The death lords who secretly returned here have returned to their respective jurisdictions last night with new and heavy missions. The battlefield in Arathi Highlands still maintains a tense confrontation, but the commander of the undead already knows that, in a substantial sense,
The war has come to an end, and in the next period of time, the Dark Blade will become silent again and begin to nurture internal power.
Several engineering laboratories in the Black Iron District have received a large number of military orders. In addition to the surge in demand for the latest artillery, there are also some new weapons proposed by the military, including those for individual soldiers, which are cheap but powerful.
Huge self-destruct grenades, including upgrades of the steam tanks used extensively by the Empire, as well as some extremely powerful destructive weapons.
The amount of demand was so large that it far exceeded the limit that the existing laboratories could bear. So for a time, whether it was dwarf engineering or goblin engineering, both circles seemed to be left behind.
It boils like a depth bomb, and new engineers rush to Darkforge City every day. The foundry workshop of the Dark Iron dwarves, which was already operating at full capacity, has begun to work even crazier overtime with the support of huge profits.
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A new foundry area was quickly built in the ruins of Blackstone Tower, and the big merchants of the Dark Iron Dwarves even sent flyers recruiting technicians to the most remote western wilderness of the Defias Federal District, almost waving banknotes.
Those farm laborers who lost their jobs due to the appearance of undead laborers were invited to their factories.
Of course, this is not because of kindness, but because of a very real problem... Undead labor is cheap. If possible, the big bosses would like to fire every worker who needs wages and vacations. But the problem is that undead labor can only
The most rudimentary industrial manufacturing is carried out mechanically. Once it involves tedious positions that require pioneering work, the undead are obviously not suitable.
For example, maintenance and repair of machinery, inspection of product quality, design work, and some raw material deployment work, all of which require the thinking of a living person.
Although the gnomes initially refused to develop lethal weapons for the Dark Blade Legion, as the reconstruction of the technological city of Gnomeregan began, the gnomes needed a lot of money to complete the upgrade and transformation of their hometown.
, in a system full of competition, there is no such thing as friendly support.
The gnomes needed money and had to earn it themselves. So after learning from the experience, some adventurous gnomes secretly began to develop weapons with the acquiescence of the Council of Craftsmen. This also resulted in weapons that had always been monopolized by the goblins.
New competition was injected into the development world, and for a time, the contradiction between the two short races became increasingly acute.
If you are an old resident of the Black Iron District, then you only need to walk around the streets every day, and you will see at least several drunken dwarfs and goblin engineers fighting in the streets and alleys. These two are weak.
The fights between different races like novices pecking each other have almost become the "repertoire" of Shadowforge City.
The High Council of the Defias Federal District was called to the Midnight Garden. After a day of meetings behind closed doors, they began to build wartime bunkers in various areas. Of course, this was done in secret from civilians. Officials began
The hoarding of food and sufficient daily necessities caused market prices in the entire federal district to fluctuate for a while.
Some people with brains have guessed the shadow of a larger-scale war, and the House of Commons is arguing about this matter every day. The people who have become accustomed to the new system want to see the truth, but they have no choice but to do some things.
Not ready to accept it yet.
In the Khaz Modan area, the conflict between the immigrant Dark Iron dwarves and the local Bronzebeard dwarves was also forcibly stopped. With official intervention, Ironforge, which was severely damaged by the war, began to rebuild.
After repairs, the secret passage leading to the mountainous area of Khaz Modan was also discovered, and the undead began to clean up the entire Khaz Modan area, removing those frost-tailed trolls who had escaped the war and survived, as well as some
Unwilling to be controlled, members of the dwarf resistance organization were arrested and imprisoned.
The Great Forge was restarted, and some dwarves who recognized the reality began to actively work for the undead to earn wealth. A steady stream of weapons were produced and sent to legions everywhere. In the ninth year of its establishment, the Dark Blade Legion
, finally feel rich, the undead infantry who have been tested in several wars have received new armor and weapons, and finally no longer have to wield bone knives and wooden shields to fight the enemy.
The two battle groups were transferred back to the defense of Draenor. Although the space rift in the sky of that small world has shrunk to the point where it cannot allow large portals to be easily opened, once the demons invade Azeroth, it is difficult to say that Archimonde
Do you think about the world of Draenor where the demons were defeated, so Tyrion must also do a good job of defense in his base camp?
It is worth mentioning that the golem factory belonging to the Dark Iron dwarves that was transferred to the world of Draenor is in a stage of healthy development. The number of golems currently stored in Dark Blade has reached an astonishing number. If
Demons have once again invaded this world, and what will greet them may be an army of golems with bodies of steel and rock that cannot feel pain or fear.
In the mansion of Midnight Garden, Tyrion was looking through the summary of the situation in various regions this month. Although there are underground organizations resisting the rule of the undead in every place, Tyrion has become accustomed to turning a blind eye, unless there is news from the frontline battlefield.
News of the undead's defeat, otherwise these small resistance organizations would not be able to become powerful.
But just when he was about to finish reading, in the shadow behind him, an endless darkness surged. After a moment, a strange thing jumped out of the darkness. It was suspended in the air, like something
Like a mutated octopus, it has a purple head and is dotted with golden pendants. The four tentacles dance in the air, hovering closer to Tyrion little by little.
The Dark Blade King didn't seem to feel this guy. After waiting for a moment, this ugly and twisted creature seemed to be unable to suppress some kind of greed in his heart. While its tentacles were dancing crazily, it moved towards Tyrion's head.
The brain jumped over.
"puff"
The disgusting juice splashed everywhere. The moment it approached Tyrion, the dark thing seemed to have been torn apart by a dozen sharp knives. The corrosive juice splashed in the air, and was cut into pieces by an invisible streak.
The walls blocked them, and finally they were scattered bit by bit on the ground.
It was only then that the Dark Blade King turned around and looked at the shadow demon that had turned into a disgusting ball of minced meat. This thing was the messenger of the shadow. For the priests who controlled the power of the shadow, this thing was the servant who represented their will.
, obviously a monster immersed in the power of the void.
Tyrion stretched out his hand, and between the beating of dark red lines, a black crystal was taken out from the minced meat. He put it to his ear, and at this moment Xal'atath's sneaky and low voice
Rings:
"Good reflexes. It seems that I have to be better prepared to attack you... My messenger brought you a message. There is movement in N'Zoth. Those Nagas are gathering somewhere under the sea.
, Obviously, they are preparing to attack an important person, N'zoth is very interested in his soul, and I heard that that guy has an unfinished contract with you..."
"Dailin?"
Tyrion's eyes narrowed. He stood up, threw aside the work in his hands, and strode out of the room. The black crystal shone like snowflakes that met the sun, melting quickly.
But a faint spatial coordinate has been imprinted in Tyrion's mind.
"Daelin Proudmoore...I have been waiting for too long. Your soul, the treasure of the son of the sea, the will that shines with endless light and endless brilliance, is a treasure that can only belong to me! There is still one
Others dare to stretch out their hands in front of me...they are..."
"Seeking death!!!"
"Khadgar, get your weapons ready, get Saurfang ready for battle, and then come pick me up... We have to go out."
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On the other side, on the endless sea, Dai Lin's fleet was slowly moving forward in the night. Some off-duty sailors were leaning on the deck drinking wine. Someone sang a song, which was very vulgar, but in this dead night,
Along with the surging waves, it can make people feel good.
Dai Lin, who couldn't sleep, stood in his cabin, looking out the window through the copper-green framed glass at the calm sea shrouded in starlight and dark sky. Every time he sailed on the sea, all his worries would disappear.
The smoke disappeared, just as he said himself, he may be a born son of the sea. His life, his soul, and everything about him are gifts from the sea.
But tonight, this sea has become a little stranger.
The magic deployed by the Tide Sage on the battleship made any waves approaching the Sea King Power disappear. The ship sailed on the water as smoothly as if it were on the earth, and there was no dizziness at all.
But the fluctuations in magic power of the magic circle arranged by the tide sages also covered up the shadows slowly rising from the sea on this quiet night.
They were strange creatures that were swimming fast in the dark water, like fish or sea snakes. Most of their soft bodies were light green, with bright dorsal fins. The women could still see their beautiful faces.
The man simply turned into a twisted face, like a snake, but if you look closely at that face, you can see that there is a trace of the outline of a dragon.
There were so many of them, as if they were endless, pouring out from the dim shadows of the sea floor, making no sound as they swam, holding gleaming tridents in their hands, or lingering in the water's light.
The staff, with traces of thunderous light beating on it.
Behind those ant-like Nagas, there is a huge octopus monster that seems to crawl out of the abyss. Ordinary octopuses, even the king octopus in the sea, will not be so huge.
Judging from the horny skin with purple rune spots lingering on its surface, this guy must have some unique blood in his body.
Bloodline from the abyss.
On the bottom of the sea, you can see the fleet sailing forward quickly on the sea above your head. Those soft Nagas silently follow the fleet. The commanders of this operation are Queen Azshara's two personal maids, the powerful sea witches.
Lady Nazgar and the Siren Vashj were commanding the warriors loyal to Queen Azshara underwater, surrounding the fleet from all sides.
As high-level Nagas, the upper bodies of these two ladies still retain the coquettishness and beauty of when they were upper-class elves, but the thick snake tails destroyed this beauty. Vashki held a war bow in his hand and faced the sea witch in the dark water.
Zigar nodded, and then disappeared silently into the darkness. She was a powerful assassin, and the first wave of attacks in this operation would be launched by Vashj.
The sea began to churn, and this scene immediately caught Dai Lin's attention. He opened the window and looked under the sea. When he faintly saw a dark shadow passing by in the starlight, Dai Lin's eyes
It immediately became dangerous.
As a maritime power, Kul Tiras has had many interactions with Naga. The Tide Empire from under the deep sea has been trying to control the entire world's endless sea, but Naga rarely takes the initiative to attack an entire fleet, especially
It was when the fleet was protected by the Tide Sages who could also control the power of the sea.
"Sound the alarm!"
Dai Lin rushed out of the room and shouted to the Lord Waycrest beside him, but before the alarm bell of the King of the Sea rang, a huge, thunderous noise at the rear of the battleship attracted everyone.
gaze.
Dai Lin pushed away the sailor who was protecting him and ran to the deck. When he looked back, a scene that only appeared in nightmares appeared in front of him.
The last ship in the fleet, the troop transport filled with Kul Tiran sailors, was tightly tied from the bottom of the sea by eight huge tentacles covered with spikes and suckers. In the rhythm of the waves of the sea,
Amid the horrified roars of the sailors, the ship was being forcibly pulled into the sea bit by bit by the terrifying sea beast.
"Fire! Fire!"
Dai Lin roared angrily, but before the sailors opened fire, the ship was torn from the center with a huge vibration. At the moment countless sailors fell into the cold sea, along with the wreckage of the ship that was broken into two pieces
, was dragged by the tentacles into the endless rolling sea of darkness.
And the endless Nagas also rushed out from under the sea at this moment. The sky over the ocean became gloomy. Amidst the sharp chanting of the sea witches, muffled thunder sounded, followed by dazzling lightning falling from the sky.
In the light of that lightning, the entire battlefield was illuminated, along with Dai Lin's angry face.
They were ambushed...ambushed by their despicable enemies on the open sea.