The strategic discussion on Kalimdor has come to an end. Against the backdrop of the intensifying storm outside the window, in the abandoned palace of Lordaeron, the death lords began to summarize the details of this war. For the commanders,
It is very important. Although the new round of armament replacement has just been completed, it does not mean that the armament system of Dark Blade will be fixed.
After all, several large-scale military laboratories maintained at a high price in the Black Iron Business District have been designing new war weapons one after another. Whether these strange weapons can be put to use depends on the frontline commanders.
"The newly installed "Bison" melee shotgun performed very well on the battlefield. This simple-to-operate, powerful weapon is a great decision to distribute to basic combat units. It greatly enhances the combat capabilities of the undead infantry.
Coupled with high-explosive grenades, this is enough to allow our infantry to more than double their combat effectiveness."
Grokush first praised the new ax gun, and then took out his dark gold shotgun from his feet and threw it on the table. Judging from his expression, it was clear that the Death Lord was not interested in this weapon.
satisfy.
"This kind of "Siren" shotgun distributed by officers is also very powerful, but to be honest, the improvement of the combat effectiveness of high-level knights is very limited. After all, we are warriors on the magic side. This kind of pure engineering weapon is very
It is difficult to integrate into our combat skills. If it is transformed into a long-range weapon that can be driven by death energy, I think the effect will be better."
"Well, I think so too. The power of this thing is a bit weak."
Saurfang glanced at the dark gold, iron box-shaped weapon designed to be very simple, and he expressed support for Grokush's statement.
"The laboratories in the Black Iron Zone are making attempts in this area...but I don't have much hope for this."
Governor Myra moved his fingers and said to the two death lords:
"The internal structure and design principles of this shooting weapon have been decided. No matter how much it is modified, it will be difficult to satisfy high-level knights. Therefore, the second plan proposed by the dwarfs and goblins is to modify the improved version.
The "Siren" shotgun is distributed to lower-level knights as a secondary weapon, and then new equipment is distributed to high-level knights at the command level...it is the "sergeant type" power armor distributed to you this time.
It has been field tested."
"Of course, if it is to be distributed to the entire army, it will definitely be downgraded and modified. Otherwise, based on the current cost of nearly 150,000 gold coins per unit, our entire economic system will collapse."
"Huh? Those power armors?"
Luminas's eyes lit up and she whispered:
"It's finally interesting. I have already imagined the scene of hundreds of power armor warriors charging together. There is probably no city on this continent that can block the surprise attack of those mechanical beasts."
"Then you'd better not have too high expectations."
Myra shrugged and said to her girlfriend:
"It will take at least five years for that thing to spread to every battle group. After all, it is a breakthrough product in the overall concept of engineering. The manufacturing speed of some of its parts is very slow. According to Hesso and Ovo
Spark's expectation is that only after the industrial machine tools and assembly line systems are upgraded again in the Black Iron Zone, the production speed and unit price of those armors can catch up with the level of our expected plan."
As he spoke, Myra glanced at Tyrion and said:
"This is a very, very big project."
"It's okay, we can wait."
Tyrion said decisively: "In recent years, there should be no wars that require full mobilization, so it can be equipped to a few battle groups first, mainly those that are about to go to the continent of Northrend. We must ensure that their
Overall combat effectiveness.”
"Well, I will coordinate the internal operations of the Black Iron Zone."
Myra nodded.
"There is another question about the newly equipped rapid-fire cannons and howitzers that the Dark Blade is currently equipped with."
Rogelio knocked on the table:
"The level of firepower projection of the artillery units is satisfactory. The only flaw is their movement speed. It is difficult to keep up with the ground troops advancing at full speed. This coastal war has proved this. The ground troops have been fighting for 20 minutes.
After that, the main artillery force was ready to enter the battlefield."
"And there is another question about the steam tanks distributed to each battle group. Their weapon deterrence becomes insignificant after the replacement is completed. The only praiseworthy thing is their armor defense and movement speed...
So what I’m thinking is, can artillery and steam tanks be combined to form a new type of war weapon with strong defense and firepower?”
"Well, in theory it can."
Myra rubbed his forehead, as if he was remembering something. After a moment, he said to Rogelio:
"I seem to have seen a research application in this area submitted by a small laboratory a few days ago, but their idea is to mount heavy artillery on an airship that moves in the sky. So, I will sign this research application when I go back
,According to the current scientific research speed in the Black Iron Zone, research results will appear in about 2-3 months."
"No problem, the artillery units will be transferred to Hinterland and Arathi to rest and recuperate. We have enough time to wait."
Rogelio nodded slightly, and then another study on war was arranged.
"So, that's all we have to say."
Tyrion leaned back on the chair, looked at the lords in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"The Battle of Northern Xinjiang has completely ended. No matter what happened in the past, but now, our thoughts have been reunited, and the ideological differences within the Dark Blade have been integrated. We have always recruited our companions on a voluntary basis. Our consciousness
And thinking is free, this is a fine tradition worth cherishing, and it is also the most important symbol that distinguishes us from monsters. I sincerely hope that this unity can last longer..."
"What happened to Khadgar and Danas is an out-and-out tragedy. I hope it will never happen again. I hope that no matter what problems we encounter in the future, we can get together, discuss and solve them..."
Tyrion intertwined his fingers and his mind was running rapidly:
"The most important thing that Dark Blade will do next in the Eastern Continent is to help the Defias Federation complete this "big immigration", as well as the industrial upgrading of the Black Iron District, and the parliamentary system of the Khaz Modan District.
Establishment, including the pioneering work of the Dusk Federation and Swamp of Sorrows, as well as commercial connections and operations in the worlds of Azeroth and Draenor."
"There are many things to do. In the next period of time, those of you who are accustomed to holding weapons must learn to hold the pen properly. The undead can not only destroy and destroy, but we must also integrate
In the construction of civilization, the new civilization of the Federation not only belongs to humans, but the undead should also be part of it."
"This will also be the destination of Dark Blade and the civilization of Dark Blade."
"etc!"
Yirel, who was feeling drowsy after hearing this, suddenly shivered. She supported her chin with her left hand, looked at her companions, and said loudly:
"There is still a very important matter that has not been resolved... If Lord Tyrion no longer serves as the king of the Dark Blade, and if the Dark Blade Legion really does not have the title of king from now on... then, what should we do?
What should I call you? I can’t just call you Tyrion in public, right?”
"Well, what Yrel said makes sense."
Serent rubbed his chin and nodded with deep approval:
"No matter what we think internally, at least in the eyes of living beings, you are still the leader of the Dark Blade Undead. You must have a title that matches your status, even if it is an honorary title."
"The Grand Speaker? The Chief Judge? Or something cooler..."
Luminas held her hair and thought hard for a few seconds, then looked at Tyrion:
"Warmaster of the Dawnblade?"
"Or according to the tradition of our Draenei people, call it Archon? Great Cathedral?"
Yrel also joined in with wide eyes:
"And, I seem to remember that the names for those great ones in our history are quite appropriate, the Chosen Ones?"
"I think it's more appropriate to call him War Overseer."
Grokush stretched out his finger and tapped it in the air:
"This is a name that transcends the lord."
This noisy and interesting discussion lasted for a long time. Tyrion watched expressionlessly as his friends called him weird names one after another until he completely lost interest in listening.
Waving his hand to interrupt the argument of these open-minded guys, he said softly:
"Just call it what it was when we first arrived in the world of Draenor."
"Call me...high lord."
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"No!"
In the dark night in a foreign land, a sudden exclamation broke the tranquility in the room. As if he had been attacked, Alsace sat up suddenly from the bed. He breathed heavily and searched quickly with his fingers in the darkness.
Finally, he grabbed the hilt of the long sword lying beside the bed.
The moment he grasped the cold weapon, the hesitation and fear in the young king's heart were dispelled bit by bit. He looked at the slightly unfamiliar room in front of him. In his daze, he heard the movement and rushed in quickly with a lantern.
Farric, the captain of the guard in the room, saw that the king was safe. He took a deep breath and lit the candle.
As the light filled the dark room little by little, Alsace seemed to have returned to his senses. He walked out of bed, holding a long sword and wearing pajamas, staggeringly leaning against the window, and then casually
Picking up the half bottle of wine on the table, it was the best "drug" he used to hypnotize.
Outside the window is a calm sea, like a black mirror reflecting starlight, and the starry sky above his head seems to be different from the starry sky in his memory. This is natural, because he has left the hometown where he grew up.
He is now on the other side of the endless sea, on a land that makes him feel strange and frightened.
Kalimdor, Thorntooth City, is a commercial city built by the goblins of the Steamwheedle Consortium on the coast of the Barrens. It is also the closest port to Kalimdor from Kul Tiras, and it is also the closest port to Dust.
The only way to pass through the mud swamp.
The civilians of Lordaeron who escaped from northern Xinjiang are currently temporarily resettled in Stormsong Valley in Kul Tiras. There are nearly 3 million homeless refugees from other kingdoms. Because the night elves promised to humans
The new territories of the empire are all unexplored and wild lands, so before the advance army can handle everything, the civilians will have to stay in the island country for a while.
Now the human empire is facing a very difficult situation. After losing the human emperor Lothar and those mature and prudent kings, almost every country is in charge of some young people, and the citizens have just gone through a tragic war. They
I was filled with fear and anxiety, as the time had come to test the abilities of these young kings.
If the young rulers cannot prepare a new resting place for their people before they are overwhelmed by the fear in their hearts, then the human empire will be completely over.
This is also the reason why Arthas appeared in Jingtooth City. There are only four short days until the end of the final war in Northern Xinjiang, but Arthas doesn't have much time to rest. He must take Rodan with him.
Ren's legions with fighting strength went to Dustwallow Marsh to join King Garin Trollbane, and in the swamp near the sea, they built the first city of the new era of the Human Empire.
"Your Majesty, you should rest. You have to go on a journey tomorrow."
The loyal captain of the guard, Farric, looked at His Majesty the King, who had been unusually silent recently. He persuaded with some worry: "You can no longer fall asleep with alcohol. This thing will affect your judgment."
"By the Holy Light, please let me be quiet for one night, Farric."
His Majesty Alsace waved his hand impatiently:
"Come out and let me be quiet, okay?"
The captain of the guard wanted to say something more, but considering the quarrel this afternoon, he finally sighed and left the room quietly. The moment the door closed, Alsace, who was unshaven and looked extremely tired,
Shaking his head, he raised his hand, and the cold wine poured down his throat into his intestines and stomach. The spicy feeling made the scene in front of him start to shake.
He couldn't help but recall the exchange he had with his father... and Terenas Menethil, one of the Forgotten Kings, on the battlefield on the north coast on the night he left Northern Territory.
..
"Father, I...how can I save your soul? How can I save your kingdom..."
Alsace murmured to himself, and as the wine poured into his throat bit by bit, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until at a certain moment, the young and mentally haggard king lay on the sofa of the goblins.
, the moment he closed his eyes in a daze, another scene appeared in front of him.
It was a scene of whistling falling snow blowing in the strong wind. Alsace saw in a trance the endless undead souls entrenched on the entire continent, as well as the tall tower standing in the dark ice and snow, and the tower at the top.
In the Ice Throne, there is a faint and dark light shining in the frozen ice.
In front of the throne, there is a magic sword suspended above the snow, shining with pale light. Just like the dark magic sword in Tyrion's hand, it is exuding endless... power.
"Come, come, Arthas Menethil, your weapons have been wiped clean, your legions are ready to go... Come, become the king, and then take back the land and... glory you lost."
"If you want to defeat the devil, you must first become a devil... This is a great and glorious sacrifice. Use yourself as a sacrifice to win the future for your people and civilization, just like Lothar, just like yours.
Just like my father..."
"Come, young king, the future you want...is already in your hands."
