In the blink of an eye, the Arathi Heights had been quiet for almost a month, there was no longer any war in the south, and the tension within the Human Empire had eased a little, when the spring ploughing was about to begin, and no one wanted something else bad to break out at this point in time.

Recently, in the hinterland of the northern frontier, the biggest news should be the sudden outbreak of a plant disaster in Quel'Salas, all kinds of gossip has gone viral in the city, and in recent days, the actions of many high elves entering human cities have also made this news real.

The flight of the High Elves is not embarrassing, in fact, although the war of Quel'Thalas has suffered heavy losses, but for the entire High Elf race, this loss is still within the bearable range, although the mysterious disappearance of the previous Sun King has cast an ominous shadow on the hearts of the people, but the coronation of the new Sun King, as well as his vigorous and resolute style, have also calmed the elves' anxiety a lot.

In just one week, the immigration work of Quel'Thallas has begun to start in an orderly manner, the first batch of immigrants from the High Elves are mostly merchants and mages who have had contact with humans, and relying on a batch of materials from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, those High Elves who are still stranded in the mountains of Quel'Thalas and Stratholm can hold out for a while.

Seriously, not everyone is willing to leave their hometown and start a new life, especially for those elves who have lived in Quel'Thalas all their lives, leaving the ancestral land is a difficult choice.

In short, this process will take a long time, and the Sun King Kael'thas does not seem to be in a hurry to move all his people to the hinterland of the Northern Frontier.

And for those high elves who took the initiative to enter the human city, the people of the kingdom of Lordaeron also welcomed it, regardless of whether there was a conflict between the upper echelons, in the magical world of Azeroth, most of the civilians still retained their simple style and character, in the last year, they had selflessly accepted some immigrants from Kurtiras, and now, they can naturally accept these suffering elves again.

When disaster strikes, it is a choice that most people will make to lend a helping hand to refugees without threatening their own survival.

The lord of Stratholme, Hereditary Baron Rivendell, also welcomed these elves into his city, and he graciously freed up some city mansions for the High Elves to live in, but some of the elves chose to go to the agricultural areas of Stratholme, and the large farms in the northwest of Stratholme were always quieter.

However, the news of the arrival of the elves became unnoticed in just a few days, because the annual spring ploughing was about to begin.

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For the current system of the human empire, agricultural cultivation is a very important thing, it is directly related to the supply of the army, as well as the stability of the country, a kingdom that can't even eat enough has no deterrent power at all, and for the people of this era, arable land is also an extremely important property.

After the human emperor Lothar twisted human society into a rope with an ancient contract, the emperor's emphasis on agriculture directly led to more arable land being cultivated, especially in the war-torn hills of Hillsbrad, where the abandoned land was redistributed to the immigrants of the Kingdom of Stormwind and Kurtilas, and the Lordan Lenstansom and Gilneth regions, known as the "granary", were also directly stationed as agricultural officers to take charge of agricultural affairs.

Emperor Lothar even repeatedly invited the druids who were walking in Gilneth to guide agricultural production for his imperial farmers, and the spies sent to the south also sent a steady stream of the means of production from the Defia Federation in the south to the north.

After learning that the Difia Confederation had begun to use machinery to harvest and grow crops, many of the nobles of the Emperor of Lothar saw the power of mechanical creations, so he ordered the dwarf craftsmen who had been exiled to the empire to start copying the same machinery for the empire.

Driven by this environment, many human beings have also seen business opportunities in it, and some bold businessmen have used many means to get some special "products" from the Difia region and start their own new business.

For example, the famous "Crown Pharmacist Company" in Stratholme City is a pioneer in this kind of business.

This trading house specializing in agricultural commodities had taken root in the city of Stratholme more than ten years ago, but at that time, it was just a small shop that could close down at any time, until 6 months ago, the business changed owners, a middle-aged nobleman, and at his request, the mechanic of the Crown Apothecary Company, under the guidance of simple drawings bought from the Black Iron District, began to try to make a rudimentary harvester.

As a result, when this batch of goods was produced, just in time for last year's harvest, the mechanical products of the Crown Pharmacist Company became popular, and those craftsmen almost took over one-fifth of the farm harvesting work in the entire Stratholme District, making countless money.

Although the appearance of the machine was almost identical to the planter that had been in use for two years in the Federal District of Defiia, thousands of miles away, this did not prevent Crown Pharmacists from calling it "its own product", and with the support of Baron Rivendell, during the week, Crown Apothecary's workers were distributed throughout the farms of Stratholme and Tirisfa, ready to start spring ploughing.

"What is this cauldron for?"

In the Darsun Farm, northwest of Stratholme, Mr. Darsun, a farmer in an old loose robe, was watching curiously at the large seeder that slowly drove into his farm.

The stupid black machinery was emblazoned with the logo of the Crown Apothecary Company, and several old mechanics were holding wrenches and making final adjustments to the seeders under the command of the dwarf technicians, while old Mr. Darsson was holding his own shovel, sharing a bag of cigarettes with the foreman of the Crown Apothecary Company, and curiously pointed to the large cauldron dragging behind the machine and asked:

"Last year's harvester, there was no such cauldron, tsk, if you use this thing to cook rice, one pot can cook dozens of people."

"That thing? I don't know what that does. ”

The foreman, who was also a native born in Stratholme, took the inferior cigarette rolls handed by the elder Darsson, lit them with his portable lighter, and after taking a deep breath of smoke, said to the elder Darsson:

"But I heard from the company's senior pharmacist that that thing is used to boil some medicines, and I heard that it is also a method learned from southern Xinjiang.

The foreman explained like a family chatter:

"It is said that in the southern part of Xinjiang, those farmers who are ruled by the undead will release some potions into the fields after sowing seeds, and every once in a while, what is it called? Fertilizer, right, fertilizer... It's the word, it's like nourishing seeds, you know? Let the fields produce more food, I have heard that the farms in the south produce at least a third more food than the farms in the north, it is like witch magic. ”

"Isn't it just composting?"

Old Darson spat disdainfully, he looked at the big pot behind the planter with some suspicion, and then lowered his voice: "You give me a thorough explanation, those medicines, fertilizers or something, are they expensive?" ”

"Well, it is said that the fertilizer after spring ploughing this time was given away for free, mainly to make a sign for our company."

The foreman scratched his head and said:

"Of course, because Stratholme City is inhabited by a lot of elves and occupies the warehouse we originally ordered, the boss asked that the potion be boiled in the open air on your farm, and if you agree to install the potion cauldron on your farm, we can give you another free pot in the summer, but in the future, we will have to collect money."

"What? Occupy my land and take my money? ”

Old Darsson was not pleased, and the cunning old farmer rolled his eyes, and at last he gestured five fingers:

"You have to give it to me for at least 5 years for free, or you'll pull this pot away! I've already paid a fortune for using your planters! ”

"5 years? Are you kidding me! ”

The foreman threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stepped on it fiercely, and said to old Darsson:

"Do you think my boss is a good man? That old guy is very picky, I'm going to negotiate this business with you, and I won't have to do my work, but... Over there in Hearthvale, you know, Knight Fording hates these machines and doesn't even want to put potions on the farms in his domain, so if you can get us to put a few more potions in your field, maybe we can talk about that..."

"Well, yes, then put a few more!"

A hint of cunning flashed in old Darsson's eyes:

"But you have to promise me that when the fertilizer is ready, you will leave me more."

"No problem, let's start installing it now, sow seeds overnight tonight, start boiling fertilizer early tomorrow morning, you also bring your son to help, our company will pay the wages."

"Okay, that's it."

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"The plague... Ahem, I mean, the cauldron of potions is already arranged! ”

In the business district of Stratholme, in the headquarters of the Crown Apothecary Company, the owner of the company, a middle-aged nobleman wearing a black trench coat and meticulously combed gray hair, sat comfortably on a chair, his feet were very impolite, set up on the table, and said to several visions in front of him:

"A whole 87 potions of potions, scattered throughout the Stratholme region and the farmsteads southeast of Tirisfa, the wind is very strong these days, once the potion cauldron starts to boil, it only takes a few hours to completely cover the sky near Andorhar, and the transformation time will take 1 day, that is, at this time the day after tomorrow, everyone, our army will be formed."

"Well done, Banazal, you're fit to mingle among humans."

In the hall in front of the middle-aged nobleman's eyes, the figure of the Dreadlord Varimasas was suspended in the air, and it said in an appreciative tone:

"Your 6 months of incubation have not been in vain, and you will be rewarded for it."

"It's natural, it's very pleasant to deceive these humans, but I'm going to pay attention to the matter on the side of the potion cauldron, Rivendell's side, there is going to be another person coming, the grain harvested last year, especially the part that was added, I have prepared it in the warehouse, ready to distribute it to everyone in the city, including the elven refugees who are waiting to be fed, hehehe, I can't help but want to see them panic and wait to die."

Banazar smirked triumphantly, and at the end of the eye contact of several Dreadlords, Marganis, the Dreadlord who was good at seducing people, finally took the initiative to stand up.

"Leave it to me in Rivendell, his son is seriously ill and has a trigger for penetration, Banazal has done a very good job in the early stage, and I'll take care of the finishing touches... Seriously, it's been a long time since I've done anything like this, it's a pleasure to work under Casanatyr, there's no stupid shackles anymore, we do what we want, we do what we want! ”

"Whatever you want, but I warn you."

The visions of Varimatas whispered:

"Be careful with your activities lately, there are paladins of the Silver Hand stationed near Andorhar, and the mages of the High Elves who have migrated are very good at detecting illusions, especially you, Banazar, once you are targeted by the young Sun King, with your strength and his strength, it will be difficult to escape, after this side is done, remember to go to Lordaeron and join us."

"Our mission is coming to an end, and it would be a shame to fall in the pre-dawn darkness..."