Heavy raindrops beat wildly between the trees in the Dustwallow Swamp. In this sudden heavy rain, every leaf in this hot and humid land covered with swamps was trembling. It was obviously impossible to work in such weather.
, therefore, the human immigrants who built a city in the southeast of Dustwallow Marsh can finally take a break from their busy work.
Well, although in this kind of weather that was once rare in the human empire, most people have trouble falling asleep.
But leisure time is always precious, especially for a group of immigrants who come from afar. The daily complicated work has already exhausted everyone, not to mention the poor logistics here.
Except for the group of people who were originally fishermen, the situation of eating fish for three meals a day really made people lose interest in this boring life.
But in general, the life of the first batch of imperial people who came to Kalimdor to open up the wilderness was not bad, at least much better than the situation of the orcs who came here a few years ago.
At least they brought enough supplies. In the bay outside the station, there were several ships docked for people to rest. The immigrants did not need to build everything from scratch with their bare hands. The only complaint of the hard-working imperial people was that
Dustwallow Marsh is just a bad climate.
It’s no wonder that the Imperial people are spoiled. You have to know that even those rough-skinned orcs did not choose to build their new home in Dustwallow Swamp when they first migrated to Kalimdor, because even the orcs
People couldn't stand the bad weather in this terrible place that changed every day, so they preferred to build a city on the more desolate red land of Durotar.
At least there won't be big floods that destroy everything due to many days of rain, and Durotar doesn't have those nasty poisonous insects that live among the trees. Just one bite is enough to poison people to death.
Yes, this is Dustwallow Swamp, a strange place with rich products, poor environment, and the overall ecology is so wild and primitive that it is unbearable, but it also has a lot of land that can be cultivated. It is also the northernmost point of the new territory of the Human Empire.
...the first new land that the Imperial people who lost their hometown set foot on.
Speaking of which, the night elves are quite generous. The combined area of the three new territories they "leased" to the human empire is almost comparable to that of the Northern Territory. The problem is that these three areas are all wilderness areas.
Just like Durotar and the Barrens where the orcs live, they are both barren lands that even the night elves who occupy the entire Kalimdor don't want to take a look at.
However, there are many barbarians living in these three areas that trouble the night elves, so the generous leasing of these three areas to the human empire fully demonstrates that the night elves who live in seclusion in Mount Hyjal
They are smart and talented... These guys who have lived in seclusion for ten thousand years are not so easy to fool.
"Damn the rain! Damn the swamp! Damn the crocodiles...damn everything!"
Garin Trollbane walked into his room cursing. The young king grabbed his hat and twisted it on the basin next to him. A stream of cold rainwater flowed from the gorgeous hat.
, and the muddy footprints spreading out behind him fully proved the king's current embarrassing posture.
It has been a full month since we arrived at Dustwallow Swamp. In this month, this ghost place has completely transformed the originally gentle King Garin into a rude and neurotic ruler. This is not his fault.
The king, who grew up in the Arathi Highlands with the mildest climate since childhood, had never been to such a remote place, let alone that he would rule here in the future.
Thinking of this terrible future, Galin almost felt like he was going crazy, and the saddest thing was...he couldn't refuse this future, he had no right to refuse.
"Your Majesty, the letter just arrived from Kul Tiras. This is an autographed letter from the Chaldean protagonist and Countess Presto. The immigration fleet from the Kingdom of Stormwind will arrive at the coast of Thousand Needles in 10 days. Stormwind
The kingdom official requested us to support some supplies."
Galin had just taken a bath and changed his clothes with the help of his maid. Before he had time to rest, his bodyguard walked into the room and placed a thick stack of letters on the table in front of the king.
"Fu"
Garin lit his pipe without caring. In a ghost place like Dustwallow Marsh, he would not have much enjoyment as a king, and tobacco was the cheapest and most cost-effective type...unless he
I don't mind welcoming my first illegitimate child in this hellish place.
In the midst of the smoke and the heavy rain outside the window, Galin leaned on his chair and read through the letters. Most of them were official letters from several other countries. They were all discussions about the imperial system.
In Galin's opinion, it is purely because of the idleness of those scholars to start discussing these issues before the imperial settlers have fully controlled the new territories.
But as a ruler, he could not order to ban these discussions... In the bad days when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he needed to find something for his people to do, lest they cause other troubles when they are free.
Troubles.
And mixed in between these discussions that wasted time and energy were one or two personal letters from other kings, which need to be taken seriously.
Although King Garin had no intention of winning the second emperor of the Human Empire, the nobles' sensitivity and vigilance towards power forced him to seriously think about these troublesome matters, and under the current circumstances, as quickly as possible,
The speedy election of the second emperor is undoubtedly something that can reassure the people of the empire.
Due to the mess left by the war in northern Xinjiang, under today's circumstances, any measures that can stabilize the people are necessary.
"Huh? The immigrant town of Lordaeron was attacked by centaurs in Thousand Needles? More than a dozen people died... How many times is this this month?"
King Jialin frowned as he watched the scout report in front of him.
As mentioned before, in the new territory of the empire, there are many barbarians native to Kalimdor, and the centaurs are the most savage and difficult to deal with. It is said that the orcs encountered them when they first arrived in Kalimdor.
The Centaur tribe in the Barrens was plundering, but the orcs, a group of war-mongers with extremely powerful combat capabilities, still used fists and weapons made of wood to easily drive the Centaur out of their own country even when supplies were extremely scarce.
home.
It is said that they also rescued a group of tauren who were besieged by centaurs in the Desolate Land and were almost exterminated. However, the orcs were short of supplies and failed to kill all the nearby centaurs. Those centaurs expelled by the orcs went all the way south to join them.
They joined the Centaur tribe in Thousand Needles, and now, the immigrants from Lordaeron began to build towns in Thousand Needles and Shining Plains, which directly triggered the attack of those barbarians.
This is not the bad luck of the people of Lordaeron, it is a problem left over from history... The centaur tribe entrenched in Thousand Needles is enough to give the night elves a headache, and it's not just Lordaeron.
The Lun people, and even the Arathi people who are pioneering in Dustwallow Marsh, are also facing the threat of centaurs.
And due to the lack of personnel on hand, facing the threat of barbarians, human countries currently do not have the ability to go abroad to fight against barbarians... Most of the immigrants in the empire are still stranded in Kul Tiras.
"My loyal Gray Yopp, write a letter to the Chaldean protagonist and Countess for me. Stromgard is willing to do everything possible to help our compatriots. After the immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind arrive in Thousand Needles, we will
Send a batch of supplies as quickly as possible, contact the goblins, hire a fleet, and send the remaining people of the Kingdom of Stromgard to Dustwallow Swamp... No matter what
Whether building a fort or a farm, we need people."
While smoking his pipe, Galin said to his captain of the bodyguard:
"Also, what happened to the people of Lordaeron deserves our vigilance. Send another group of knights to the border of Dustwallow Swamp with those powerful steam rifles. Once you find that the centaurs in the Barrens are trying to cross the border, don't hesitate.
, give them a hard time!"
Loyal Gray Jopp, this royal spy who has served the Stromgard royal family for more than ten years, recorded the king's order and said to his majesty:
"The goblins from Jingtooth City arrived at the port this morning, and they transported another batch of weapons. But with all due respect, Your Majesty, after seeing the engineering weapons used by the Dark Blade Undead, those muskets...
Some are too backward.”
"So it's clear that those cunning goblins are blackmailing us."
The young king opened his mouth and cursed a series of rude words that he would never have said before. The young king used very vivid words to describe the young king's expectation of having a super-friendly relationship with the female relatives of the goblin profiteers.
, but after calming down, the king sat back in his chair a little decadently.
"Fur..."
He took another drag on his pipe and shook his head:
"But what can be done? The empire does not have a self-sufficient engineering system. In this regard, the Dark Blade is simply beating us unilaterally. The Dark Blade Undead beat us all over the head with artillery. A new era of war has arrived.
, knives and swords will be eliminated soon, buy it, but give me a hard bargain, Gray Yopp, and tell those goblins that next time they send these garbage over, we will hang them on the port and whip them.
"
"By the way, are the pirates under Chong Fist still at peace?"
Galin asked again, Huiyop showed a playful smile and lowered his voice:
"Prince Tanred is "training" them. There are 10 Kul Tiran warships holding the battleship. Those stinky pirates can't turn the sky upside down. That tauren punched hard and even gave back part of the gold we gave him.
From what he said, it seems that he plans to join us... and become the official navy of the Kingdom of Stromgard."
"Press for a while longer."
The young king closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair. He stared at the weakening rainstorm outside the window, then put his pipe to his lips and whispered:
"They have to prove their loyalty on the battlefield...sacrifice. Only after sacrifice can both sides trust each other. Alas, the empire, which has escaped from death, is waiting for help. I don't know if those undead will give us a new life."
Time to grow... I hope, I hope fate is on our side this time."
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Kalimdor is a land ruled by the night elves, but the night elves do not pay much attention to the wild lands on the border. They only occupy some of the most fertile lands in the entire Kalimdor, and let those
Savage races took root in other areas.
The centaurs are just one of the many barbarians in Kalimdor. There is another group of powerful barbarians growing among the large swamps in the deepest part of Dustwallow Swamp.
Ogre...
These tall, strong, stupid and violent creatures are not native to Azeroth. When the orcs first invaded Azeroth more than ten years ago, they brought the ogres native to the world of Draenor with them.
The world was conquered by the orcs, but the orcs only used the ogres as weapons of war. After the defeat in the later stage, the huge number of ogres completely got rid of the control of the orcs.
These savage creatures are invincible in adapting to the environment, and their reproduction speed is as powerful as rats... In just a dozen years, in almost every piece of land in Azeroth today, there are
There are no traces of the ogre's existence.
Even on the land of Kalimdor, there are many ogre tribes. In the wilderness of Feralas, those ogres that breed crazily even occupy a large area of land. Even the ancient upper elf city
Elrethalas has been occupied by ogres. At this moment, the high elves led by Kael'thas are struggling to expel the ogre forces in the ancient city. Of course, we can tell this story
More on that later.
In short, while the Arathi people were struggling to establish their new territory in the wild land, the ogre tribe deep in the land also cast their eyes on those weak humans.
What's even worse is that this time, they have reinforcements that are just as barbaric as themselves.
"The warriors of Stonemaul don't need help! We can easily hammer those weak ones to death! Eat them!"
In the Brackenwall Village in the deepest part of Dustwallow Marsh, the powerful and savage ogre leader Tygosh sat in his dry and comfortable stone cave, with a dirty tiger skin cushioned on his bone "throne".
He was also wearing ugly and rough armor made by ogres, and in his hand was a black armor-breaking hammer that was as tall as a man.
Tagosh looked arrogantly at the tall centaur tribe messenger in front of him. The head on the left side of his head was chewing a bloody piece of raw meat, and the head on the right side said disdainfully:
"But if the centaurs want to share some of the spoils, they must also contribute... You go attract the attention of humans, and the warriors of Stonemaul will attack that small town! Go back and tell your leader, Dustwallow Marsh.
..This is Stonemaul’s hunting ground! You are only allowed to enter this time!”
