The cold water of the Endless Sea found a new pass in the northern border of the eastern continent. The heavy and cold water roared into the wide stone walls of the Dalaran Strait, washing away the stones that were not strong enough, leaving behind
Those were also washed very smooth.
Given the width of the Strait of Dalaran, it can actually allow ships to pass through, but only at high tide will the water level of the strait rise enough to allow ships to dock at the temporary dock on the edge of Lordaeron City.
This dock is nearly a hundred kilometers away from the mouth of the strait. Therefore, unless it is carrying the engine of a goblin steamship, ordinary ships will not enter here to try their luck.
In addition, the evil magic power here has begun to escape, and this ultra-high magic power concentration is not suitable for normal people to live for a long time. Therefore, the sea route in this strait is rarely used by people. It is very remote and secretive enough.
, naturally became the home port for the Dark Blade fleet to dock. The best thing is that the undead ships can move forward under the sea without worrying about power problems at all.
Dai Lin is currently dividing his fleet. He has been searching for powerful enough sunken ships that can be awakened throughout the world to fill his fleet. By the way, he will send those eliminated warships to Booty Bay. This is the Death Goblin.
Buddy Moore's request, now that the competition in the South China Sea routes is becoming more and more fierce, without a strong enough fleet, it is impossible to draw more profits for Booty Bay.
Another death goblin, the rich man Levigaz, has begun to try to spread the power of the Dark Blade Consortium to Kalimdor. He signed an agreement with the goblin engineer Blackso. With his financial support, Blackso
Various goblin cities and hotspots in Kalimdor fanned the flames. The trade war between several consortiums was in full swing, and armed conflicts broke out from time to time. This found a new trade market for the unsalable and outdated arms in the Black Iron Region.
It is said that the madman Blackso has begun planning an attack on Kozan, the island next to the Maelstrom, the birthplace of goblin civilization. It is the headquarters of the Bilgewater Cartel and the territory of Trade Prince Gallywix. It contains 75% of the world's Kozan ore.
It is produced there, and that special ore has a unique meaning to the goblins. Whether it is Black Sol or the two trade princes of Booty Bay, they have never stopped coveting the ore.
Of course, let the goblins handle the matter. Observers will not be interested in these copper-smelling things.
"Whoosh, whoosh"
Tonight in the Dalaran Strait, the cold water seems to be more cheerful. In the turbulence of the water, under the dark sea surface, a silent and huge fleet is slowly passing through the bottom of the water, just like a deep-sea fleet.
Just like a ghost, just looking at it can make people feel creepy.
Outside the city of Lordaeron, at the edge of the stone pier, a heavily armed undead army was quietly guarding the strait. On the pier of the pier, the blood lord Myra wearing a windbreaker was leaning on
A walking stick engraved with bat wings awaits the return of travelers from far away places.
This lord who was seriously injured in the previous imperial operation still has not recovered. The unique holy silver and holy fire oil used by the assassins severely damaged his body. Isaac Lain's powerful recovery ability can repair the terrible damage.
, and it will take a long time... The blood elves are only powerful, but they are not invincible. What's more, those who attacked Myra were the most powerful group of assassins in the empire.
To be honest, being able to escape with one life from the encirclement of those guys is enough to prove Myra's fighting ability.
Despite this, that experience was still regarded as a shame by Myra... He would come back with revenge. After he got through this painful time, he would not let the assassins go.
"Ahem"
The lord holding a cane coughed hard in the cold wind, like a weak living person. Behind him, Rogelio, the death lord who currently theoretically manages the Stratholme area, looked at Myra with some worry.
, in the dark night, he whispered:
"You should go back to the city and wait, Myra, your current situation is not suitable for coming out."
"I'm just hurt, Roger."
Myra put the handkerchief covering her mouth back into her pocket. The blood on the handkerchief was shocking. He raised his head, and his gray temples made him look ten years older. He looked into the darkness in the distance and said:
"I'm not a patient who can't move. Don't look down on me so much... I don't need to lie on a hospital bed to survive. My wife has returned from a long trip. As a husband, how can I not wait for her here? Besides,
Well, as a member of the Blood Lords Council, I am also somewhat...interested in those newly born "compatriots"."
While the two were talking, the rolling sea water in front of them suddenly became manic. Large whirlpools rolled out under the cold sea water. Amidst the whistling and surging of the water, the large fleet traveling under the sea was here.
For a moment, it was as if the sea suddenly parted, and they all appeared on the strait in front of them.
There is no such huge figure as the Sea King Power. This is just a transport fleet with a special mission. It is not the turn of a heavyweight like Dai Lin to personally lead the ship.
"Well, the Queen of the North is said to be the most famous ghost ship in the North Sea..."
Rogelio looked at the huge, quaint flagship at the front of the fleet, with a unique mast and bow, as well as a unique deck design and emblem, and said to Myra:
"Dai Lin's collecting habit is getting more and more serious. Is he planning to salvage all the famous shipwrecks in history?"
"No, no, no, that's not the case."
Myra coughed and explained to Roger:
"I heard from the boss that it is said that these famous shipwrecks, the wreckage of the shipwrecks with stories are all attached to the last will of the sailors. Compared with ordinary shipwrecks, these shipwrecks have a certain degree of growth, just like Dai Lin's shipwrecks on the sea.
The King Power also has unique potential. It is said that some ships will have special abilities after being "resurrected". For example, the Queen of the North can fire heavy ice shells, or when necessary,
Freeze an entire sea surface."
"Oh, special function, special ship, no wonder."
Rogelio suddenly understood and nodded:
"Then it's no wonder Dai Lin is searching for these sunken ships all over the world. I thought it was his special hobby as an admiral."
"Here she comes!"
Myra suddenly took a step forward. The next moment, a slender black shadow jumped down from the flagship, like a cannonball, jumped in front of Myra, and hugged the weak blood lord tightly.
The two people's lips met, and the greasy gesture made Rogelio cough lightly and couldn't help but look away.
There is a legion watching behind them. These two guys are really... so embarrassing.
"I found it, Myra, I found the sword."
Luminas took down a special wooden box from her back and said to her husband:
"It's damaged, but it doesn't matter. I also got the "Compendium of Dragon Slaying". We can repair it. When Quel'Sera is repaired, I will take it to the empire... to give you some vent."
"It's okay, it's okay, idiot."
Myra hugged her wife, helped her tidy up her messy hair, and then looked up at the fleet's flagship as if feeling something. On the deck, 13 shadowy figures were quietly sizing him up.
That's the same taste...
"Yongying, come here quickly..."
Luminas waved her hand back and shouted to the 13 figures:
"Come and meet the real blood lord. Later I will arrange for you to go to southern Xinjiang to meet the great lord."
"Buzz buzz"
In the flash of light and shadow, Syndra 13 Lords headed by Mordante Yongying appeared in front of Myra in the flash of blood and light, and the latter looked at them with a scrutinizing gaze, and they looked at each other at the same time.
The aura belonging to Sarain is merging, but even though Myra is seriously injured, his aura is still mellower and purer than the 13 new blood lords.
"The power of blood mutated by evil energy...is interesting."
Myra's blood-red eyes reflected the figures of the 13 new blood lords in front of him. He could feel that the power of blood flowing in Sindrassa Lain's body in front of him was a bit strange, probably because they had been absorbing it for ten thousand years.
It is caused by fel magic, but this does not affect the performance of the Blood Lords. In fact, this weirdness gives them unique powers.
"Mordent. Evershadow...from Elre'Thalas."
The new student wearing a black dress bowed to Myra and said softly in a hoarse voice:
"Salute to you, the ancestor who controls the power of blood. Your existence has guided us to a new future in the darkness..."
"Um"
Myra nodded slightly reservedly, and said to the Sindra blood lords in front of him:
"With the authority granted to me by the great lord, Lord Rogelio and I will be fully responsible for the resettlement of Sindra immigrants in the city of Lordaeron. We will wait until the 60,000 civilians who followed you across the sea have entered the city and sworn an oath
After joining the Federation, I will take you to Southern Xinjiang... I can feel that you still have fear and distrust of the Dark Blade in your hearts... This is normal."
"Strong power will always make people fearful, but believe me, everyone, in the new civilization created by the Dark Blade and the Federation, no one will mention the painful past endured by the Syndra elves... You will find new ideas here.
The meaning of existence, Syndra’s civilizational fire will be inherited and reborn on this land.”
Myra said some words. He knew very well that for these immigrants who had been expelled from their original homes, their inner confusion and fear could not be dispelled in just one or two words. However, time, time stands on the edge of darkness.
Here, Myra has enough confidence that the long queue in front of her, the Sindra elves who have stepped off each battleship under the supervision of the undead guards, will find their destination here.
Rogelio, who was standing aside, also said to the 13 lords in front of him:
"You should have felt that powerful magic is rising in this land. Of course, in order to use it, you must first set up a purification device for evil magic. But I know your history, and I believe that this should not be difficult.
Down with you."
"Yes, my people are very familiar with this."
Mordant Yongying raised his head and looked at the dark city in the distance. The blood lord said softly:
"I also believe that my people will accept all this as quickly as possible... We must accept all this."
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"Elf?"
Chancellor Edwin Van Cleef, who was already showing signs of baldness, looked at the letter that had just been delivered to him. It was a private letter written to him in Tyrion's tone, which explained the situation of the Sindra elves, but this
The unexpected incident still made the Grand Speaker feel unexpected.
After all, before, he had not noticed any signs that the Sindra elves would join the Federation.
But...that's a good thing, isn't it?
Although after the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, the Federation accepted a large number of immigrants from Northern Xinjiang, the population under the control of the Federation has just exceeded one million. There are still a large part in Arathi and the Hillsbrad Hills.
Migrants wait for transfer.
On the one hand, this is because the federation needs time to assimilate the immigrants. On the other hand, after the immigrants arrived, the extremely deteriorating security situation also forced the federation to suspend the entry of immigrants. The Federal Supreme Council has been having a headache recently.
In the end, they decided to set up a federal district in Arathi and place those northerners with tough folk customs there first.
The entire immigration work is expected to take several years to truly settle down. This will be a very difficult test for the federal government. The Lord of the Dark Blade has made it clear that except for the situation where riots occur in various places, the Dark Blade will
They will no longer interfere with the federation's management system. This is equivalent to Tyrion completely letting go of supporting the federation... They must now rely on themselves to overcome this hurdle.
"Jonathan! Jonathan!"
The Grand Speaker reached out and pressed the red button on his desk, using the communicator made by the Black Iron Zone, and said to his secretary:
"Draft a notice for me and give it to other congressmen. Then look at my schedule and find time to hold a regular meeting in the next few days."
"Okay, sir."
A gentle male voice sounded from the communicator, and he asked:
"What about the content? What features should the announcement highlight?"
"Um..."
The Chancellor stroked his glasses, glanced at the letter in his hand, and then read out the complicated words in human language:
"About some elves who are about to join the Federation...Sindra, oh, Holy Light, this word is really hard to pronounce. In short, Jonathan, we must reflect the importance of this event. This is the first time that a clan has been united.
For the elven civilization that joins the Federation, we must demonstrate the superiority of our civilization... There will be more and more such things in the future, so we need to let the congressmen know..."
"They, these future members of the Federation, will become the fresh blood of our civilization... This is a very important thing."
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