1. Daily life in the Federal District of Defia (Part 1)
In the world of Azeroth, humans are a short-lived species.
Compared with the immortal night elves, compared with the high elves who can easily live for 3,000 years, compared with the dwarves who can live for 1,500 years, and even the gnomes who can live for hundreds of years, human life is too short.
The longest-lived person recorded is only 200 years old. Compared with those fantasy creatures, humans really have no advantage in this aspect.
But short-lived species also have the advantages of being short-lived species. Precisely because the years are short, they cherish it more and more. Every day and every year is forced to not spend it in vain, and every second must be meaningful. It is in this
Urged by the instinct of waiting for no time, human civilization only took 2,800 years to establish a large civilization circle in the eastern continent.
From the powerful Arathor Empire that defeated the forest trolls with the high elves, to the current seven human kingdoms, and to the rebuilt Holy Arathor Empire, it took humans one-third of the time to complete what took the night elves 10,000 years.
The things he has just accomplished have spread his footsteps to every corner of the world, and left his own glorious mark in history.
Compared with diligent humans, other immortal species are more or less lazy. Time is too tolerant for them, and they cannot feel the passage of time, which will reduce the efficiency of life work to an outrageous level.
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But a short life also means that you cannot spend your whole life remembering emotions, remembering victory, remembering kindness, or remembering hatred and forgetting. Human beings are always good at forgetting.
Three months after the Wrynn family's rule was uprooted, Westfall seems to have returned to its original order, well, it seems to be even better than the original order.
The conflict between the Defias Brotherhood and the Kingdom of Stormwind seems to be a lifetime ago. Now in this wilderness that has been redivided, death knights and undead infantry are patrolling every road.
Adhering to time, their daily patrols are almost always carried out at the right time.
The civilians working on both sides of the road were paralyzed with fear at the sight of the undead. Now they are turning a blind eye. Some bold young people even hide among the crops on the farm to attack those death knights.
They pointed, and of course some humans who were not resentful of being managed by the undead scolded those "walking corpses" behind their backs.
But even the craziest drunkard would not dare to make provocative moves against those death knights in broad daylight. The last guy who did this has not yet been freed from the hard labor in the death mines, and the results of his temporary pleasure
It's too serious, and although civilians sometimes appear blind, they are not fools after all.
"Mr. Sardin, this is the letter your son brought you."
The patrolling death knight stopped at the entrance of Sardin's farm, and Old Sardin, with a hint of fear on his face. The owner of this farm wiped his dusty hands on his shabby clothes, and then stretched out his hand from Death.
The knight received his son's letter in his cold gauntlet.
He glanced at the death knight in front of him, and his lips moved:
"Thank you, Knight Heisenberg."
"Call me Heisenberg."
The death knight responded casually, turned his horse's head, and continued patrolling with the undead infantry. The undead under Tyrion's command were not cold corpses without their own thoughts. Even the lower-level knights seemed to be a little slow to react due to the incompleteness of their souls.
, or lack of necessary emotions, but basic communication with humans is completely guaranteed.
In fact, in recent months of contact, it is not difficult for farmers in the western wilderness to find that these undead spirits are not as difficult to deal with as they imagined. Some undead spirits even retain the habits they had when they were alive. Although
There is still the instinctive disgust of the living towards the dead, but when it is necessary to deal with them, the humans here will not be so resistant.
And the very ordinary-looking old Sardin was one of the first civilians to take the initiative to come into contact with the undead.
Of course, old Sardin was forced to do so. This honest and fawning old farmer had to do this, because his son, little Sardin, who once participated in the Defias Brotherhood, has now become a member of the Defias Brotherhood.
The actual manager of this land was given a formal official position.
Little Sardin is now the clerk of Sentinel Ridge Town, following the mayor Hank to handle the affairs of this new town. Recently, he has been busy re-dividing the land in the western wilderness, dividing the farms that were originally arranged in an irregular manner.
As well as cultivated land, the planning is more detailed and more concentrated.
And this prodigal son, who used to give old Sardin a headache, has now become more respectable and more or less like a decent person. Last week, he and the generous Mayor Hank even led a few people to garrison here.
A high-level death knight had dinner at old Sardin's house and almost scared old Sardin's wife to death.
Of course, that was also the first time that Old Sardin knew that dead people can also eat and drink... Although according to them, although the food eaten and the wine drank can be completely digested by the energy in the body, they are not digested at all.
Any flavor, it is said that this is done to remember the time of the past living people.
"Oh, we have another piece of farmland at home!"
Old Sardin hurriedly read the letter. After learning that another piece of land was assigned to his name, the old farmer who had a deep affection for the land suddenly became happy.
Speaking of which, Old Sardin can be regarded as a beneficiary of this weird new system, because when the undead attacked Stormwind City, many farmers fled and followed the king to Northern Xinjiang, so there were many more people in the Western Wilderness.
Good land, now that land is being redistributed to those who need it and those who are willing to accept the new system.
As a result, the land of Sardine Farm has more than doubled in three months, and the most gratifying thing is that the Defias United Council has issued a notice that no tax is required in the first year, that is,
He said that as long as Old Sardin could wait safely for this season's grain harvest, he could easily save a large amount of money...
"I heard that cattle are being sold at low prices at the Goldsmith Town market recently... Do you want to buy a few?"
The farmer was thinking about things as he walked towards the farmhouse. As a result, he saw his old wife running towards him with an anxious look on her face:
"Something happened!"
Mrs. Sardin was sweating profusely. She lowered her voice and secretly said to her husband:
"A spy was captured in Alex's farm. I heard that he was sent by the king of Northern Xinjiang to cause sabotage. Those ghosts said that the spy was preparing to poison the water."
"What!"
When old Sardin heard this, he immediately became angry.
As a civilian, he could understand the anger of the kings who were overthrown, but the matter of sending people to poison the water made Old Sardin unacceptable, because the dead people would not die again even if they drank the poisoned water.
Bad behavior will only hurt the local civilians who are struggling to survive, which undoubtedly pricked the fear in his heart.
"Damn it! Those bad guys should be hanged!"
Old Sardin cursed angrily, and Mrs. Sardin also helped:
"Those ghosts have done a good thing, but I heard that the spy will be thrown into the mine. Everyone knows that ghosts don't kill people."
The "ghosts" in Mrs. Sardin's words are the undead souls patrolling the wilderness. This is also how most civilians in the western wilderness call the undead souls, full of contempt and hostility.
"The people from the Veterans Association have already rushed over. It is said that they want to interrogate the spy at Alex's farm."
Mrs. Sardin's eyes flashed with interest in watching the fun, and she complained to old Sardin:
"You are now the largest farmer in Sentinel Ridge Town and a respectable local man. Go change your clothes and let's go take a look."
"Look what that is for."
Old Sardin was not interested in this kind of interrogation. He handed the letter in his hand to Mrs. Sardin:
"My son said in the letter that he has been very busy these days and cannot go home, but there is an extra piece of land at home that has not been cultivated yet. I plan to go to Gold Shine Town to buy some cattle..."
"Why did you buy that!"
Mrs. Sardin stubbornly shook her head: "It's too expensive. We might as well rent 20 undead people. They can plow the land in one day, and then hire a few more people. It will be much cheaper."
"Rent the undead..."
Old Sardin seemed somewhat reluctant. The so-called "renting the undead" is a new "business" that has arisen in the entire Defias Federal District. In previous wars, many dead soldiers could not be recruited into qualified personnel.
Warriors, but it would be too wasteful to burn them directly, so the Archlich waved his hand and these awakened undead became a special "commodity".
They have no thinking and wisdom of their own at all. Even if they are sent to the battlefield, they can only be used as cannon fodder. However, these lowest-level undead can accept simple orders, so in the first month of reclamation in the western wilderness, this kind of thing appeared in Sentinel Ridge.
As a business, the undead are rented to cultivate land for farmers. The undead will not get tired and can continue to work as long as the death energy is sufficient.
Although he can't do technical work like sowing, he is definitely more trustworthy than lazy farmhands who always have small ideas.
Of course, in order to prevent discomfort to civilians, these undead have been specially treated and basically appear in the form of smooth skeletons. As long as you can overcome your fear, they will become the most cost-effective labor.
But to be honest, this business is not popular in the Western Wilderness, because the people here are relatively simple in nature and cannot accept such things as forcing dead people to work. However, I heard that in the East Valley and Redridge Mountains, those mines that have their own mines
Lords, have begun to purchase this kind of undead labor from the Dark Blade Legion.
For dangerous mining and excavation operations, these undead workers who are absolutely diligent and reliable will not feel bad if they are crushed to death, and will never complain about the danger, and do not even need to pay, or provide food and drinking water. They are absolutely diligent and reliable.
He is the most perfect miner in the hearts of mine owners.
Seeing that old Sardin was still hesitant, Mrs. Sardin gritted her teeth and said loudly:
"If you care about your reputation, then let me rent it. The worst I can do is let them farm at night, out of sight, out of mind, and more!"
Mrs. Sardin put her hands on her hips, pointed at old Sardin's nose, and shouted:
"Next week the Western Wilderness Farmers Federation will elect the president. You should wear your best clothes and run for office! You are the best farmer in the Western Wilderness, and you deserve that seat!"
"But I don't plan to go."
Old Sardin muttered: "Once King Varian comes back, we will..."
"The king is not coming back!"
Mrs. Sardin gritted her teeth and said: "What can the king do? He will collect taxes, let our sons fight for him, and his wife will be injured, and let the innocent people in the entire Western Wilderness suffer. He is a good king.
, but those people under him are not good nobles! Will he build a special association for farmers? He won't! Don't be stupid, there are no nobles anymore. "
After the fat Mrs. Sardin finished yelling, she looked at the frustrated old Sardin. She sighed and said seriously:
"I know you don't care about this, you just want to be a farmer, but you have to think about our son. He has fallen into too deep. Little Sardine and Mr. Van Cleef are completely of the same mind. He thinks
He has a great mission for this land and its people... It is impossible for him to quit. Since his son is going to do something big, even if we can't help him, we can't hold him back, right?"
"Mr. Van Cleef said that in this era, civilians can stand out and no longer judge a person's nobility based on blood and origin. I don't know if what he said is true or not, but... we have to give it a try, right?"
Old Sardin nodded silently. He reached out and took out a rusty badge from his shabby clothes. It was the badge he got when he followed King Baratheon to fight trolls when he was young. He also
A veteran, his son is loyal to the new system, but he is full of the marks of the old system.
"well..."
Old Sardin sighed, and threw away the most cherished badge in his hand. After a moment, he mounted the old horse, wearing a straw hat, looked back at his prosperous farm, then raised his whip and headed towards
He rushed over to Sentinel Ridge.
The Dark Blade Munitions Office got off work at 7 p.m., and he had to rent a group of undead before then. Otherwise, he would have to wait another day to cultivate the newly allocated land.
