In the game, both the Alliance and the Horde use a unified currency.
This is certainly not the case in this parallel world.
Fortunately, the dwarves and gnomes have coexisted with humans for a long time and have accepted each other's existence. They have long used the unified Arathor gold, silver and copper coin system.
In reality, the high elves' own currency was canceled with the destruction of Quel'Thalas, and Kaizi and his younger brother merged into McDonald's hands.
The night elves use a currency called [Moonlight Coin]. As soon as you hear it, you know that this is a special currency for the magic stick. Because this thing is a leaf that the druid personally picked from the world tree and baptized it with the water of the moon well.
Finally, the high priest of the Moon Goddess gave the blessing.
Anyway, without the strength of a high-level priest, there would be no way to create counterfeit coins.
On the other hand, the night elves' economy... is a bit hard to describe.
They admire nature, but their demand for commodity exchange is actually quite small, and they have no concept of luxury goods. So far, the exchange issue of Moonshine Coins and Aratho Coins has not yet been settled.
Basically, the exchange between the two parties is still in the extremely primitive form of barter for barter, but the quantity is relatively large.
McDonald's took good care of the Kaldorei. Basically every time they talked, he would remind the other party which industrial products could be mass-produced. If the exchange rate was locked, the Kaldorei production system would be destroyed in minutes.
The goods will be exchanged.
This is not a boast.
If you think about it, you will know that whether it is a Kaldorei or a Sin'dorei, it takes years to make a set of those gorgeous armors. It takes one month to make the armor and 11 months to carve it.
Not to mention that the night elves have tens of thousands of years of savings. In fact, most of the military supplies cannot be kept for that long. Armors that are less than blue and of high quality cannot be passed down. Generally, [excellence] only lasts for ten years, and whiteboard garbage equipment is even more
It will be completed in three years.
In recent years, there have been successive wars, and such high-intensity demand for war supplies has easily overwhelmed the traditional Kaldorei craftsmen. Basically, a battle on Mount Hyjal, where Archimonde was defeated, gave up the Kaldorei armaments.
Lighted.
In recent years, Tyrande has been forced to purchase modern stamped plate armor from the Stratholme Federation for its own warriors. It is only the carving that is left to its own craftsmen. This is considered the last act of stubbornness. Of course, once there is a war, there will definitely be no carving.
The plate armor was put on directly.
Whether it's life or handsomeness, most Kaldorei would still choose life.
In wars, throughout the ages, all that has been fought is money and materials.
In order to preserve territory, whoever goes to war does not overdraw the vitality of the country?
Not to mention that in the past few years, the Dark Elf and the Horde have been facing off on the front line, and they can't let up at all.
This has resulted in the Kaldorei economy being quite poor. Although the natural system can achieve sustainable development, exploding production capacity is not its strength.
Except for some items such as moon cloth, which are very popular in the alliance, there are no special products. The key is that the quantity is too small.
If McDonald's hadn't recruited a large number of druids to go to the old Lordaeron land in the name of country to country, carry out land recovery, and raise each druid's salary to the maximum allowed by the system, Kaldorei would have been completely
The family went bankrupt.
When Tyrande asked [Gustav] for credit, McDonald didn't even dare to look at Mount Hyjal.
If one is not good, it is not as simple as N colorful ones.
Nima, I am the richest man in the world. If you get married, you will need half of the property of the Stratholme Federation. How can it be so cheap!?
The money you should pay must not be less!
It's not what I said. If the system doesn't give it to me for free, there's nothing I can do about it.
After roughly discussing the installation of the cannon and other matters, McDonald originally proposed to continue attacking Ahn'Qiraj. Who knew that the leaders of the various families had no idea.
"At least, let's see how Stratholme's first wave of defense goes?" Magni said.
McDonald could only agree.
What lies ahead of the Alliance is of course the threat of the ancient god C'Thun.
This threat is still a bit far away for the alliance.
The tribe will be the first to die. Once the Scourge Legion's flying fortress harms its home base, it will be homeless.
The shadow of the Third Dark Portal War is still deeply etched in the memories of all the big guys!
If even McDonald's nest cannot be held back, then don't blame the alliance bosses for withdrawing first rather than die for their friends.
In the midst of everyone's attention, Kel'Thuzad's flying fortress swayed leisurely across the northern mountains of Stratholme City in the dark night.
Plaguebringer North asked his boss: "Sir, do we want to parachute directly to Stratholme City?"
It stands to reason that Naxxramas, a creation of the Titans, is far stronger than traditional human cities. You can theoretically demolish the city with one move.
"Open the fortress's magic shield to the maximum, concentrate all the magic power at the lower end of the fortress, and fly above the city to take a look first." Lao Ke ordered.
If he could really do it, it would be the Scourge Legion's bloody gain no matter what.
Think about it, a fortress is shitting and urinating on your head, and if you just hit it with a cannon and blow something up, wouldn’t you be hurting yourself if the thing falls?
What Kel'Thuzad didn't expect was that he didn't even have to choose...
At this moment in Stratholme City, the generals who were left behind were sweating.
Lor'themar Theron was the most nervous.
As an out-and-out foreigner, he joined the ranks of Stratholme's important ministers and was entrusted by his master. For many years, Lor'themar has been working cautiously, never daring to overly favor his fellow high elves, nor would he allow his fellow high elves to be bullied.
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The last thing he expected was that every time McDonald went on an expedition, he would be given the heavy responsibility of defending his hometown. Even Serijek, an old minister who had been loyal to the Stratholme family for dozens of generations, would have no choice but to help him.
Even though he knew that McDonald had hundreds of millions of back-ups, when the Scourge Legion's flying fortress really came over, he still felt a lot of pressure.
When Naxxramas flew straight over to the planned ambush point, Lor'themar was in a trance:
The commander on the opposite side is either extremely powerful and confident, or... he's actually a fool, right?
Lor'themar, who received the first round of battle reports, was very confident in his own defense.
He glanced at the special portal five hundred meters away from the headquarters. As long as he roared, his master would come back with the Black Dragon Legion, give the big guy in the sky a righteous [Starfall], and then open it.
A righteous assault.
He didn't want to because it would prove his incompetence.
Lor'themar gently raised his right hand and raised two fingers: "Don't scare it away yet. Numbers 1 and 2 [Gustav] are ready!"
"Understood." The adjutant immediately repeated the order.
Not long after, the giant cannons that seemed to be the legendary green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right, hidden in the east and west mountain walls of Stratholme City, pulled down the camouflage net and let out a roar that shook the entire mountain.
When two 7.1-ton Holy Light armor-piercing projectiles blasted out with a muzzle velocity of 720 meters, they hit the fortress across a distance of five kilometers.
Guess what happened?
The entire top of the pyramid in Naxxramas was like a piece of cake that had been eaten by a dog, and the whole top flew off.
Protective cover? Haha! What is that?
The view tonight was quite ideal. When this scene appeared on the magic mirror of the headquarters, there was a sudden silence.
It took several seconds for Serijek to hold back a sentence to Lor'themar: "Don't scare it away?"
