Speaking of the starships gifted to the Federation by the Dark Alliance, this is not entirely an attempt by the warlocks to provoke the Federation and the Empire to yearn for and compete for the stars.
It was because in the battle of Niskala, the Dark Alliance was helpless in the face of the demon's strong firepower attack, which exposed the Dark Alliance's shortcomings. Therefore, after the war on the frontal battlefield ended, Kel'Thuzad immediately dispatched warlocks.
Returned to Azeroth and placed a huge order with the arms dealer in the Black Iron Zone.
But when it came time to pay, the warlocks were a little short of money, so they bought some federal central bank bonds. Then the stingy warlocks didn't want to pay back the debt, so they simply found the federal diplomats and told them that the federation would help us pay it off.
For arms orders, we will give you a demon starship that was just captured on the battlefield.
Well, 80% new! Real military products! Having experienced real Star Wars, the quality is absolutely guaranteed! It also comes with a Gangerg Demon Engineer, dear!
This matter was immediately reported to the Supreme Council by the highly vigilant federal diplomats. Speaker Edwin Van Cleef, who was completely bald, communicated very secretly with the Dark Blade Legion. He knew some about the recent trends of the Dark Alliance, so
Make a decision on the spot.
This business is done!
Hence the current scene.
Frankly speaking, the starship Warlock gave to the Federation was not particularly good. It was captured on the Niscala battlefield. At that time, the zombie tide set off by the death knights immediately occupied the devil's star port and destroyed several ships docked there.
The starships were regarded as trophies. The three parties divided up the warships among themselves, and then selected the smallest one to give to the Federation.
But even so, when they saw the nearly 50-kilometer-long steel battleship docked in the star port under the constraints of the traction field, like a small city, the federal speakers cheered endlessly, and even opened bottles on the spot.
Celebrate with champagne.
This made the imperial representatives who were watching feel sour.
But the good news is that the Illidari already have the Fel Maul battleship, so Illidan currently has plans to sell the extra starship in their hands, so the representatives of the Empire do not bother to enjoy the "scenery" of the Dreadscar Rift.
, immediately followed Illidari's legion to the Niscala battlefield.
They must buy the starship before those bastards from the Federation mess up the situation.
Although the empire does not yet have a true emperor, and the various countries are slightly confused due to the reform of the Kingdom of Stormwind, it is related to human orthodoxy and national affairs. No matter how big the contradictions are, we must unite as one!
On the other side, the dwarf warlock Wilfred is taking the trade prince of the Bilgewater Consortium, His Excellency Gallywix, touring the treasure house in the Dreadscar Rift. This treasure house was just discovered by the warlocks and is located underground in the Dreadscar Rift.
On the second floor, the light was not very good, but under the illumination of the evil light, the luster of the treasures from various worlds still made the eyes of Prince Gallywix shine as a guest.
Speaking of Gallywix, this guy is a true legend among goblins.
More than ten years ago, the commercial activities in the goblin civilization were monopolized by the Steamwheedle Consortium. Almost all goblin merchants had to do business within the rules set by the Steamwheedle Consortium. This situation made Gary, who was very young at the time, do business.
Vickers was very dissatisfied, so he established the prototype of the Bilgewater Consortium and began a long career of speculation.
He cooperated with the venture capital company and spent more than ten years to expel the power of the Steam Sand Consortium from the center of the goblin civilization, Kezan Island, located next to the Maelstrom.
Since then, Gallywix's Bilgewater Cartel has truly become a business tycoon. After driving away the Steamwheedle Consortium, he waged a several-year business war with venture capital companies, and brought down those who would do anything to make money.
The bastards were driven out, and from then on, Kezan Island became Gallywix's sphere of influence.
By monopolizing the Koya ore business in the entire Azeroth, this guy has made a lot of money. The most important thing is that although Gallywix is as stingy as other goblins, he is a person who knows how to enjoy himself.
The Palace of Forgetfulness built on Kezan Island is the most famous resort in the entire Azeroth. Its single-day casino revenue is even more than the casino in Gadgetzan.
Moreover, Gallywix has a very sharp vision. This fat man who is rare among goblins can keenly seize all business opportunities and dares to make heavy investments. This is why the Dark Alliance specially invited Gallywix to come to the Dreadscar Rift.
.
This guy is crazier than the average goblin trade prince.
"I don't have a good impression of goblins."
High-level warlock Wilfred glanced at Prince Gallywix, whose eyes were shining. The dwarf curled his lips and said:
"But the boss appreciates the business art of the goblins, so he specially sent you an invitation. The war with the demons is cruel and long. The Dark Alliance needs support, money, or materials from all forces in Azeroth.
We all need it."
"I'm a businessman, a warlock."
The goblin trade prince held up a magnifying glass and admired the luxurious works of art stored in the treasure house. The fat goblin wearing a gentleman's hat embellished with gems exclaimed in admiration and said without looking back:
"Real businessmen don't care about these high-sounding descriptions. I don't have a love for the world, and I don't need to be so good to it, because the world has never done anything for me. What I mean is
, if you want me to spend money, at least you have to let me know what I get for the money."
"We have one-third of the land parcel rights on the planet Xonos."
The dwarf warlock lowered his voice:
"We can give you land, minerals, and in that world, you can become a true king!"
"What do I need those for?"
Gallywix looked at the dwarf warlock in front of him in confusion, and showed a contemptuous smile:
"Everyone says that dwarves can't do business. Now I know. You are very smart, but you really don't know how to do business. Well, I won't embarrass you, Warlock. I'll just tell you my request.
"
"The Bilgewater Cartel can supply you with enough supplies. I want to monopolize this special supply. If you can't come up with the money to pay, it's no problem. Just give me 15% of the loot after every battle. The monopoly supply right is at least 10
Year!"
"Secondly, I want two starships! I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm going to take these back to Azeroth and auction them off as the starting capital for this big support."
"Finally, at some suitable time in the future"
The fat goblin Gallywix touched the oversized ruby ring on his finger and said quietly:
"I want to buy a planet from you! As the star base of the Bilgewater Consortium, don't worry, I will pay for it."
These requests for mercy were due to the fact that the warlock did not understand economics at all, and he could feel the viciousness. Wilfred gritted his teeth and shouted to the fat goblin:
"15%? Why don't you grab it? 7% at most! And two starships? No! I'll give you one at most!"
"make a deal!"
A glint flashed in Gallywix's eyes, and he made a decision on the spot. The attendant following the goblin took out a portable typewriter without saying a word, and typed furiously. A few minutes later, the freshly baked documents were placed on two
In front of the short man.
Seeing Gallywix's exhilaration, the corners of the dwarf warlock Wilfred's eyes twitched wildly.
Damn it, you are still so happy to cut it in half. Damn it, how low do you want your material costs to be?
Instinct told the dwarf warlock that he should have been tricked, but the boss and the other two big guys didn't seem to care about these minutiae. They didn't care about these things at all, but left it to the dwarf to coordinate, which proved their
idea.
The dwarf muttered a few words, and he hesitated to sign. The goblin prince looked around, and with a flick of his finger, a check from the Federal Central Bank fell to the ground. Gallywix let out a contrived scream.
, he twisted the check and handed it to the dwarf warlock:
"Hey, Mr. Warlock, why are you so careless? This should be your thing, right?"
Wilfred took the check suspiciously, and the series of zeros on it dazzled the dwarf. He subconsciously glanced at the Goblin Prince, who shrugged towards him. The next moment, the dwarf held a hand representing the Dark Alliance.
The seal is affixed to the contract.
“A pleasure to work with!”
"The stars are the last frontier and the battlefield of the future. The significance of occupying a place here is of great significance."
Demon hunter Illidan stood at the top of the Niskara demon fortress. Although he could not see anything, he did not need eyes to feel the darkness contained in the stars in front of him, the red fear that originated from the depths of the stars.
Ten thousand years ago, when he faced Sargeras, he had seen the demon battlefield spread across the stars.
It was a horror that he could never forget in his life.
"Demons were born here. This is their world. They occupy resources countless times larger than ours. When we kill one demon, ten demons will be born. If we defeat them once, they will become different when they come back.
Stronger."
"There is no hope of fighting them in our world. We must step into their battlefields and plunder resources from them to make ourselves stronger, so that we can finally compete with them among the stars."
Illidan turned around. Behind him, Tyrande, the Dark Moon War God of Kaldorei, and Legion Commander Jarod Shadowsong were standing not far behind him. They were also looking at this lonely world of stars.
.
"We defeated it once, the Dark Titan Sargeras, and we must defeat it again!"
The demon hunter whispered:
"I beg you, support me, help me, I have not hidden from you that this is my purpose, this is the only reason why I am here."
Tyrande was silent, but she did not object to Illidan, and the white-haired Jarod withdrew his gaze from the stars and asked softly:
"How can we help you, Illidan? Are you trying to move our Sentinel Legion here?"
"No! No need!"
Illidan said:
"We only need you to agree and support our actions in an official capacity at the appropriate time, and work with other companions to stir up those free forces and let them spontaneously enter this star field. The rest will be left to us.
Just give it to me."
"You mean, those mercenaries, adventurers and demon hunters?"
Garrod is deeply skeptical:
"Some of them are indeed heroes, but most of them are not real warriors."
"Don't worry, Jarod."
Illidan said:
"As long as they come here, as long as they see the terror of the devil, they will become qualified warriors, or they will die here as cowards."
"No matter what happens, it is a dignified exit, and this is the best place to train troops!"
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"The Pope is very moved by your victory, and he entrusted me to congratulate you on your behalf."
The white-haired knight Uther, accompanied by Dathrohan, walked in the city that Xonos had cleaned up. This demonic city is quite strange to humans, but it is not unacceptable.
.
The fog of death has purified the evil energy in the city. Now the city is dead silent, with only some death knights busy. Soon, this city will serve as the rear base of the Niscala front. They
You must be prepared for the devil's imminent counterattack.
"The Pope praises you as true warriors. Although you do not walk with the Holy Light, your achievements cannot be erased."
Uther looked at the occupied city with emotion:
"Who would have thought that the power of Azeroth would grow so rapidly. In the blink of an eye, we would be fighting among the stars. Alas, I am already old."
Uther's old injuries never healed. After he left for the empire, he stopped serving as a military commander and turned to training new paladins. However, in the eyes of Dathrohan, Uther was still the same brave man as before.
The lightbringer, he whispered to Uther:
"You are so favored by the Holy Light, old friend, you may be able to become the next Pope. Speaking of which, the body under the Crown of Faao"
When this issue was mentioned, Uther was a little silent and a little sad. He shook his head and whispered:
"Maybe he won't be able to survive this winter. The priests of the Cathedral of Light are already preparing for the Holy Spirit Ceremony. He joked with me two days ago that maybe he can go find Tyrion to extend his life, but you and I both know that he won't
That’s what I did.”
"Dathrohan."
Uther raised his head and looked at the dark green sun in the sky of Xonos, and he said:
"His Majesty Faao asked me to tell you, if you really need help from the Holy Light World, he will help you. Do you understand what I mean? If the Order can make a contract and become the Holy Light Faith of Azeroth,
The eternal sleepless guardian of the system, he is even willing to issue a "Declaration of Jihad" for your war."
This sentence made Dathrohan raise his head subconsciously, and a hint of surprise flashed in the death knight's eyes:
"Is the old man crazy? He wants to actively accept the existence of us undead? Isn't he afraid of the Holy Light Church's belief split?"
A bitter smile appeared on Uther's face, and the old knight said a little uneasily:
"The old man felt that his end was coming, and he had already given up."
"It's not just you. Fa'ao intends to completely resolve the disputes within the human empire before he is summoned by the Holy Light. He is very stubborn this time. He is burning his own little life. No one can dissuade him.
