"Whoa, whoa"

Heavy raindrops frantically slapped between the trees of the Dust Swamp, and every leaf of the hot and humid land covered with mud was trembling in the sudden rainstorm, and it was obvious that there was no way to work in such weather, so the human settlers who had built a city in the southeast of the Dust Swamp could finally take a break from their work.

Well, although in this kind of weather, which was rare in the former human empire, most people have difficulty sleeping.

But leisure time is always precious, especially for a group of immigrants who have come from afar, the daily work has long exhausted everyone, not to mention the poor logistics here, except for a group of people who were originally fishermen, eating fish for three meals a day, which really makes people not interested in this boring life.

But overall, the first Imperial people to rush to Kalimdor to pioneer are doing well, at least much better than the orcs who came here a few years ago.

At least they brought enough supplies, and in the bay outside the station, there were several ships docked for people to rest, and the immigrants did not need to build everything from scratch with their bare hands, and the only thing the hard-working Empire complained about was the terrible climate of the dust swamps.

It's no wonder that the Empire is pampered, you know, even the rough-skinned orcs didn't choose to build their new home in the Dust Swamp when they migrated to Kalimdor, because even the orcs couldn't stand the bad weather in this terrible place, so they preferred to build a city in the more inhospitable red earth of Durontar.

At least there are no major floods that will wipe everything away from days of rain, and Durontar doesn't have the nasty insects that inhabit trees and can poison people to death with just one bite.

Yes, this is the Dust Swamp, a strange place with abundant products, a terrible environment, and an unbearably wild and primitive ecology, but mixed with a lot of arable land, and the northernmost point of the new frontier of the human empire... The first of the Empire people who lost their homeland set foot on a new land.

Speaking of which, the Night Elves are also very generous, the combined area of the three new territories they "leased" to the Human Empire is almost comparable to that of the Northern Frontier, and the problem is that these three places are all wilderness areas, just like Durontar and Barren Lands, where the orcs live, they all belong to the kind of barren land that the Night Elves who sit on the whole of Kalimdor don't want to look at.

However, there are many barbarians living in these three areas that annoy the Night Elves, so the generous lease of these three areas to the Human Empire fully demonstrates the ingenuity of those Night Elf ladies who live in seclusion in the Hyjal Mountains... These guys, who have lived in seclusion for 10,000 years, are not so easy to fool.

"Damn the rain! Damn the swamp! Damn crocodiles... Damn everything! ”

Garin. Tolbain swore and walked into his room, and the young king grabbed his hat and twisted it on the basin beside him, and streams of cold rain poured down from the gorgeous hat, and the muddy footprints that spread out behind him were a testament to the king's present embarrassment.

It has been a full month since he arrived in the Dust Swamp, and in this 1 month, this ghost place has completely turned the originally gentle King Garin into a rude and neurotic ruler, which is not to blame him, the king who grew up in the most temperate climate in the Arathi Highlands, when has he ever been to such a poor mountain and bad water, not to mention, he will rule here in the future.

The thought of this terrible future makes Garin feel like he's going crazy, and the saddest thing is... He can't refuse this future, he doesn't have the right to refuse.

"Your Majesty, the letter just sent from Kurtilas, this is a personal letter from the Chaldean protagonist and the Countess Presto, the immigrant fleet of the Stormwind Kingdom will arrive at the shores of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest in 10 days, and the Stormwind Kingdom has officially requested us to support some supplies."

No sooner had Garin bathed and changed his clothes with the help of his maids, and before he could rest, his guard went into the room and laid a thick stack of letters on the table in front of the king's eyes.

"Uh"

Garin lit his pipe without care, in the hellish place of the Dust Swamp, he would not enjoy too much as a king, and tobacco was the cheapest and most cost-effective of all... Unless he doesn't mind welcoming his first illegitimate child in this hellish place.

Between the smoke and the accompaniment of the heavy rain outside the window, Garin leaned back in his chair and flipped through the letters, most of which were official letters from several other countries, all discussions about the imperial system, which, in Garin's view, began to be discussed before the imperial immigrants had yet to take full control of the new frontier, and it was purely the idle pain of the scholars.

But as a ruler, he could not order the prohibition of these discussions... In the bad days when the country was ruined and the family was ruined, he needed to find something to do for his people, so as not to cause other troubles when they were idle.

And in between these time- and energy-wasting discussions, there are also a handwritten letter or two from other kings, which need to be taken seriously.

Although King Garin did not want to win the second emperor of the human empire, the sensitivity and vigilance of the nobles to power made him have to think seriously about these troubles, and under the current circumstances, electing the second emperor as quickly as possible is undoubtedly a thing that can reassure the people of the empire.

In the midst of the mess left over from the war in northern Xinjiang, in today's situation, any measures to calm the people are necessary.

"Huh? The immigrant town of Lordaeron was attacked by centaurs in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest? A dozen people also died... How many times this month? ”

King Garin looked at the scout report in front of him, and he immediately frowned.

As mentioned earlier, in the new frontier of the empire, there are many barbarians native to Kalimdor, and the centaurs are the most barbaric and difficult to deal with, it is said that when the orcs first arrived in Kalimdor, they were raided by the barren centaur tribe, but the orcs, a group of combat-ready warmongers, even in the case of extreme lack of materials, still used weapons made of fists and wood to easily drive the group of centaurs out of their homeland.

It is said that they also rescued a group of minotaurs who were besieged by centaurs and almost wiped out in the bleak land, but the orcs were trapped in a lack of supplies and were not able to kill all the nearby centaurs, and those centaurs who were expelled by the orcs went all the way south to join the centaur tribe in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, and now, Lordaeron's immigrants began to build towns in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and the Flash Plains, which directly triggered the attack of the barbarians.

It's not bad luck for the Lordaerons, it's a legacy of history in itself... The centaur tribe entrenched in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest is enough to give the Night Elves a headache, and not only the Lordaerons, but even the Arathi, who are pioneering in the dust swamp, are also under threat from the centaurs.

And because of the lack of personnel at hand, in the face of the threat of barbarians, human countries currently do not have the ability to go abroad to fight barbarians... Most of the immigrants from the empire are still stranded in Kurtiras.

"My loyal Grey Yopp, write a letter for me to the Chaldean protagonist and the countess, Stormgard is willing to do everything to help our fellow citizens, after the immigrants of the Stormwind Kingdom arrive in the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, we will send a batch of supplies as soon as possible, and then contact the goblins, and hire a fleet to send the remaining children of the Stormgard Kingdom to the Dust Swamp... Whether it's building a fort or a farm, we need manpower. ”

Garin, smoking his pipe, said to his chief guard:

"Also, what happened to the Lordaerons is worthy of our vigilance, send another team of knights to the border of the Dust Swamp, bring those powerful steam rifles, and if you find that the centaurs in the barren land are trying to cross the border, don't hesitate to give them a hard time!"

The loyal Grey Yopp, a royal agent who had been in the service of the royal family of Stormgard for more than ten years, while recording the king's orders, said to his majesty:

"The goblins of Thorntooth City arrived at the port this morning, and they brought another batch of weapons, but with all due respect, Your Majesty, after seeing the engineering weapons used by the Darkblade Undead, those muskets... It's a little too far behind. ”

"So it's clear that those cunning goblins are blackmailing us."

The young king opened his mouth and cursed a series of rude words that he would never have said before, and in very vivid words, the young king's expectation of a super-friendly relationship with the female relatives of the goblin profiteers, but after calming down, the king sat back in his chair with some decadence.

"Uh..."

He took another puff on his pipe, then shook his head:

"But what's the solution? The Empire does not have a self-sufficient engineering system, in this regard, the Darkblade is simply one-sided to beat us, the Darkblade undead beat us all over the head with artillery, a new era of war has arrived, swords and swords will soon be obsolete, buy it, but give me a hard bargain, Gray Yopp, and tell those goblins that the next time they send this garbage, we will hang them on the harbor and whip them. ”

"By the way, are the pirates under the Heavy Fist still safe?"

Garin asked again, and Gray Jopp smiled playfully, and he lowered his voice:

"Prince Tamrid is 'training' them, there are 10 Kultiras warships, those stinky pirates can't turn the sky, that minotaur has returned some of the gold we gave him, and he seems to be planning to join us... Become the official navy of the Kingdom of Stormgard. ”

"Hold it down for a while."

The young king closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, looked out the window at the waning rainstorm, then put his pipe to his mouth and whispered:

"They have to prove their loyalty on the battlefield... Sacrifice, only after sacrifice, can both sides trust each other, alas, the empire that escaped death, all kinds of ruins are waiting to be rebuilt, and I don't know, those undead will give us time to grow stronger... Hopefully, hopefully, fate will be on our side this time. ”

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Kalimdor is a land ruled by the Night Elves, but the Night Elves don't pay much attention to the wild lands on the border, they just occupy the most fertile lands in the entire Kalimdor, and let those wild races take root in other regions.

Centaurs are just one of Kalimdo's many barbarians, and among the vast swamps in the deepest part of the Dust Swamp grows another powerful barbarian.

Ogre...

These tall, strong, stupid and violent creatures are not native to Azeroth, when the orcs first invaded Azeroth more than ten years ago, they brought the ogres native to the world of Draenor into this world, but the orcs only used the ogres as weapons of war, and after the later defeat, the huge number of ogres completely broke free from the control of the orcs.

These savage creatures are invincible in their adaptation to their environment, and they reproduce as fast as rats... In just a dozen years, in today's Azeroth, there are traces of ogre's existence on almost every piece of land.

Even in the land of Kalimdor, there are many, many ogre tribes, in the wilderness of Firas, those crazy ogres even occupy a large piece of land, even the ancient upper elf city of Eresaras, has been occupied by ogres, at this moment, the high elves led by Kael'thas are struggling to expel the ogre forces in the ancient city, of course, this story, we can talk about it later.

In short, while the Arashi are struggling to establish their new land in the wilderness, the ogre tribes in the depths of this land have also cast their eyes on those weak humans.

And what's worse is that this time, they have as savage as they are... Reinforcements.

"The warriors of the stone mallet don't need help! We can easily hammer the weak to death! Eat them all! ”

In the village of the Fern Wall, in the deepest part of the Dust Swamp, the mighty and savage ogre leader Tagosh sits in his dry and cozy stone cave, a dirty tiger skin rests on his bone "throne", he is still wearing ugly and rough armor made by ogres, and a black armor-piercing hammer a man tall is in his hand.

Tagosh looked arrogantly at the tall messenger of the centaur tribe in front of him, his left head munching on a piece of bloody raw meat, and the right head said disdainfully:

"But if the centaurs want some of the spoils, they have to contribute... Go get the attention of the humans, and the warriors of the Stonehammers will come and conquer that little town! Go back and tell your leader, Dust Swamp... It is the hunting ground of the stone mallet! Only this time! ”