In the dim morning light, a sudden gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest on the outskirts of the twilight Federal District. Old Sardin put the shotgun in his hand aside. The three fierce Gilnean hounds at his feet did not need to be greeted by their owners. After the gunshot,
He rushed out in an instant, screaming wildly and pounced on the prey that was hit by bullets in the distant woods.
Judging from the size, it should be a lone black wolf. In the past few decades, these beasts living in the Twilight Forest have absorbed the wandering magic power and become fierce and huge. But in the past month, along with
The sun has returned to this hazy land, and these dark monsters have become weaker. After the large number of hunters hired by the Federal District swept through the forest, the remaining beasts can no longer attack farms and towns in groups.
For the pioneers who moved their families to the newly built Twilight Commonwealth, it has become a custom in the countryside to go hunting with hounds in their spare time.
Hunting, a few years ago, was a sport for the nobles, and only the nobles could purchase a complete set of "equipment", including a sophisticated musket, several horses, loyal hounds, and several dogs to protect their own safety.
Attendant.
In that era, becoming a nobleman who ate and waited for death was a long-cherished wish that most civilians could not realize throughout their lives. However, now, the word nobleman has been completely thrown into the trash heap of history.
"Hey, Mr. Sardin, you are in a good mood."
A slightly rough voice came from behind Old Sardin. It was a fat man wearing a hunting suit and holding a black shotgun in his hand. But compared with the old-fashioned and serious old Sardin, this fat man was dressed in a different style.
He was dressed like a nouveau riche. Just by looking at the gemstone rings on his fingers and the thick gold chains swinging back and forth in his open hunting suit, you could tell that this guy had bad taste.
Hearing his voice of greeting, a trace of boredom flashed across Old Sardin's face. He is the largest farmer in the western wilderness and the chairman of the farmers' union. He is a truly decent local man and the leader of the entire Diffie.
The representative of all the farmers in the Asian Federation is also a prestigious local congressman. To be honest, Old Sardin doesn't want to have anything to do with the troublesome guy behind him.
"Hey, Donnie, are you going out hunting too?"
Old Sardin took off half of the cigar from the corner of his mouth, blew out the rich smoke, took off his cowboy hat, hung it on the saddle of the horse on the side, and then turned to look at the fat man behind him with a flattering smile on his face.
This guy's name is Donnie. He is a big mine owner from the Redridge Mountains. He is a capitalist through and through, and a lucky man with a weird and greedy temper. He must have learned about old Sardin from the talkative workers at Sardin's farm.
He came to Twilight Federal District to show his whereabouts.
Old Sardin knew very well that a wealthy businessman like Donny and an old-fashioned farmer like him were not the same person at all, so Donny came to show his courtesy, it must be for other things, something that annoyed old Sardin.
"Of course, hunting is a good activity, it can make people feel relaxed and healthy..."
Seeing Old Sardin's three hounds running back dragging the body of a giant black wolf, a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the fat big mine owner Donnie. While talking to Old Sardin, he raised his hand and slightly
Aimed.
"Bang"
There was a huge gunshot, and outside the layers of woods, a cloud of blood appeared on the head of a Dusk Bear that had just crawled out of its lair.
This precise shooting skill made Old Sardin blink his eyes and look at the fat man next to him. The farmer really didn't expect that under the flattering appearance of this fat man, he actually had such a skill.
"Bring the prey back, there will be something delicious for lunch today."
Donnie put the shotgun in his hand and waved his fingers. Unlike the hounds brought by Old Sardin, this wealthy big mine owner was followed by two fully armed undead infantry. Of course, they were "rented soldiers".
" type, the armor of the undead infantry is printed with the mining emblem of the Duny family, which shows that these two infantrymen were bought out by Duny at a large price for their employment rights.
Of course, this is also a method used by big businessmen like him to "show off their wealth."
"You may not know that the paws of the Twilight Bear, which is infected by magic, are cooked with a special technique and become a delicacy in the world."
As Doni spoke, he took out two fragrant cigars from his pocket and handed one to Old Sardin. The latter put it under his nose and smelled it, then showed a satisfied smile:
"Kaz Modan Mountain Trading Company's winter tobacco... Gee, it's a high-end product that I haven't seen a few times."
Old Sardin looked meaningfully at the fat man Donnie next to him. He put the cigar to his mouth and let Donnie light it for him with the diamond-encrusted lighter. He savored the mellow tobacco taste and puffed away.
After being in the fog for several minutes, Old Sardin finally spoke:
"You know, Donnie, I'm not a person who likes to beat around the bush, so tell me why you're here."
"Huh? Couldn't it be that I went out hunting and met Senator Sardinia by chance?"
The big mine owner Donnie showed a smile that could be called "honest", but anyone who knew Donnie would not think that this guy was honest. What he did in the five mines in Redridge Mountain was almost
Word spread throughout the Federal District that this guy was an out-and-out vampire. In all trade related to mining, he replaced lazy human workers with undead miners.
For those positions that the undead miners are not qualified for, Donnie will only hire those outsiders who have just been moved to the Federation, giving them the lowest wages, the worst insurance, and almost no pension.
But Donnie is a shrewd person, and everything he does complies with local laws, so even his colleagues at the Mineral Association cannot find out his dirty information.
"I said, I don't like to go around in circles with others."
There was a trace of dissatisfaction on Old Sardin's face. This old farmer from the western wilderness also gained a sense of awe after he became a member of the House of Commons. He looked at Donnie, flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand, and whispered softly.
explain:
"For the sake of your amazing marksmanship, just tell me if you have any questions, Donnie... If you really like hunting, you can apply to join the "Old Gun" Hunters Association. There are many like-minded people there.
My good friend...and, in an hour, I have to attend a local charity reception, so...you see, we don't have much time to say these polite words."
"Okay, okay."
The big businessman Donnie scratched his neatly combed hair on his forehead. He looked around and whispered:
"I heard some news from some of my friends... After the Twilight Federal District is established, the Federal Council will start to colonize the Swamp of Sorrows, right?"
"Well, this is no longer a secret."
Old Sardin nodded, put his cowboy hat on his head, and said softly:
"The Swamp of Sorrows district is specially prepared for the incoming pioneers of Gilneas, and it is also the seventh federal district to join the Defias Federation. What? Is Mr. Donnie planning to show off his skills in this new federal district?
"
"No, no, you are joking."
Fatty Donnie laughed and patted his big belly, a glimmer of light flashed in his gray eyes:
"The Dhoni family is a nouveau riche family. I am very aware of the "good reputation" of our family and myself in the Federal District, so I will leave it to my grandchildren to consider entering politics. However, my subordinates
The prospecting experts have discovered some mineral veins deep in the Swamp of Sorrows, which is a no-man's land. I had originally planned to send people to mine it, but now that the Federal Congress wants to set up a new district there, the problem is a bit troublesome."
As he spoke, Donnie's voice became lighter:
"I also heard that your son, the young and promising Mayor of Sardin, will be sent to the Swamp of Sorrows District to serve as the business director?"
"Um?"
Old Sardin finally understood the purpose of this cunning businessman coming here. He frowned slightly. As an old man who came from the old times, he hated this kind of taking advantage of loopholes. But just when he was about to refuse, he thought of his son.
Some advice, so after thinking for a few minutes, Old Sardin coughed lightly:
"I have never cared much about my son's work, and he doesn't like to have private contact with businessmen. You know, the lower-level congressmen keep their eyes on officials like them, and they will get into a lot of trouble if they are not careful.
...However, my son will also attend the Twilight Federation’s charity reception that will be held later.”
Old Sardin narrowed his eyes. He looked at the wealthy businessman Donnie in front of him and said in a low voice:
"If Mr. Duny is also enthusiastic about philanthropy, I mean, if you can also shoulder the obligations and responsibilities to those Gilnean pioneers, maybe, I can introduce you to my son, who recently
I have been having a headache about this matter. We are different from the people of the old era. We cannot just throw the pioneers into a wild land. We always have to give them some start-up funds and materials, and then we can also start from the new area.
Gains from development.”
"I mean, as new friends of the Sardin family, we might be able to have a meal together. After all, bear claws and stewed wolf meat are rare delicacies."
"Oh, of course, of course!"
The capitalist Mr. Doni heard some clues from Old Sardin's words, and he suddenly smiled. This guy played with the big gold ring on his finger and said to Old Sardin:
"Charity, the Federal Parliament is promoting this thing, and those of us businessmen who obey the instructions of the Parliament will naturally participate enthusiastically. This is also a sign that we are more civilized than the old times. I myself am also enthusiastic about helping those poor people, and I decided to donate
Give them...well, agricultural machinery worth 100,000 gold coins...Come on, Mr. Sardin, now, let's discuss the interesting activity of hunting. I see that the shotgun in your hand is a bit old.
Why don't you give me a try!"
"This is a fine product handmade by the dwarf masters in the Black Iron District... With your excellent knowledge, please help me appreciate this thing."
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"The people from Stormwind Kingdom are coming!"
On the sea side of Thousand Needles, on the temporary dock, King Garin and King Arthas were leading their guards, looking at the sea. Today, immigrants from the Kingdom of Storm are migrating from Kul Tiras
Days to Kalimdor.
The migration of immigrants from the empire has been going on for more than a month, but due to transportation capacity limitations, even if hired goblins help transport, it will still take a long time for millions of civilians to reach the new continent.
Immigrants from the Kingdom of Stromgard and the Kingdom of Lordaeron were the first to arrive in Kalimdor. They had already established several towns in Dustwallow Swamp and Thousand Needles. With the limited support of the night elves, they finally
After surviving the most difficult period, it is not easy for the young rulers and the confused civilians to rebuild the empire's former civilization in this barbaric land.
Looking at every world and every race, it has never been easy to rebuild civilization.
"Ding, ding, ding"
Kul Tiras's battleship, the restored "Jackdaw", served as the guide ship for this huge immigrant fleet. At the moment when its huge hull slowly docked, the bell that represented the safe arrival was played with bricks and stones.
The sound echoed on the piled pier. Although the experience of more than a month could not be considered a happy one, after seeing the safe arrival of the compatriots, the people around the pier still let out bursts of cheers.
"Bang"
The wide ship plank was placed directly on the deck, and the first group to step off were a handful of nobles and soldiers from the Kingdom of Stormwind. Surrounded by them, Duke Aberlock, who was managing the country in place of King Varian Wrynn,
Archbishop Chaldea and Countess Presto stepped on the ground of the New World. Wherever these big figures set their eyes, the desolate scenery of the Thousand Needles Forest came into their sight.
Behind them, the bewildered pioneers walked off the boat one by one. After setting foot on this strange land, everyone's first reaction was to look around, with a trace of fear still in their eyes.
and doubts. The knowledge and insights in their minds are completely insufficient to help them figure out the current situation.
And the nobles were not much better. After experiencing the destruction of their country and their family, even though most of them were respectable people, they still couldn't help but see this scenery that was completely different from their hometown.
That sense of confusion about the future.
"We have prepared enough food for you for one month, as well as some agricultural tools needed to open up wasteland. The night elves sent seeds, and there are some druids to help with the planting."
Alsace stood in front of Duke Aberlock and Archbishop Chaldea. He said to the two temporary rulers with some regret:
"The environment here is not as docile as that in Northern Xinjiang, and the days to come will probably not be too smooth... But I believe that the legacy of the Kingdom of Stormwind will still take root in this land, just like Stromgard.
Just like Lordaeron."
"This is good enough."
Duke Aberlock is already old, but the perseverance and courage of his youth can still be seen in him. He looked around and nodded slightly to Alsace:
"You have prepared everything for us. This is much better than the worst scenario I imagined."
The Chaldean archbishop in black robes looked a little thin. When the young king looked at him, the archbishop touched the badge on his chest and said with the humility a clergy should have:
"Don't worry, the benevolent Holy Light will protect its people... The people of the Kingdom of Stormwind are strong, we will survive, and we will live better..."
"After going through hell, no one can take hope away from us... May the Holy Light protect the Empire!"
