Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 537: 40. "Invitation"

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The strategic discussion about Kalimdor has come to an end. Against the background of the intensified storm outside the window, in the abandoned palace of Lordaeron, the death lords began to summarize the details of this war. This is for the commanders. It is very important. Although a new round of armament replacement has just been completed, this does not mean that the dark edged armament system will be fixed.

After all, several large-scale military laboratories in the Black Iron Business District, which have kept a lot of money, have been designing new war weapons in an endless stream. Whether these strange weapons come in handy or not, it is up to the front-line commanders to decide.

The "newly installed "Bison" melee shotgun performed very well on the battlefield. This operation is simple. It is a great decision to distribute the powerful weapons to the basic combat units. It greatly enhances the combat capabilities of the undead infantry. Coupled with high-explosive grenades, this is enough for our infantry to exert more than twice the fighting power."

Glokush first praised a new type of axe gun, then pulled his dark gold shotgun from his feet and threw it on the table. Judging from his expression, he knew that the death lord was not satisfaction.

"The "Siren" shotguns dispensed by these officers are also good, but to be honest, the combat effectiveness of the high-level knights is very limited. We are warriors on the magic side after all. This simple engineering weapon is very good. 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 small."

Saurfang glanced at the dark gold, iron box-shaped weapon designed to be very simple, and he expressed support for Glokus's statement.

"Labs in the Black Iron District are making attempts in this area... but I don't report much hope for this."

Governor Myra moved his finger and said to the two dead lords:

"The internal structure and design principles of this shooting weapon have been decided, and no matter how it is modified, it will be difficult to satisfy the high-level knights, so the second solution given by the gnomes and goblins is to improve the The "Siren" shotgun is distributed as a secondary weapon to the lower knights, and then new equipment is distributed to the high-level knights at the command level...this is the "sergeant" power armor distributed to your hands this time, It has been tested on the battlefield."

"Of course, if it is to be distributed by the whole army, it will definitely be downgraded and modified, otherwise, according to the current cost of nearly 150,000 gold coins, our entire economic system will collapse."

"Huh? Those power armor?"

Luminas lit up, she whispered:

"Finally, it's a bit interesting. I have imagined the scene of hundreds of power armor warriors charging together. There is probably no city on the continent that can block the raids of mechanical beasts."

"Then you better not expect too much."

Myra shrugged and said to her girlfriend:

"It takes at least five years to spread that thing to every battle group. After all, it is a breakthrough product of the overall concept of engineering. The manufacturing speed of some of its components is very slow. According to Hesso and Ovo Spak’s expectation is that after the black iron zone completes the re-upgrade of industrial machine tools and assembly line systems, the production speed and production unit price of those armor can only keep up with the level of our expected plan."

Talking, Myra glanced at Tyrion, he said:

"This is a very, very big project."

"It's okay, we can afford it."

Tyrion said in a final word: "In recent years, there should be no wars that require the mobilization of the whole, so it can be equipped for a handful of warfare groups, mainly those that are going to the Northrend mainland, and they must ensure their Overall combat effectiveness."

"Well, I will coordinate the internal operation of the Black Iron District."

Myra nodded.

"Another question is about the new rapid-fire guns and howitzers currently equipped with Darkblade."

Roglio knocked on the table:

"The artillery unit's fire projection level is satisfying. The only flaw is their speed of movement. It is difficult to keep up with the ground troops at full speed. This time the coast war has proved this. The ground troops have been fighting for 20 minutes. Only then did the main artillery force enter the battlefield."

"And there is another question about the steam tanks distributed to each battle group. Their weapon deterrence is insignificant after the replacement is completed. The only thing commendable is their armor defense and movement speed... So what I think is, can we combine artillery and steam tanks? Form a new type of war weapon with strong defense and firepower?"

"Well, theoretically."

Myra rubbed her forehead. He seemed to remember something. After a while, he said to Roglio:

"I seem to have seen a small laboratory submit a few days ago about this research application, but their idea is to install heavy artillery on the airship moving in the sky, so I will sign this research application after I go back According to the current speed of scientific research in the Black Iron District, about 2-3 months later, there will be research results."

"No problem, the artillery force will be transferred to Hinterland and Arathi to rest, and we have enough time to wait."

Roglio nodded slightly, so another study of war was arranged.

"So, that's all we have to say."

Tyrion leaned back in his chair. He looked at the lords in front of him. He said in a deep voice:

"The Battle of Northern Xinjiang is completely over, no matter what happened in the past, but now, our thoughts are reunited, and the internal ideological differences in the dark blade have been integrated once. We have always called our companions in accordance with the principle of voluntary, our consciousness. And thinking is free, this is a fine tradition worthy of cherishing, and the most important sign that distinguishes us from monsters. I sincerely hope this unity will last longer..."

"The matter of Khadgar and Danas is an absolute tragedy. I hope it will not appear again. I hope that no matter what problems we encounter in the future, we can all get together, discuss and solve it..."

Tyrion’s fingers are intertwined, and his thinking is running fast:

"The next most important thing to be done on the eastern continent is to help the Defia Federation to complete this "big immigration", and the industrial upgrading of the black iron district, and the parliamentary system of the Kazmodan district. Establishment, including the development work of the Twilight Federation and the Swamp of Sorrows, and the business connection and operation of Azeroth and Draenor World."

"There are many, many things to do. Over the next period of time, those of you who are used to weapons will have to learn to hold the pen well. The undead can do more than just destroy and destroy, we must also integrate In the construction of civilization, the new federal civilization is not only of human nature, but the undead should also be part of it."

"This will also be the destination of Dark Blade, a civilization of Dark Blade."

"and many more!"

After hearing a drowsy Yrel suddenly twitched, she propped her chin on her left hand and looked at her companions. She said aloud:

"There is one very important thing that has not been resolved yet... If Lord Tyrion no longer serves as the King of Dark Blades, and if the Legion of Dark Blades really does not have the title of King from then on... then, what shall we do What do you call you? You can't call you Tyrion from a large audience?"

"Well, Yrel made sense."

Serent rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully:

"No matter what we think internally, at least in the eyes of fresh life, you are still the leader of the unshaven undead, you must have a title that matches your identity, even if it is a reputation title."

"Large speaker? The presiding judge? Or is it cooler..."

Luminas grabbed her hair and thought for a few seconds before looking at Tyrion:

"Dawn Blade is handsome?"

"Or according to our draenei tradition, call the Archon? The Great Church?"

Yrel also blended with wide eyes:

"And, I seem to remember that the names of the greats in our history are also quite appropriate, the heavenly ones?"

"I think it's more appropriate to call War Overseer."

Glokus held out his finger and nodded in the air:

"This is a name beyond the lord."

This noisy and interesting discussion lasted for a long time, Tyrion watched blankly as his friends buckled their strange names on his head until he completely lost his interest in listening. Waving hands interrupted the argument of the guys with big brains, he said softly:

"Just as we called when we just arrived in the world of Draenor."

"Call me... Lord Lord."

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"Do not!"

In the dark night of a foreign land, a sudden exclaimer broke the tranquility in the room. Alsace seemed to be hit by an attack. He sat up from the bed violently, breathing heavily, his fingers quickly searching in the dark, Finally grabbed the hilt of the long sword lying beside the bed.

At the moment when the cold weapon was held, the wandering and fear in the young king's heart was dispelled little by little. He looked at the slightly strange room in front of him, and in a daze, he heard the movement and rushed in with the horse lantern. Farrek, the chief of guards in the room, looked at the king's safety. He let out a breath and lit the candlelight.

As the light filled the dark room little by little, Alsace seemed to be rejuvenated. He carried his long sword, wearing pajamas, and walked down from the bed. He staggered against the window, and then walked around. Pick up half a bottle of wine on the table, that is the best "medicine" he used to hypnotize.

Outside the window is a calm sea, like a black mirror reflecting starlight, and the starry sky above his head also seems to be different from the starry sky in his memory, which is natural because he has left his hometown that grew up, He is now on the other side of the endless sea, on a land that will make him feel strange and frightened.

Kalimdor, Jingtooth City, a commercial city built by the goblin of hot sand consortiums on the coast of the Barrens, and the nearest port from Kul Tiras to Kalimdor, while still heading to Dust The only way for the mud swamp.

The civilians of Lordaeron who have escaped from northern Xinjiang are currently temporarily placed in the Stormsong Valley of Kul Tiras, where there are nearly 3 million homeless refugees from other kingdoms, due to the night elves’ promises to humans The Xinjiang region of the empire is some unexplored barren land, so before the advanced army can handle everything, the civilians have to stay in the island country for some time.

The situation facing the human empire is now very difficult. After losing the human emperor Losa and those old and important kings, the principals of almost every country are young people, and the citizens have just gone through a tragic war. They Panicked, the time has come to test the abilities of these young kings.

If the young rulers cannot prepare a new resting place for their people before their citizens are crushed by their inner fears, then the human empire is completely over.

This is also the reason why Arthas will appear in Jingtooth City. It is only 4 days from the end of the last war in Northern Xinjiang to now, but Arthas has not much time to rest, he must take Luo Dan Lun also had an army of fighting forces going to the Dustwallow Marsh and King Garin Torbane to meet, and in the marsh near the sea, the first city of the new era of the human empire was built.

"Your Majesty, you should take a rest, and hurry up tomorrow."

Faith, the loyal head of the guard, looked at His Majesty the King who was unusually silent recently, and he perplexedly persuaded: "You can't fall asleep by alcohol anymore, it will affect your judgment."

"The Holy Light is on, let me be quiet all night, Farrek."

His Majesty Arthas waved his hands impatiently:

"Go out, can you please calm down?"

The chief of the guards wanted to say something more, but considering the quarrel this afternoon, he finally sighed and left the room quietly. At the moment when the door was closed, he was unshaven and looked very tired Alsace Shaking his head, he raised his hand, and the cold liquor poured into his stomach along the throat, and the spicy feeling made the scene in front of him start to shake.

He couldn't help but recall the night he left North Xinjiang, on the position on the North Coast, he and his father... and Terenas Menethil, one of the forgotten kings. ..

"Father, I...how can I save your soul? How can I save your kingdom..."

Arthas muttered to himself, his eyelids grew deeper and deeper as the wine poured into his throat, until at some point the young and haggard king lay on the goblin's sofa At the moment when he closed his eyes faintly, another scene appeared in front of him.

It was a scene of howling snow falling in the gusty wind, and Arthas saw in a trance the endless undead entrenched on a whole continent, and the tower that stood in the dark ice and snow, the top of the tower The throne of ice, in the frozen ice block, faintly gleamed with light.

Before the throne, there was a magic sword suspended above the snow and shining pale light, just like the dark magic sword in Tyrion's hands, it was exuding endless...power.

"Come on, come on, Arthas Menethil, your weapons have been wiped clean, your legion is ready to go...Come on, become king, and recapture your lost land and... glory."

"If you want to defeat the demon, you have to be the demon first... this is a great and glorious sacrifice, to sacrifice yourself, to win the future for your people and civilization, just like Losa, like yours Like father..."

"Come on, young king, the future you want...is already in your hands."

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