In the world of Azeroth, humans are short-lived.

Compared to the immortal night elves, compared to the high elves who can easily live for 3,000 years, compared to the dwarves who can live for 1,500 years, and even the dwarfs who can live for hundreds of years, the life of human beings is too short, and the longest recorded person in history is only 200 years old, compared to those fantasy creatures, human beings really have no advantage in this regard.

But the short-lived species also have the advantages of the short-lived species, precisely because the years are short, so the more cherished, every day, every year is forced to spend themselves not empty, every second to live meaningful, it is in this kind of time not to wait for the instinct of the urging, human civilization only took 2800 years, in the eastern continent to establish a large civilization circle.

From the powerful Arathor Empire, which defeated the forest trolls with the High Elves, to the current Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, and then to the rebuilt Holy Arathor Empire, it took one-third of the time for humans to complete what the Night Elves took 10,000 years to complete, allowing their footsteps to spread to every corner of the entire world and leaving their own glorious mark in history.

Compared with the industrious human beings, the other immortals are more or less lazy, time is too forgiving for them, and they can't feel the passage of time, which will reduce the efficiency of life work to an outrageous point.

But a short life also means that it is impossible to spend a lifetime remembering emotions, remembering victories, remembering kindness, or remembering hatred, forgetting, which humans are always good at forgetting.

Three months after House Ureon's rule was uprooted, the Wild West seemed to have returned to its original order, well, even better than it had been.

The conflict between the Brotherhood of Defia and the Kingdom of Stormwind is like a lifetime affair, and now in this wilderness that has been redivided, there are Death Knights and Necro Infantry patrolling every road, and the Necrons are on time, and their daily patrols are almost stuck in time.

And the civilians working on both sides of the road have also gone from being frightened at the beginning, paralyzed by fear at the sight of the necromancer, to turning a blind eye to the present, some bold young people even hid between the crops on the farm, pointing fingers at the death knights, and of course, some were not angry that the humans who were managed by the necromancers scolded those "walking corpses" behind their backs.

But even the craziest drunks would not dare to make a provocative move against the Death Knights in broad daylight, and the last one to do so had not yet been freed from the hard labor of the Death Mines, and the results of his recklessness were too severe, and the civilians, though sometimes blind, were not fools.

"Mr. Sardin, this is a letter brought to you by your son."

The patrolling Death Knight stopped at the entrance to Sardinia's farm, and the owner of the farm, with a hint of fear on his face, wiped his dusty hands on his worn clothes before reaching out to take his son's letter from the cold armor of the Death Knight.

He glanced at the Death Knight in front of him, and his lips moved:

"Thank you, Knight Heisenberg."

"Call me Heisenberg."

The death knight replied casually, turned the horse's head, and continued to patrol with the undead infantry, the necromancer under the command of Tyrion is not a cold corpse without its own thoughts, even if it is a low-level knight, because of the mutilation of the soul, it seems that the reaction is a little slow, or it lacks the necessary emotions, but the basic communication with humans is completely guaranteed.

In fact, in recent months, it is not difficult for farmers in the western wilderness to find that these necromancers are not as difficult to deal with as they imagined, and some of them even retain the habits of being alive, although they still have an instinctive aversion to the dead from the living, but when they have to deal with them, the humans here will not be so resistant.

And old Satin, who looks very ordinary, is one of the first civilians to actively contact the necromancy.

Of course, old Satin was also forced to do so, and the honest old farmer had to do this, because his son, Satin the Younger, who had been a member of the Brotherhood of Defia, had now been given a formal official position with the Brotherhood of Defia as the de facto steward of the land.

Little Sardin is now the clerk of Sentinel Ridge, following Mayor Hank in the affairs of the new town, and lately he has been busy redividing the land of the Western Wilderness, planning the farms and cultivated land in an irregular row more carefully and centrally.

And this prodigal son, who used to give old Satin a headache, has now become more and more presentable, more or less like a decent person, and last week he and the bold Mayor Hank, and even took a few high-ranking death knights stationed here to have dinner at Old Satin's house, and almost scared Old Satin's wife to death.

Of course, that was the first time that old Sardinia knew that dead people could also eat and drink... According to them, the food eaten and the sake drunk can be completely digested by the energy in the body, but it has no taste at all, and it is said that this is done to remember the time of the departed.

"Oh, there's one more piece of farmland at home!"

Old Sardin hurried through the letter, and when he learned that another piece of land had been given to him, the old farmer, who had a deep affection for the land, was immediately pleased.

Speaking of which, Old Satin was also a beneficiary of this strange new system, because when the undead attacked Stormwind, many farmers fled and followed the king to the north, so there was a lot of good land in the western wilderness, and now it is being redistributed to those who need it, and those who are willing to accept the new system.

As a result, the land on Sardinia's farm has more than doubled in three months, and the most pleasing thing is that the United Council of Defia has issued a notice that there is no need to pay taxes in the first year, which means that as long as old Sardinia can wait for the harvest of this season, he can easily save a large amount of money...

"I heard that the Shining Gold Town Market has recently been selling ploughing cattle at a low price... Do you want to buy a few? ”

While thinking about things, the farmer walked to the farmhouse, and saw his old wife running towards him with an anxious face:

"Something's wrong!"

Madame Satin was sweating profusely, and she lowered her voice and said to her husband secretly:

"There's a spy in Alex's farm, and I heard that the king of the North sent him to sabotage, and those ghosts say that the spy is preparing to poison the water."

"What!"

When old Sardin heard this, he was immediately furious.

As a commoner, he could understand the anger of the kings when they were overthrown, but the fact of sending people to poison the water was unacceptable to old Sardin, because the dead would not die again even if they drank the poisoned water, and such a bad behavior would only hurt the local people who were struggling to survive, which undoubtedly pierced his heart.

"Damn it! Those bad guys should be hanged! ”

Old Satin scolded indignantly, and Madame Satin also helped:

"Those ghosts are also considered to have done a good thing, but I heard that the spy will be thrown into the mines, and the ghosts don't kill people, everyone knows it."

The "ghost" in Lady Sardin's mouth is worthy of the necrons who patrol the wilderness, which is how most of the commoners of the western wilderness call the necromancy, full of contempt and hostility.

"The Veterans Federation has already arrived, and it is said that they are going to interrogate the agent at Alex Farm."

Madame Satina's eyes flashed with interest in the excitement, and she complained to old Sardinia:

"You are also the biggest farmer in Sentinel Ridge Town now, and you are also a decent person in the local area, go change your clothes, and we will go and have a look."

"Look at what that's for."

Old Sardinia was not interested in this kind of interrogation, and he stuffed the letter in his hand to Madame Satina:

"My son said in the letter that he is very busy these days and can't go home, but there is another piece of land at home, which has not been cultivated yet, and I plan to go to Shanjin Town to buy a few ploughing cattle and come back..."

"What are you buying that for?"

Madame Satin stubbornly shook her head: "It's too expensive, we might as well rent 20 undead and come back, we can cultivate the land in a day, and then hire a few more people, it will be much cheaper." ”

"Rent the undead..."

Old Satin looked somewhat reluctant, the so-called "renting the undead" is a new "business" that has arisen throughout the Defia Federal District, in the previous war, many dead soldiers could not be conscripted into qualified soldiers, but it was too wasteful to burn them directly, so the Great Lich waved his hand, and these awakened undead became a special "commodity".

They don't have their own thinking and wisdom at all, even if they are sent to the battlefield, they can only be cannon fodder, but these lowest-level undead can accept simple orders, so in the first month of reclamation in the western wilderness, this business appeared in Sentinel Ridge, leasing the undead to plow the land for the farmers, the undead will not be tired, as long as the death energy is enough, they can continue to work.

Although he can't do the technical work of sowing, he is definitely more trustworthy than lazy hired farmers who always have small ideas.

Of course, in order to prevent causing discomfort to the civilians, these undead are specially treated and appear in the form of sleek skeletons, which will become the most inexpensive labor as long as you can overcome your fears.

Truth be told, though, this business wasn't popular in the Western Wilderness, where people were more primitive and couldn't accept this kind of thing that drove the dead to work, but I heard that in the East Valley and Red Ridge Mountain, the mine owners who had their own mines had begun to buy this kind of undead labor from the Darkblade Legion.

For dangerous mining and excavation operations, these undead laborers who are crushed to death are not distressed, and they will never complain about the danger, they do not even need to give money, do not provide food and water, and are absolutely diligent and reliable, they are simply the most perfect miners in the hearts of mine owners.

Seeing that old Satin was still a little hesitant, Mrs. Satin gritted her teeth and said loudly:

"You care about your reputation, then let me rent it, it's a big deal to let them farm at night, out of sight and out of mind, and!"

Madame Satin crossed her waist, pointed to old Sartin's nose, and roared:

"Next week the Wild West Ranchers will be electing a president, so you honestly put on my best clothes and run for office! You're the best farmer in the Wild West, and you deserve that seat! ”

"But I wasn't going to go."

Old Satin muttered, "Once King Varian returns, we'll just..."

"The king is not coming back!"

Madame Satin gritted her teeth and said, "What can the king do?" He would collect taxes and let our sons go to war for him, and his wife would be wounded and let the innocents of the whole Western Wilderness suffer, he was a good king, but the men under him were not good nobles! Will he create an association for farmers? He won't! Don't be stupid, there are no nobles anymore. ”

After the fat lady Satin finished yelling, she looked at the depressed old Satin with a dejected face, she sighed, and said earnestly:

"I know you don't care about that, you want to be a farmer, but you have to think about our son, he has fallen too deep, little Satin and Monsieur Van Cleef are completely of the same mind, he feels that he has a great mission to this land and to the people... It's impossible for him to quit, and since his son is going to do a big business, even if we can't help him, we can't hold him back, right? ”

"Mr. Van Cleef said that in this era, commoners can come out, and no longer judge people's nobility by blood and origin, I don't know if what he said is true or not, but... We've got to give it a try, right? ”

Old Satin nodded silently, and he reached out and took out a rusty badge from his tattered clothes, the one he had received when he was a young man with King Barathern to fight trolls, he was also a veteran, his son was loyal to the new system, and he, he was covered with the imprint of the old system.

"Ugh..."

Old Satin sighed, threw his most prized badge out of his hand, and a moment later mounted his old colt with his straw hat on, glanced back at his thriving farm, and then raised his whip and hurried towards Sentinel Ridge.

The Quartermaster of the Darkblade leaves work at 7 p.m., and he must rent a group of undead before then, or else he will have to wait another day to reclaim the newly allocated land.