In the Defias Federal District, it has been nine months since this land changed its ruler. The people who still live on this land have accepted their new life after the initial anger and loss.
The farms in the western wilderness have just harvested the first crops of the year. Under the constant encouragement of the members of the House of Commons, another new life that is completely different from the past has begun on this land.
The first new product accepted by the people was a thing called a "steam harvester".
Those big guys that are emitting black smoke and making clanging sounds are products from the Black Iron District Trading Company. The dwarfs who serve as clerks and school teachers in Sentinel Ridge guarantee that these things can make harvesting 10 times faster.
Not only that, but everyone didn't believe it at first. After seeing the work efficiency of those mindless undead, it was hard for the conservative farmers to believe that there was something more efficient than these tireless undead.
Old Sardin, the largest local farmer and chairman of the Western Wilderness Farmers Federation, was the first to try it. Amid the doubts of others, he was encouraged by his son, who has become the mayor of Sentinel Ridge Town.
Take the first step bravely.
On the day when the steam harvester drove into the Sardine farm, for all the farmers who came on horseback to watch and the farmhands who watched the excitement, the power represented by the machine shattered their stubborn thinking for the first time.
The super-large steam harvester driven by three short dwarfs roared and rushed into the huge farmland of Old Sardine like a wild beast. In ten minutes, it completed the harvest that required 50 farmhands to work for a day.
Crops, everyone was stunned as they watched the yellow-orange wheat flowing through the steel pipes like water into the pockets at the back.
The developer of the steam harvester, Morse Copperbolt, a senior engineering master from the Allworth Back Technology Laboratory, a dwarf in a cute skirt stood beside the farm, swearing to the people around him amidst the roar of the steam harvester.
Farmers promise that soon, perhaps in the new year, they will develop engineering products that can automate farming and watering.
Some sensitive farmhands feel the end is coming. Once these roaring steel machines become popular, who will hire them to harvest crops?
Of course, in the new era of ignorance, there are always people who have to make sacrifices, and those who will lose their jobs in the future due to the spread of machines and the cheap labor of the undead do not need to worry too much... Construction has begun in the Black Iron Zone
In the factory, there is always no shortage of jobs.
Probably the success of the steam harvester has made people start to accept new ideas. In short, in the past few days, the goblins who smell the smell of money have also taken action. They are promoting their mining equipment in the mines throughout the Defias Federal District.
, and even began to secretly imitate more convenient small harvesting robots and sell them to cash-strapped farmers at lower prices.
The gnomes are ambitiously planning to build the Defias Federal District's first hydroelectric power station at Thunder Falls outside Stormwind City. Of course, they are using more magical fantasy engineering ideas... Anyway, Terry
From those weird machines, Ang couldn't see any trace of the technology in his memory...
In the restored urban area of Stormwind City, some old people have become accustomed to getting up every morning, picking up a newspaper at the door, and reading about what happened in this new country, while those young people are reading every month in the city hall.
In a recruitment, you are looking for your own opportunities.
New officials were appointed, new land was reclaimed, new mining areas were discovered, businessmen discovered the wealth opportunities hidden in the black iron area, and even the most stubborn veterans began to form cliques in the House of Commons and began to use the new
way to fight for the right to bear arms.
The Defias Federal District is like a poor imitation, but it has already started on the right track of self-development from the beginning. It has many internal problems, but it is also working hard to solve them all on its own.
, it already has the ability to discover and solve problems on its own, and even the undead souls living among the living have begun to be accepted little by little.
They are not fierce or evil, they can also joke, they will also pair up to taste some newly developed "undead dishes", they will also listen to music in their free time, and they also have their own lives.
They just have different appearances, but they have the same soul, and the same soul will always resonate. It may take a long time to trigger this resonance, but it doesn't matter, time is always on the side of the undead.
Everyone is adapting to their new roles, and everyone is adapting to their new lives. They may still have some nostalgia for the past, but life must go on... One day, they will completely forget about Stormwind Kingdom or Ironforge.
His name has been erased from history, and he proudly calls himself a citizen of the "Defia Federation" or "Kaz Modan District".
Yes, one day.
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"There's new news about Nasa. Also, when are you going to read the newspaper?"
In the original garden area of Stormwind City, in a low-key mansion, Tyrion was reading today's newspaper, just like a bystander, observing the development of the entire Federal District from a third-party perspective, and like a female
Alleria, who was like a master, was standing with her hands on her hips, yelling at her somewhat lazy husband.
On the table behind the two of them, some undead maids are placing sumptuous dishes on the table. Those dishes are somewhat weird, exuding a strange aroma, and they look good, but you'd better not try to delve into them.
What are their ingredients... This is a dish that the living cannot taste and is specially prepared for the undead.
Of course, the taste simulated by using various toxins is actually quite good.
"I'll come right away, don't be angry."
Tyrion turned his head and showed an apologetic smile, then folded the newspaper in his hand and put it aside. He sat on the dining table by the window and put a piece of fat scorpion tail into his mouth, feeling the sweetness.
With a hint of spicy taste, he turned his head and looked out the window at the garden area. Some high-level knights on vacation were talking in twos and threes on the grass. There were also some drunkards and undead walking out of the garden area arm in arm. It looked like they were...
Going to have a drink.
The Garden District was originally the "noble district" in Stormwind City, but after the undead ruled here, it was transformed into the residence of high-level undead in the Defias Federal District. They privately gave the Garden District a new name.
, called "Midnight Garden", a very ambiguous name, and now, many humans call this place by this name.
The living are not prohibited from entering here, but currently, except for official officials and some bold businessmen, not many living people will take the initiative to enter here.
Although Van Cleef and his councilors have been working hard, the gap between the living and the dead is not so easy to eliminate, and Tyrion will not allow high-level undead to arbitrarily join the system of the living.
The spirits have their own social system and their own life circle. For example, during long vacations, many undead spirits will go on an excursion together... to see the places where they once lived.
"So, what did Nasa say?"
Tyrion returned his attention to the dishes in front of him. While he was tasting the deadly poisons, Alleria poured wine for the two of them and then said:
"Nasa has given the Syndicate the final instructions. Lothar will soon face a bad turmoil, but Nasa also said that she and Wolf found some druids in Gilneas. Those druids
I have a "sacred object" in my hand that can cure the werewolf disease."
"Druid? Heal?"
Tyrion frowned, put down the knife in his hand, and shook his head:
"The werewolf infection cannot be cured, because in the final analysis, it is not a disease at all, it is a power extending in the blood and soul, which is very similar to Sarain. As for the holy weapons held by the druids,
Thing... let me think about it, Scythe of Luna, right?"
Alleria nodded:
"According to rumors, it is indeed a sickle, but our people have not seen it with their own eyes."
"Yeah, I know, but those druids aren't a big problem."
Tyrion decomposed the Gila monster meat on the plate with a table knife. He dipped the meat pieces in the juice mixed with spider venom, and then said vaguely:
"Isn't Arugal always worried about how to deal with those first-generation werewolves who are crazy about breaking out of the seal? He doesn't need to worry. Let him take the "Book of Ur" to Gilneas and bring Lilar Fangfire to Gilneas.
Throw them into that land with those crazy and hopeless first-generation werewolf druids, and they will help us get rid of those druids."
"Then tell Nasa and Crow to observe the war closely and wait until the druids are defeated or the Moon God Scythe falls into the hands of Yahuo..."
Tyrion put a piece of meat into his mouth, and his eyes became colder:
"Kill him."
"Are they okay?"
Alleria said worriedly:
"Arugao said that Lilar Yahuo was a great druid who fought against demons 9,000 years ago. He and the druids under him are very powerful, and they only rely on Nassa and Crow..."
"I will send someone to help them."
Tyrion picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth:
"If everything goes well."
"Well, you've always made the decision on these things."
Alleria brushed her long hair and said to her husband:
"This time of relaxation is long enough. I will return to Draenor this afternoon. Dornan and Vanessa need someone to take care of them. The order of that world also needs to be maintained, especially the orcs of Nagrand and their tribe.
During the recovery process, perhaps some thoughts that should not have appeared will gradually appear. In addition, I found some clues about what you asked me to check last time."
The Blood Mistress took a sip of blood wine and said to Tyrion:
"In Shattrath City, my maid heard some rumors. It is said that before the demonic war in Draenor broke out, Turalyon, who studied the teachings of the Holy Light with Naru'adal, mysteriously disappeared and was never seen again.
But...at least in that city, no one has seen him."
"He was sent away by the Naaru, but no one knows where he was sent?"
Alleria's news made Tyrion a little worried. He rubbed his forehead. After a moment, he shook his head:
"Forget it, as long as we can guarantee that Turalyon will not appear in the short term, this itself is a very risky adventure. In addition, after a while, after we defeat the human legion in the Arathi Highlands, you may
It's time to return to Quel'Thalas, and if you don't want me to use my method to solve the problem, then you'd better start preparing now."
Tyrion stretched out his hand, held Alleria's cold fingers, and whispered softly:
"Whatever you want to do, take care of yourself, if you get hurt out there, I'm going to go crazy."
"Well, I know."
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After sending Alleria away, Tyrion was walking alone in Stormwind City at night. The rebuilt city was no different from before, but the lion emblems that were originally all over the city were replaced by black ones.
The emblem of Broken Blade, this city that originally accommodated nearly 500,000 people now only has a pitiful 50,000 people living there, so it looks very empty.
Especially at night, no one will take the initiative to approach certain dark corners of this city.
For example, cemetery.
The cemetery of Stormwind City is erected on the edge of the church area. Here are buried the past kings of the Wrynn family, as well as those warriors who sacrificed their lives for the country, as well as some members of the nobility. The civilian cemeteries are all on the periphery, and the cemeteries of those nobles,
It's deep in the cemetery.
When the undead entered the city, they did not destroy this place. Tyrion did not need these long-dead civilians to stand up and fight for him, so so far, the place has remained calm enough, and you can still see fresh bouquets of flowers on some tombstones.
.
But Tyrion came here this night not to express condolences to someone, but to wait for someone.
"clang"
At midnight, a strange sound rang in the heart of the death knight standing silently in the center of the cemetery, interrupting his meditation. Tyrion opened his ice-blue eyes and took a deep breath like a living person.
, then turned around, and with the sound of his robe being blown by the wind, a rune of the Word of Soul shattered in the palm of his hand.
In the unique vision, he finally saw the legendary angel for the first time... However, the wings of the angel in front of him were pure black, which perhaps meant that she did not come from heaven.
