid of the world are hidden in the noble group, shouting a confusing voice, and more little nobles clenched their fists in anger, it seems that they will always rush to grab the Chaldean clothes Collar, give him a good look.

However, the team of hundreds of people did not dare to step forward... Because there were more than a dozen heavily armed **** knights guarding the Chaldeans, they were holding shining weapons on the land of the pope, Any attack on the clergy will be regarded as a provocation against the doctrine of Holy Light.

And the appearance of these guardian knights who only follow the Pope’s orders also represents a terrible meaning...

"Chaldean, Varian's stooge, seduced the Pope!"

A sharp shout provokes the mood of all the nobles present:

"Kill him! Let the Pope hear our voice, go ahead! Perform our justice!"

"boom"

A loud noise of the soul thundered in the crowd, making those noisy calls quiet at the moment.

The light of the shadow shone in the hands of Chaldeans. The soul scream he had just thrown out was deliberately suppressed. If he did his best, I am afraid that these guys would go crazy on the spot a dozen, but this is not Caleb What he hopes to see, or rather, he can't look down on these guys who will only talk about his mouth, even if they are used to execute a conspiracy, they are very unqualified.

And until this moment, these instigated guys remembered another Chaldean identity. This person in front of them, but the leader of the Shadow Priest faction of the Holy Light Church, is the most powerful and mysterious of the entire human empire. Shadow Priest.

Really want to fight, it is estimated that they will be easily slaughtered by the Chaldeans alone.

"Who is going to kill me?"

Chaldean Chaldean turned the rosary in his hand. He walked forward a few steps, and the little nobles who stood in front of him paled to make way for him. The archbishop saw the noble boy squatting on the ground, shaking. He was instigating others and rushing them to kill Chaldeans...Unfortunately, this teenager underestimated Chaldeans' strength and his means.

"Look in my eyes, boy, tell me, who sent you?"

The Chaldeans looked at the young man whose hair was shaved by the shocking power of the heart with a gentle tone that the priest should have. He looked like a child. He didn’t even dare to raise his head to look at Chaldeans, but Chaldean saw the coat of arms on the child's chest. He sighed and patted the child on the shoulder:

"I don't know if you came here on the advice of the Duke of Shavik, or if you want to do this yourself..."

"But take a word for Duke Shavik for His Majesty Varian and me. Since he has left the Kingdom of Stormwind, don’t come back. Enjoy the old age in other kingdoms. The country he loves is experiencing a great experience. Change, he will eventually see the rebirth of the storm kingdom, he will eventually know..."

"What we do is just..."

Pastor Chaldean stood up, and he looked back at the nobles behind him. There was a trace of calm in his eyes. He said without a trace of smoke:

"As for you... enjoy your decaying happy time."

"The flame in the era of the Great Revolution has been ignited. It is burning in the storm kingdom. One day, it will also burn on you. This is unstoppable. At least you cannot stop it!"

"At that time...in the dawn of a beautiful new era, in the ashes of the decaying old world, I will wait for you to come...confess!"

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"The last time I came here, this palace was just laid the foundation."

On the black horse-drawn carriage passing by on the streets of New Stormwind City, Gerbin Mekkatorque, who was sitting on his seat, reached out to lift the curtains and watched this coastal city that had formed and expanded.

This dwarf is somewhat older than when he was first rescued, probably because of the reason he lived on Okaz Island far away from the mainland in recent years, which made Mekkatorque's hair not much and now looks Almost all of them have disappeared.

But the mental state of the gnome is very good. It is said that he has made many fresh inventions on the closed island in recent years. Obviously, after breaking away from the business model of the dark iron zone, he no longer has to worry about his invention. Being used in wars and killings makes Mekatok's psychological burden much smaller.

"Do you have any celebrations here these days?"

The gnome looked at the people gathered on the street curiously. Although there were no festival banners, ribbons and garlands hanging around the street, the joy on the people’s faces was mixed with the expression of expectation, so that the gnome could see it at a glance. As you can see, the city seems to have just experienced some... well, "joyful" things.

Facing Mekatoque's doubts, Chief Madias Shoal, who was sitting opposite the MI7, smiled gently and handed a cup of tea to the gnome. His gray-blue eyes looked out the window. , He whispered in a meaningful way:

"There is no celebration, but maybe every year after that, it will be listed as a great festival...a festival that is free for the entire country."

"Oh, that sounds really good."

Mekkatorque belongs to the typical gnomes with high IQ but high EQ. He didn’t hear the deep meaning in Shoal’s words, and he didn’t think too much, and beside this clever dwarf A heavy black suitcase, Shore knew that it was the essence of Mekkatorque’s research over the past few years, and he would carry it with him wherever he went.

"So, what exactly did your king invite me to do?"

The gnome was drinking cool tea and asked casually:

"I declare in advance that if I help you with weapons, I will not agree! I have emphasized this point many times."

"No, it's not about making weapons."

Shore shook his head and he calmly replied:

"Actually, we need your wisdom. Mr. Mekkatorque, the Kingdom of Storms is a waste of life. In these days, His Majesty Varian finally persuaded those nobles to agree to the process of industrialization in the whole kingdom, But we need a professional with an overview of the big picture to be responsible for this huge project..."

"Oh? Noble?"

Mekkatorque pushed his cool engineering goggles. With a hint of dwarf taunt, he said:

"If you compare human civilization to a wheel that is advancing, then your nobility is definitely the most backward, but the most critical gear on the wheel. As long as they still exist, no matter how hard I try, the speed of this wheel is going forward. Never get up soon...I have lived in the Federation for several years. Although I don’t like the federal business environment, I have to admit that compared to them, you almost live in another era. ."

"Relax, Mr. Mekkatorque."

As Shore listened to the spicy mockery of the unobstructed gnome in front of him, he shrugged and bowed his head to taste the sweet tea. He whispered:

"On this land, there will be no more people who hinder your industrialization...I promise!"

A few minutes later, Mekatok’s carriage stopped in the palace of Stormwind Palace. The dwarf declined the servant’s request to help him with the suitcase. He grabbed it easily with a golden, weird mechanical arm on the slender arm. The heavy box then followed behind Shore and walked directly into Varian Wrynn's parlor.

As the gnome walked in the garden of the palace, he sniffed sharply. He looked left and right blankly. Although he had been cleaned by the servants more than ten times, there was still a haunting in this garden The faint **** smell... makes people unable to bear their hair.

"Ah, welcome to you, Mr. Mekkatorque."

With the help of a servant, Varian, who changed into a loose robe, saw the gnome master walking into the parlor. He walked quickly, bent down, and shook hands with the gnome, while Mekkatorque passed his project Learning glasses can easily see the blood in the eyes of Varian, which means that the king may not have taken a good rest for several days.

But he didn't say anything...Gnomes are like this. While having terrible IQ, their emotional quotients are weakened, and this problem is more prominent for gnomish craftsmen who have deeper engineering studies.

"I know you are a person who cherishes time, so I won't waste your time. I will just say it."

Varian invited Mekkatorque to sit on the sofa, and then picked up a box from his table and handed it to the gnome, who opened the box with a text inlaid with gold. Behind the text, there was The seal of the Wrynn family and the seal of an organization called the Storm Council.

That is a letter of appointment.

"Well? You invited me to be Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Kingdom of Storms?"

Mekkatorque pressed on his engineering glasses, and the four layers of lenses bounced off in unison, revealing his blue eyes full of wisdom. The gnome master craftsman waved his offer letter in his hand. To:

"Full 15 years? Are you trying to trap me in your kingdom for 15 years?"

"No, this is the calculated time figure!"

Varian carried a glass of wine with ice cubes, and he slowly explained to the dwarf in front of him:

"When the Federation began to promote industrialization, they had fewer than 300,000 people, and it took them almost 10 years to barely complete this great movement, or, to complete the first stage."

"And there are 1.95 million free people in my kingdom. Considering that the storm kingdom is almost zero, even if there is such a workforce, it is estimated that it will take at least 15 years to complete the initial stage of industrialization..."

"No! You are wrong!"

Mekkatorque interrupted Varian's narrative with impoliteness. As a researcher, he seriously analyzed Varian:

"The federal primary industrialization movement was completed within 10 years because they had a large number of undead laborers to drive them. Those undeads do not need rest, training, or holidays, and can rotate 24 hours a day. Their 10 years are based on Based on the terrible exploitation and oppression of undead laborers, but such a perfect labor force is not available in your country, and that miracle cannot be copied!"

"Frankly speaking, in a country with a human subject such as the Kingdom of Storms, to achieve the current level of industrialization of the Federation, even without the obstruction of nobles, even if you copy the time-tested perfect technology tree of the Federation, you It takes... a minimum of 30 years! This is based on you supporting me with any determination with the utmost determination!"

"And I can tell you so arrogantly, Varian, you can't imagine how much capital is needed to complete the primary industrialization. It may need to wipe out all the income of the Storm Kingdom for 30 years! It may not even be enough. ...And the obstruction of the faith world is also a problem. In the end... what about raw materials? What about merchants? Who do I produce and sell to? These are issues you haven’t considered!"

Mekkatorque looked at Varian. He thought Varian would refute him, but he didn't...

The human king's eyes shone with cunning light. He grabbed the letter of appointment from Mekkatorque, took the quill, changed the 15-year employment time to 30 years, and handed it back to the gnome .

Varian leaned leisurely on the sofa, he drank the wine in his hand, and then slammed the quilt on the table. The blue eyes like a wolf stared at Mekatok. After a moment, Varian asked softly:

"30 years! I give you enough funds, I give you all the laws you need, I give you the greatest freedom..."

"My Minister of Industrial Affairs...Start your work! Your office is next to me..."

"So, starting today, let us solve the problems you raised one by one!"

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