Nine months have passed since the change of rulers of the land in the Federal District of Defiia, and the people who still live in the land have accepted their new life after the initial feelings of anger and loss have ended.

The farms of the Wild West have just harvested their first crops of the year, and with the incessant advocacy of the members of the House of Commons, a new life has begun on the land.

The new product that was initially accepted by the people was a device called the "steam harvester".

The big ones that smoked black smoke and clanged were products from the Black Iron District Trading Company, and the gnomes who worked as clerks and school teachers at Sentinel Ridge promised that it would make the harvest 10 times faster, but at first everyone didn't believe it, and after seeing the efficiency of the brainless undead, the old farmers had a hard time believing that there was anything more efficient than these tireless undead.

Saddin Sr., the largest local farmer and president of the Wild West Farmers Association, was the first to eat crabs, and in the midst of the doubts of others, he bravely took the first step with the encouragement of his son, who had become the mayor of Sentinel Ridge.

On the day the steam harvester drove into the Sardinia farm, for all the farmers and hired farmers who came to watch on horseback, the power represented by the machine shattered their stubborn thinking for the first time.

The oversized steam harvester, driven by three short gnomes, roared and rushed into Old Sardinia's vast farmland like a wild beast, and in ten minutes had finished harvesting the crops that would have taken 50 hired farmers a day's work, and everyone was stunned to see the yellow, orange, and orange wheat flowing like water into the pockets behind them in the steel pipes.

The developer of the steam harvester, the high-level engineer from the Owersback Science and Technology Laboratory, Morse Brown. Copper bolt, a dwarf in a cute dress stood at the edge of the farm, roaring at the steam harvester, promising the farmers around him that soon, maybe in the new year, they would develop an engineering product that could self-plowing and self-watering.

Some sensitive hired farmers sensed the end coming, and who would hire them to harvest the crops once these roaring steel machines became widespread?

Of course, there will always be sacrifices to be made in the new era of ignorance, and there is no need to worry too much about those who will lose their jobs in the future due to the proliferation of cheap labor from machines and the undead... In the factories that have already begun to be built in the Black Iron District, there is always no shortage of jobs.

Probably because of the success of the steam harvester, people began to accept new ideas, and in short, in the past few days, the goblins who smelled the smell of money have also taken action, touting their mining equipment in the mines of the entire Defia Federal District, and even began to sneak in imitation of smaller, more convenient harvesting robots, which they sell to cash-strapped farmers at lower prices.

The gnomes, on the other hand, have ambitious plans to build the first hydroelectric power station in the Defia Federal District on Thunder Falls outside Stormwind, of course, using even more magical engineering ideas... Anyway, from those strange machines, Tyrion can't see the shadow of technology in his memory...

In the restored city of Stormwind, some of the old people have become accustomed to getting up every morning to pick up a newspaper at the door and read about what is happening in the new country, while the young people are looking for their own opportunities in the monthly recruitment of the city hall.

New officials were appointed, new land was cleared, new mines were discovered, merchants discovered the hidden wealth opportunities of the Black Iron District, and even the most stubborn veterans began to form factions in the House of Commons and began to use new ways to gain the right to bear arms for themselves.

The Federal District of Defia is like a clumsy imitation, but it has been a toddler from the beginning, on the right track of self-development, it has many, many problems inside, but it is also trying to solve all these problems on its own, it has developed the ability to find and solve problems on its own, and even the necromancers who live among the living are beginning to be accepted little by little.

They're not fierce, they're not evil, they're joking, they're pairing up to taste some newly developed "dishes of the dead", they're listening to music in their free time, and they're having a life of their own.

It's just that the appearance is different, but they have the same soul, and the same soul will always resonate, and it may take a long time to trigger this resonance, but it doesn't matter, time, is always on the side of the undead.

Everyone is adjusting to their new roles, everyone is adjusting to their new life, maybe there is still some nostalgia for the past, but life has to go on... Someday, they will forget about the names of Stormwind or Ironforge, which have been erased from history, and proudly call themselves citizens of the "Defia Federation" or the "Kazmodan District".

Yes, someday.

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"Nasa has new news, and when are you going to read that newspaper?"

In the garden district of Stormwind, in a low-key mansion, Tyrion was reading today's newspaper, like a bystander, observing the development of the entire Federal District from the perspective of a third party, while Aurelia, who was like a hostess, was cross-legging her waist and yelling at her somewhat lazy husband.

At the table behind the two of them, some undead maids are arranging sumptuous dishes that are somewhat odd, have an eerie aroma, and look good, but you'd better not try to find out what they're made of... This is a dish that cannot be tasted by the living, and it is specially prepared for the dead.

Of course, the taste simulated with various toxins is actually quite good.

"I'll come now, don't be angry."

Tyrion turned his head and smiled apologetically, then folded the newspaper in his hand and set it aside, he sat down at the table by the window, put a fat scorpion tail in his mouth, feeling the sweetness with a hint of spiciness, he turned his head and looked out the window at the garden area, some high-ranking knights who were on vacation were talking on the grass in twos and threes, and some drunken undead were walking out of the garden area with their shoulders hooked, as if they were going to have a drink.

The Garden District was originally the "Noble District" in Stormwind City, but after the undead ruled here, it was transformed into a residence for the high-ranking undead in the Difia Federal District, and they privately gave the Garden District a new name, "Midnight Garden", a very ambiguous name, and now, many humans call this place by this name.

It doesn't deny entry to the living, but for now, not many living people will take the initiative to set foot here, except for those who are official officials and some bold businessmen.

Despite Van Cleeff and his councillors, the gap between the living and the dead is not so easy to resolve, and Tyrion will not allow high-level undead to join the system of the living. Go to the places where they once lived.

"So, what did Nassa say?"

Tyrion refocused on the dish in front of him, and as he tasted the deadly poison, Aurelia poured wine for both of them before speaking:

Nassa had given the Syndicate final instructions that Lothar would soon face a terrible upheaval, but Nassa said that she and Wolf had found some druids in Gilneth who had "holy relics" that could cure the werewolf plague. ”

"Druids? Heal? ”

Tyrion frowned, he put down the knife in his hand and shook his head:

"Werewolf infections cannot be cured, because after all, it is not a plague at all, it is a power that extends in the blood and soul, very similar to Sarein, and as for the holy relics held by the druids... Let me think, Luna Scythe, right? ”

Aurelia nodded:

"According to rumors, it was indeed a scythe, but none of our people had seen it with their own eyes."

"Well, I see, but those druids aren't a big deal."

Tyrion dismantled the poisonous lizard meat on his plate with a dining knife, and he dipped the slice of meat in the juice mixed with the spider's venom, and then said indistinctly:

"Hasn't Arugao been worrying about how to deal with those crazy first-generation werewolves who want to break the seal? He didn't have to worry anymore, let him take the Book of your to Gilneth and bring Lelar. Toothfire and those insane, hopeless first werewolf druids are thrown into that land, and they'll help us get rid of them. ”

"Then tell Nassa and the Raven to keep an eye on the battle until the druids are defeated, or the luna scythe falls into the hands of the fangshuo..."

Tyrion put a piece of meat into his mouth, his eyes becoming a little colder:

"Kill him."

"Will they do it?"

Aurelia said worriedly:

Arugao said Lelar. Toothfire is the Great Druid who fought the demons 9,000 years ago, and he and his Druids are so strong that they rely only on Nassa and Ravens..."

"I'll send someone to help them."

Tyrion picked up the cloth and wiped his mouth:

"If all goes well."

"Well, you've always been in charge of these things."

Aurelia brushed her long hair, and she said to her husband:

"This time the distraction is long enough, I will return to Draenor this afternoon, Dornan and Vanessa need to be watched, and the order of that world also needs to be maintained, especially the orcs of Nagrand, their race is recovering, maybe some thoughts that should not be there will slowly appear, in addition, what you asked me to check last time, I found some clues."

The Blood Mistress took a sip of blood wine and said to Tyrion:

"In Shattrath City, my maid heard rumors that Tulayan, who had studied the teachings of the Light with Naruadar before the outbreak of the Demon War in Draenor, had mysteriously disappeared and no one had seen him again... At least in that city, no one had seen him. ”

"He was sent away by Naru, but no one knows where he was sent?"

Aurelia's news made Tyrion a little worried, he rubbed his forehead, and after a moment, he shook his head:

"Forget it, as long as you can guarantee that Tulayan won't show up anytime soon, this is a very risky adventure in itself, and besides, after a while, after we defeat the human legions in the Arathi Heights, you may have to return to Quel'Thalas, if you don't want me to solve the problem with my methods, then you better start preparing now."

Tyrion reached out and took Aurelia's cold fingers, and he whispered softly, full of tenderness:

"Whatever you want to do, take care of yourself, I'm going crazy if you get hurt there."

"yes, I know."

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Sending Aurelia away, Tyrion walked alone in the night in Stormwind City, this rebuilt city was no different from before, but the lion emblem that was originally all over the city was replaced by a black broken blade emblem, this city that originally housed nearly 500,000 people is now only inhabited by a pitiful 50,000 people, so it looks very empty.

Especially at night, some dim corners of the city will never be approached.

For example, cemeteries.

The cemetery of Stormwind is erected on the edge of the church district, where the ancestors of the House of Urryon are buried, as well as those warriors who sacrificed their lives for the country, and some members of the nobility, the cemeteries of the commoners are on the periphery, and the cemeteries of the nobles are in the depths of the cemetery.

When the undead entered the city, they didn't destroy the place, and Tyrion didn't need these long-dead civilians to stand up and fight for him, so so far, the place is still calm enough, and fresh bouquets can be seen on some tombstones.

But Tyrion didn't come here this night to mourn someone, but to wait for someone.

"Bell"

At midnight, an eerie sound sounded in the heart of the Death Knight standing silently in the middle of the cemetery, interrupting his meditation, and Tyrion opened his ice-blue eyes, he took a deep breath like a living man, and then turned around, a rune of soul words shattered in the palm of his hand as the robe was blown by the wind.

In a vision unlike any other, he finally saw the angel of mortal legend for the first time... However, the angel's wings in front of her are pure black, which may symbolize that she is not from heaven.

"You're finally here..."

Tyrion coughed lightly:

"I've been waiting for you for too long."