"The demons that landed in the Western Wilderness have been defeated. The remaining demons are fleeing to other areas, but they are out of control. There are garrison troops everywhere waiting for them. Soon, this land will calm down."
When the threat of demons enveloped the entire world, Stormwind City in southern Xinjiang remained calm, as if external affairs could not affect the core area ruled by the Dark Blade Legion.
Tyrion was drowsy while leaning on the recliner. The impact of the realm of death on his soul and will was greater than imagined. He needed a period of training to regain his energy. And beside him, Defias
The Speaker of the Federal District, Tyrion's old acquaintance, Mr. Van Cleef, who is now completely showing signs of baldness, is sitting on a chair drinking hot tea.
Judging from his hurried manner, he seemed to have just returned from somewhere else.
"The mood of the people in the Western Wilderness is relatively stable. They saw with their own eyes the scene of the Dark Blade Legion fighting the demons. From their tone and demeanor, they have a deeper sense of belonging to the Federal District."
A trace of satisfaction flashed across the face of the wily speaker, and he said softly:
"The Farmers Union is strongly urging Congress to increase the number of Black Blade soldiers in the Westfall. It seems that our people are really frightened."
"But that is not enough, Van Cleef, my old friend."
Tyrion rubbed his forehead, trying to weaken the voice echoing in his mind, and he said:
"Just a temporary crisis is not enough to make our people realize how happy their lives are. The war in northern Xinjiang will soon enter a confrontation period. I have an idea that, while ensuring safety, we can make our people realize how happy they are.
Members of Parliament, as well as some people’s representatives, went to northern Xinjiang to take a look.”
The Dark Blade King's voice was low and calm, not at all as impassioned as the great hero who had just saved the world. After killing the great demon that tried to invade the world, he hardly took much rest before entering his daily routine again.
At work.
"Official propaganda will always be interpreted as concealing the truth. The people's curiosity about the "truth" cannot be suppressed. They are eager to see the reality under those worlds, but unfortunately, the people only believe their own eyes, even though
Many times, their eyes cannot see the real truth... But it doesn't matter, let our people get out of our shelters and see the cruel world outside..."
"Well, that makes sense."
Speaker Van Cleef, who has grown into a qualified politician, stroked the beard on his chin and said thoughtfully:
"A condolence group, or several groups, can send out those congressmen and representatives who are strongly wary of the federation to see the living conditions of the compatriots in northern Xinjiang who have been attacked by demons. After all, they are our compatriots and are living in
Under the comparison of environments, our people will naturally make choices..."
"Yes, you are all human beings, with the same blood flowing in your veins. You should not be forcibly separated into two camps by different civilization systems. If we flaunt that the rule of the Federation is more civilized than the Empire, then we should show ourselves
The civilized side..."
Tyrion picked up a cigarette casually. He had never touched these things before, and it was difficult for the undead to have the pleasure of smoking. However, not long ago, his good friend Zangir in Stranglethorn Vale sent some "added"
"Material" cigarettes, these little things have quickly become the most popular snacks within the Dark Blade Legion.
The King of Dark Blade rolled his cigarette on the candlestick and lit it, then took a deep breath of smoke. He was not an old smoker, so when the pungent gas entered his body, he had a strange feeling of being choked.
, but as the cigarette burned, the strange aroma made his groggy brain sober up.
"Fu"
Tyrion blew out a mouthful of pale smoke. Undead do not need to breathe, so the way they smoke is different from humans. They will not be immersed in the addictive nature of tobacco. On the contrary, what they enjoy is just the content in the cigarette.
That spicy and soul-calming feeling.
"In Gilneas, under the protection of your masked werewolf brothers, there are nearly 100,000 civilians displaced by the ravages of the undead. When the war in northern Xinjiang calms down, they will be sent back to southern Xinjiang. I
I hope that the Federation can absorb these populations as quickly as possible, because after them, after complete peace in northern Xinjiang, the werewolves of Gilneas will also be integrated into the Federation system."
Tyrion looked at Speaker Van Cleef and said:
"I know that our people have experienced the feeling of freedom, but I don't want them to have racial discrimination. I can guarantee that those werewolves can control their inner rage, and they will also become an important part of the population of the Federal District in the future.
, Speaking of which, are those plans in the South China Sea going smoothly?"
"It went smoothly. The pirates sent back thousands of people one after another. We didn't place those predatory guys in Westfall or Goldshire. We sent them to Redridge Mountain, which is the Federal District.
In a place with the toughest folk customs, the mountain people there will not be polite to these stinky pirates. Under their "education", it may only take a few years for the plundered sea people to become law-abiding people.
.”
The Speaker also lit a piece of human tobacco, and the two men puffed away and discussed the future of the Federation in their imaginations.
"What I'm more worried about now is the demons. You said that there will be no large-scale invasion by demons in the later period, but small-scale infiltrations will spread throughout the world, which means that the Federal District will inevitably be affected."
The speaker flicked the ashes of his cigarette and proposed an immature idea of his own:
"Perhaps, we can relax the restrictions on civilians holding weapons and let the people protect themselves."
"Well...this idea is very risky, Mr. Speaker."
Tyrion shook his head:
"An untrained adult, even if he is armed with the most advanced continuous-fire machine cannon in the Black Iron Zone, would be hard-pressed to confront an arrogant Demon Guard head-on. You have also been on the battlefield, Edwin. Many times, the outcome is determined.
It’s not about the quality of the weapon, but about the warrior’s mind and will. From this aspect, civilians are at an extreme disadvantage compared to demons.”
"I cannot hand over highly destructive military weapons to our people who are not ready yet. Therefore, the restrictions on civilian possession of weapons should not change for at least the next five years. Medium-caliber shotguns, and
Downgraded muskets are the bottom line for civilians to hold weapons. The dwarf craftsmen in the Black Iron District are recently developing some civilian pistols that can be used for self-defense. I believe that these are enough to meet the people's needs for self-security."
"If they encounter low-level demons while working, then a few shotguns will be enough to be honest. Low-level demons are not as scary as you think. Besides, the federation is not peaceful either. During this sensitive period,
Relaxing the restrictions on weapons is too risky. The undead themselves are not afraid of firearms, but you are different."
The King of Dark Blade put his cigarette in front of his eyes and looked at it. As the flame flickered, he said:
"But what you said makes sense. The uneasiness in the people's hearts will eventually turn into the seeds of chaos, and then be abused by some people who are unwilling to be left alone. Since the people have needs, then we should satisfy them... Well, in recent times
, I will notify the garrison corps in various places to open the special wartime supply system."
"If people feel that they are not safe, they can rent undead infantry from the Dark Blade military supply offices in various places with proof of identity and a certificate issued by the town, and pay a certain amount of money. A family can hold up to 20 undead infantry as guards.
The duration is 1 month, and the contract can be renewed when it expires... The 20 undead infantry, after forming a battle formation, can resist at least twice the attacks of low-level demons or single-digit high-level demons, and win for the people.
Time to evacuate or wait for support.”
"What if some people want to keep these foot soldiers permanently?"
Speaker Edman Van Cleef made a little joke. He smoked a cigarette, coughed twice, and said with a smile:
"I don't think that after seeing the loyalty and reliability of the undead infantry, those rich people will continue to hire less reliable bodyguards."
"Permanent retention?"
A smile appeared on Tyrion's lips. He pondered for a moment and nodded:
"Okay, you may not know, Mr. Speaker, although the undead infantry are at the bottom of the Dark Blade military system, they also have their own weak thinking and reason. As long as the people can rely on themselves and reach a consensus with the undead infantry, we
I don’t mind if they retain those reliable guards forever... Of course, for the sake of federal finances, if you want to retain an undead infantry, you may have to pay a sky-high tax."
"After all, undead infantry are also a special weapon, and if their consciousness awakens and enters the category of lower-level knights, they will be much more dangerous than weapons such as continuous-fire machine guns."
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After seeing off the Speaker, who was always in a hurry walking around the Federation, Tyrion was the only one left in the peaceful mansion.
His wife and children were still on vacation in the world of Draenor, and most of his subordinates were sent to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang to fight demons. He was supposed to be there, but unexpected circumstances forced him to rest for a while.
Fortunately, every lord of the Dark Blade Legion is wise enough to handle the crisis, unlike the lords of the Scourge Legion, who are not as passive. This can also allow Tyrion to rest in peace.
He did not bring an escort and put on a set of black casual clothes. In the dusk of the afternoon, he walked slowly on the renovated church square in Stormwind City. Under the ruling system of Dark Blade, there is no longer official worship of gods.
However, the faith among the people did not receive many prophets. On the edge of the original church square, a simple small church was rebuilt. There were only a few priests there, the most famous of whom was the former Paladin of the West Wilderness.
Sir.
Grian Stallman, the once brave and proficient paladin, put down his weapons, took off his armor, put on the priest's robes, picked up the sacred scriptures, and began to spread the word on the land ruled by the undead.
Because of his belief in the Holy Light, he originally thought that his actions would be hostile to the undead, but he was not. On the contrary, at night, some weird death knights would even come to sit in the church for a while.
Of course, these knights did not come to convert to the Holy Light, they just came to this church to recall their past lives.
At first, Pastor Stallman couldn't accept this kind of scene, but now, he has got used to it. Today is the day of preaching. Many civilians gathered in front of the small church, and Pastor Stallman was beside his assistant.
With help, the teachings of the Holy Light were spread to the common people.
Speaking of which, Pastor Stallman’s assistant is no ordinary person. His name is Morgan Moradim, a paladin veteran from Night Town. When the Kingdom of Stormwind fell a few years ago, he and Chief Stallman
"Surrender" together, now, Pastor Moradim has a perfect family. Their family lives in the old city of Stormwind City. A year ago, Pastor Moradim also had a lovely daughter.
He named her...Lola. This once fierce warrior was no longer so powerful. People could often see the smiling Priest Moradim taking his wife and children in the storm at dusk.
Go fishing at the city port and enjoy your own family fun.
Tyrion mingled among the crowd and listened to the entire sermon, which was not a profound one. He could feel the sincerity of the people around him, but he did not get angry because of it, or immediately drew his sword to completely destroy the church in front of him.
Because there is no need...
The Holy Light itself is a neutral force without emotions. It will only be filled with a special will because it is the carrier of power. In other words, maybe one day in the future, there will also be Paladins in the Dark Blade Legion, those who protect the Federation.
The warriors who voluntarily stood up to fight to protect their homeland, followed the Holy Light Warriors behind Tyrion.
To be honest, he was looking forward to that day.
A moment later, Tyrion came to the secret room under the church square. He had made many decisions here, some of which had a profound impact on the world. The existence of this secret room was also a secret within the Dark Blade Legion.
.
In front of the Dark Blade King, a special wooden coffin made of wood with runes carved on it was placed in the darkness. Under the open wooden coffin, there was a trace of dark liquid at the bottom, or rather
Weird gas is floating endlessly.
"Are you really going to do this?"
Valkyr Agatha of Tyrion stood next to the wooden coffin, with a hint of worry in her tone:
"You have to understand, Tyrion, this method of enhancing soul power is only theoretical...and Apocalypse, do you really believe in the promise of that magic blade?"
"why not?"
Tyrion took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. He looked at the wooden coffin in front of him. At the end of the wooden coffin, the magic blade burning with black fire and undergoing self-upgrading made a low hum.
The next moment, Tyrion closed his eyes and lay down in the wooden coffin.
"Wow"
Agatha hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she reached out and placed the heavy lid on the wooden coffin. The light in Tyrion's eyes completely dissipated. In the darkness, his body slowly sank.
