A few days ago, the civilized leaders of Azeroth cast a vote to decide the fate of the world in the Heart Chamber of Silithus. Unsurprisingly, no one foolishly chose to surrender to the Dark Titan.
On the one hand, it is because these leaders are very wise. They know very well that even if they want to surrender to Sargeras, the latter may not accept them. The most important thing is that under the strange circumstances of Deathwing and its War Dragon Legion,
After disappearing, mortals who want to submit to the Dark Pantheon have no way to turn.
On the other hand, although the World Spirit does not force civilization to join this war between mortals and gods, anyone with a brain knows that once they vote against it under the watchful eye of the World Spirit, it is equivalent to annihilating themselves.
In the world of Azeroth, all life, no matter how powerful they are, exists in this world, and the spirit of the world is the world itself
If you think about the consequences of being disgusted or even hostile to the world itself, you will know that it must be very terrifying, and even worse than death.
Therefore, there was no suspense at the beginning of this voting, and the reason why the World Spirit decided to use this "dish cooking" method to determine the future of the world was simply to allow these leaders to truly think about their relationship with the world, and to make them more aware of their relationship with the world.
Deeply understand their position in the upcoming war and the methods they should take.
To protect the world is to protect yourself.
Now, the headquarters of the World Civilization Alliance has been set up. Although the real commander has not yet been determined, preparations for war among various countries have begun.
No civilization has ever participated in a battle with gods before. The only one with some experience is the night elves, the oldest inheritance, but Tyrande himself does not know how to guide other civilizations to prepare for war. After repeated thinking, the night war god
The lady could only describe the scene of the ancient war in a very general way, and then told the other leaders that this war could not be won by relying solely on courageous troops and wise commanders.
The demons loyal to Sargeras and the elements who surrendered to the Dark Pantheon will not distinguish the difference between soldiers and civilians. Once the war begins, not to mention Sargeras, in the world of Azeroth,
Every inch of the earth may become a battlefield, and no life can survive alone.
So while there is still time, all the people should join forces!
Although Tyrande's statement was not reassuring, at present, the World Alliance could not come up with a better method, so after several meetings, the tone of the battle was set.
All the people are soldiers!
Under the urging and gaze of the world spirit, this order was conveyed to all civilizations in the world, from Mount Hyjal to Gadgetzan, from Stratholme to Booty Bay, everyone who could realize the seriousness of the problem
His life was stirred up.
"Ah, I'm so tired."
In the factory in the Federal Black Iron Zone, Oryx Berkeley, a mechanical engineer with two big black eyes, rubbed his sore arm and walked out of the employee cafeteria with two portions in his hand.
Warm sandwiches were his breakfast, but the young man had no appetite.
While yawning, he greeted a few acquaintances and walked towards his "Norbert and Anna Technology Laboratory" factory, which was the machining factory opened by Oryx 2 years ago.
, mainly undertakes various industrial orders from the federal government, and occasionally develops some engineering gadgets by itself. Overall, business is not bad.
And thanks to the continuous development of the federal industry in recent years, Oryx has also made a lot of money, and has become one of the middle and upper class of merchants in the Black Iron District. And perhaps because of the blessing of the goddess of fate, after the death of his parents, he has been alone.
Oryx, who is alone, also met a good girl from the Twilight Federation. If there are no accidents, Oryx will have a happy family with several children, who can bring together the Berkeley and Rivendell families.
The bloodline continues in this land full of hope.
However, accidents always happen.
A week ago, Oryx and his girlfriend were still planning a wedding around the world. A week later, Oryx had to put on his engineer uniform again and spend all night working on his own.
working in the factory.
It's not that Oryx has financial problems, it's just that the federal government suddenly issued a surprisingly large arms order to the Black Iron Region a week ago.
How large is the quantity of this batch of arms?
It is twice as much as all the weapons sold by all the arms dealers in the Black Iron Region in the past 10 years combined! And this is only the first batch of orders. According to federal officials, there will be at least 5 more batches of orders in the future.
It needs to be downloaded to the black iron area.
And the most terrible thing is that the Federal Ministry of Industrial Affairs issued a stern order to the merchants' federation of the Black Iron Region. This batch of weapons must be delivered on time. The merchants found the Governor, but the Governor could not do anything because the weapons were produced
The plan was not made by the Federation itself, but was requested by the World Civilization Alliance Command.
The Federation, which is famous for its industry, must produce enough weapons and ammunition to arm two-thirds of the world within 4-5 months. The remaining one-third will be shared by the Empire and the Draenei.
This is a weapons order from the entire world civilization in the war against doomsday. It is so heavy that the merchants in the Black Iron Zone cannot resist it and can only accept it silently.
Five days ago, the Merchants Federation of the Black Iron Region summoned all arms dealers and merchants capable of accepting orders. At that meeting, the governor of the Black Iron Region, Bone Knight, the great blacksmith of the Thorium Brotherhood, presented to the merchants
They relayed the order of the Federal Supreme Council, and he passed the news of the impending Doomsday War to all the merchants present without reservation, and told them that even if they wanted to run away, they would not be able to escape the Doomsday War at all.
So either wait for death or fight with all your might.
At the moment before the decisive battle, things like gold coins no longer have much meaning, so the Federation's move this time was extremely generous. It was so generous that the eyes of the goblin arms dealer Black Suo shone. The crazy goblin even wanted to
All orders were taken in one go, but it was clear that relying solely on the production capacity of the Black Solo Future Technology and War Weapons Research Institute was not able to meet the needs of the federation.
In order to fulfill orders, businessmen in the Black Iron District began to look for processing plants, and Oryx's laboratory was honored to be selected. After a brief adjustment, all production lines were used to process semi-automatic weapons.
Casings and bullets, along with well-paid orders, appeared before Oryx's eyes, as well as a maddening production deadline.
Calculated based on that date and his own factory's production capacity, Oryx and his workers and engineers had to stay awake for 10 days to complete this irrefutable order before the deadline.
In Orix's eyes, the Black Iron District these days is like an industrial behemoth that has been really activated. All the assembly lines are running. Under the guidance of the Black Iron District Business Federation, the
All the workers were mobilized to produce parts for weapons and ammunition, working almost endlessly in three shifts.
All the machines that can still move are operating 24 hours a day, and in the weapons assembly workshop above the black iron area, the assembly speed of the 37 assembly lines can no longer even keep up with the speed of weapon parts production.
Before the new assembly line machinery was manufactured, those "undead laborers" who were about to withdraw from the stage of history appeared again.
The psychics summoned a huge number of undead skeletons in the Burning Legion's necropolis, and then sent them to the assembly workshop. These brainless undead couldn't do fine work, but they could still do procedural assembly.
Completed.
Every hour, there are several steam trains arriving on time, carrying fully loaded arms boxes to various places. Most of the arms will be distributed to the armed forces in various cities in the Federation, and some will be sent to Storm Pier and
Booty Bay was then loaded onto Black Ark and the goblin merchant ships and sent to Kul Tiras, Northrend and the mainland of Pandaria.
Even if the ship returns, it will not be empty. High-quality steel from Kul Tiras, meat supplies and magic materials from Northrend, as well as spirits, grain, etc. abundant in Pandaria, will be transported back to the Federation.
, and then sent to where they should go via railways erected throughout the country.
As for the transportation of weapons between the continent of Kalimdor, which is farthest from the Federation, it is undertaken by the draenei.
Several newly registered employees of the Delaney Air Transport Company drove extremely fast airships and ran one after another, delivering some powerful weapons to the Empire, Mount Hyjal and the Feralas Plains.
Weapons distributed to civilians and ordinary soldiers will be thrown back into the empire's warehouses by Dalaran's mages and warlocks through portals.
After the production capacity was fully opened in the true sense, the power that the federal industrial zone exploded made the whole world look at it. Amid the roar of machinery, the federal government issued the first batch of weapons orders to the Black Iron Zone 15 years ahead of schedule.
The delivery was completed on the same day, but just when Oryx and other factory owners thought they could take a break, the second batch of weapons orders was once again delivered to the factory owners in the Black Iron District on the next day.
Also delivered together were the gold coins for the settlement of the first batch of orders. Because the number was too huge, these gold coins were converted into Goblin Bank cards and sent to the factory owners.
Looking at the dozens of gold cards in his hand, Oryx, who was already extremely tired, flashed a hint of excitement and encouragement in his eyes.
Each gold card has a quota of 10,000 gold coins. In other words, in the past half month, his small factory has made wealth that used to take more than half a year to make. Although those pessimistic old men always say that if they fail,
No matter how many gold coins there are, there is no point in it, but what if they get through it?
Orix grabbed the wine bottle next to him, took a deep sip of wine, and breathed a sigh of relief.
What if Azeroth successfully survives the Doomsday War?
Then these gold coins are enough for him, his wife, and his future son to live like a king in the new world!
What else is there to say?
Roll up your sleeves and keep working, it’s just working overtime!
Oryx walked out of the office. He stood on the second floor of the factory area, looking at the workers below who were resting next to the machinery. He knew that his workers were as tired as he was, and they also needed some material stimulation.
.
Ten minutes later, five steam trucks loaded with various daily necessities and delicacies stopped at the entrance of the Oryx Processing Factory. The workers looked at their human bosses in confusion as they jumped out of the truck and hit him.
Oryx, who had big black eyes, called out his workers, then pointed at the steam truck behind him and said to them:
"Thank you all for your hard work in the past half month. These are my gifts to everyone! And everyone, everyone present, will receive an extra month's salary as a pension this month!"
This news cheered up the tired workers, but it wasn't over yet.
Orix rubbed his sore eyes and said to the workers:
"I have rented a group of undead laborers. The pressure on everyone in the next second batch of orders will be much less. I will not force everyone to work overtime, but I can guarantee that from today to the day when all orders are completed, everyone will work overtime voluntarily.
Everyone can get three times their salary! You all know me, brothers, I always do what I say!"
The human engineer took out two gold cards from his arms and waved them in front of the workers:
"As for the employees who do the most and are the best, I will give them gold cards and promote them to supervisors! Remember this promise."
Oryx glanced at the workers in front of him and said:
"Is anyone quitting?"
No one answered or stood up, so Oryx nodded with satisfaction. He rubbed his sore shoulders, looked at the high-spirited eyes of the workers in front of him, and then thought of the second and third batch of orders.
After the completion, he could get a huge amount of money and a good life for his family in the future. Orix suddenly felt that the end of the world might not be just a bad thing.
Of course, this cannot be said to the workers. The news of the Doomsday War is currently blocked. Oryx took a deep breath and said to his workers:
"Brothers, now take your gifts and go home to rest and spend time with your wife and children. It's 8 o'clock tonight!"
“We started work on time!”
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While Oryx was motivating his employees, on the third underground floor of the Black Iron Zone factory, in the warehouse of Oversback's Future Technology Laboratory, the dwarf engineer Oversback, who also had two big black eyes,
Accompanying Union Field Marshal Maxwell to inspect armaments.
The weapons and equipment stored here are not simple and cheap firearms, nor are they heavy and expensive land tanks, nor are they new high-speed fighter planes, but the federal military's secret weapon, power armor!
"Currently, as of today, we have produced 35,000 sets of basic specifications of power armor."
The extremely smart dwarf yawned while looking at the numbers on the statistical table, and said to the marshal:
"It will take a few days for the supporting weapons and energy of the power armor to be in place. The number of special power armor produced by Heisel should be less, but at least around 18,000 units. In the next month, we will be able to roll out 14,000 units.
Taiwan Power Armor, this is already the production capacity limit of the Black Iron Zone. Of course, if the production of those basic weapons can be stopped, this number can be increased by several hundred units."
"Those basic weapons cannot be stopped."
Marshal Maxwell stretched out his hand and touched the cold, violently beautiful power armor beside him. The old man was smoking a cigar, and amid the smoke, he said:
"Those weapons are to support our other brother civilizations with backward industries. This is the responsibility of the Federation. The end is coming, and we should unite now. Think about that sword, Oversbach, old friend, that
One day, that sword of destruction crossed the sky, that kind of fear, that kind of despair."
The old man gritted his teeth and punched the steel mecha in front of him fiercely. The light in his eyes was like a wolf:
"No one wants to experience that kind of despair again!"
"While there is still a chance to resist, we must have the power to protect ourselves!"