"Whoa, whoa"

The icy waters of the Endless Sea found a new pass in the northern frontier of the eastern continent, and the heavy, icy water roared into the wide stone walls of the Dalaran Strait, washing down the stones that were not strong enough, and leaving those that were also washed away very clean.

For the width of the Dalaran Strait, it is actually capable of allowing ships to pass through, but only at high tide does the water rise to allow ships to dock at a temporary dock on the edge of Lordaeron, which is nearly a hundred kilometers away from the mouth of the strait, so that no ship would try its luck unless it was loaded with the engines of a goblin steamship.

In addition, the evil energy magic power in this place has begun to escape, and this super high concentration of magic power is not suitable for normal people to live for a long time, therefore, the sea route of this strait is rarely used, it is very remote, and it is secret enough, it has naturally become the home port of the Dark Blade Fleet, and the best thing is that the undead ships can move under the sea without worrying about power problems at all.

And at present, Dai Lin is dividing his fleet, and he has been looking for shipwrecks that can be awakened and powerful enough to fill his fleet throughout the world, and by the way, send those eliminated warships to Treasure Bay, which is Buddy, the goblin of death. Moore demanded that in the increasingly fierce competition for shipping routes in the South China Sea, it is impossible to extract more profit for the Treasure Bay without a fleet strong enough.

And the other death goblin, the big rich Rivigaz has begun to try to spread the power of the Darkblade Consortium to Kalimdor, he signed an agreement with the goblin engineer Hesuo, with his financial support, Hesuo fanned the flames in various goblin cities and hot spots in Kalimdor, the trade war between several consortia is in full swing, and armed conflicts will break out from time to time, finding a new trade market for the unsalable backward arms in the Black Iron District.

It is said that the madman of Hesuo has begun to plan an attack on the birthplace of the goblin civilization, the island of Kozan next to the maelstrom, which is the stronghold of the Rusty Water Chaebol and the territory of the trade prince Gary Vix, where 75% of the world's Koya ore is produced, and that special ore has a unique meaning for the goblins, whether it is Hesso or the two trade princes of Treasure Bay, they have never stopped coveting the ore.

Of course, the goblins will be left to the goblins, and the observers will not be interested in these copper-smelling things.

"Whoa, whoa"

Tonight in the Dalaran Strait, the icy waters seem to be more cheerful, in the surging of the sea, under the dark sea, a silent and huge fleet, is slowly passing under the water, like a ghost of the deep sea, just a glance, can make people feel creepy.

Outside Lordaeron, on the edge of the stone-clad docks, an army of the undead in full armor stood silently outside the channel, and on the pier of the dock, the trench-coated Blood Lord Myra was on a cane with carved bat-wings, waiting for the return of the Travelers.

The lord who had been badly wounded in the previous Imperial operations was still not healed, and the unique Holy Silver and Holy Fire Oil used by the Assassins severely damaged his body, and with Essalein's powerful recovery ability, it would take a long time to repair that terrible damage... The Blood Elves are only powerful, but they are not invincible, not to mention that it is the most powerful group of assassins on the Empire who attack Myra.

To be honest, being able to escape a life in the encirclement of those guys is enough to prove Myra's combat effectiveness.

Despite this, that experience is still considered a shame by Myra... He'll get his revenge, and he'll not let go of the assassins after he's survived this painful time.

"Ahem"

The cane-wielding lord coughed hard in the cold wind, like a frail living man, and behind him, the Death Lord, who currently theoretically manages the Stratholme district, looked at Myra with some concern, and in the darkness of the night, he whispered:

"You should go back to the city and wait, Myra, you're not in the right situation."

"I'm just hurt, Rogge."

Myrah put the handkerchief covering his mouth back in his pocket, the blood on the handkerchief was shocking, he looked up, his gray sideburns made him look like he was a teenager, he looked at the darkness in the distance, and said:

"I'm not a patient who can't move, don't underestimate me so much... I don't need to lie in a hospital bed to live, my wife has returned from a long trip, as a husband, how can I not wait for her here, besides, as a member of the Blood Lords' Council, I also have some feelings about those newly-born "compatriots"... Interest. ”

While the two were talking, the rolling sea water in front of them suddenly became manic, and a large whirlpool rolled out under the cold water, and in the roar and surge of the water, the large fleet driving under the sea appeared on the strait in front of the two of them at this moment, as if it had suddenly parted the sea.

It doesn't have the huge figure of the Sea Kingship, this is just a transport fleet with a special mission, and it is not the turn of a heavyweight like Dai Lin to lead the ship in person.

"Well, the Queen of the Northlands is said to be the most famous ghost ship on the other side of the North Sea..."

Gazing at the large quaint flagship at the front of the fleet, with its distinctive mast and bow image, as well as its distinctive deck design and insignia, Roglio said to Myra:

"Dai Lin's collecting habit is getting worse and worse, does he plan to fish all the famous shipwrecks in history?"

"No, no, no, it's not like that."

Myra coughed and explained to Rogge:

"I've heard the boss say that it is said that these famous wrecks, the wrecks with stories are attached to the last will of the sailors, and these wrecks have a certain growth compared to ordinary wrecks, just like Dai Lin's Maritime Throne... It has the unique potential to be "resurrected" by some ships, such as the Queen of the Northlands, which can fire heavy ice cannonballs or, if necessary, freeze an entire sea. ”

"Oh, special role, special ship, no wonder."

It dawned on Rogrio that he nodded:

"Then it's no wonder that Dai Lin searched the world for these shipwrecks, I thought it was his special habit of being an admiral."

"She's coming!"

Myra suddenly took a step forward, and the next moment, a slender black shadow jumped down from the flagship, like a cannonball, jumped in front of Myra, and hugged the weak blood lord to death, the lips of the two of them met, that greasy gesture, made Roglio cough lightly, and couldn't help but turn his face away.

There's an army behind you watching, these two guys, really... It's a shame.

"I've found it, Myrah, I've found the sword."

Luminas took a special wooden box from her back and said to her husband:

"It's broken, but it's okay, I've got that Compendium of Dragon Slayers, we can fix it, and when Quelcera finishes repairing, I'll take it to the Empire... Give you a breath. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, fool."

Myrah hugged his wife, helped her straighten her loose hair, and then looked up at the flagship of the fleet, where 13 dark figures were silently watching him.

That's the same kind of taste...

"Eternal Shadow, come here..."

Luminas waved his hand backwards and shouted to the thirteen figures:

"Come and meet the real Blood Lord, and I will arrange for you to go to Southern Xinjiang to meet the Great Lord later."

"Buzz Buzz"

Between the flickering of light and shadow, with Mordant. The 13 Lords of Sindra led by Eternal Shadow appeared in front of Myra's eyes in the glow of blood, and the latter looked at them with a scrutinizing gaze, and the aura that belonged to Salein was merging with each other, but although Myra was seriously injured, his aura was still more mellow and pure than that of the 13 newborn Blood Lords.

"The power of blood mutated by evil powers... Interesting. ”

Myra's blood-red eyes reflected the figures of the 13 newborn Blood Lords in front of him, and he could feel that the blood power flowing in the body of Sindrasa Leyn in front of him was a little weird, probably because they had been absorbing evil energy for 10,000 years, but this did not affect the Blood Lords' performance, in fact, this weirdness also gave them unique powers.

"Mordant. Eternal Shadow... From Eresaras. ”

The freshman, dressed in a black gown, leaned over to greet Myra, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Salute to you, ancestors who manipulated the power of blood, your presence has guided us to a new future in the darkness..."

"Hmm"

With a slight bow of her head, Myra said to the Sindra Blood Lords in front of him:

"With the authority given to me by the High Lord, Lord Roglio and I will be in charge of the resettlement of the Sindra settlers in Lordaeron, and when the 60,000 civilians who have crossed the sea with you have entered the city and sworn to join the Federation, I will take you to the south of Xinjiang... I can feel that there is still fear and distrust of the Blade in your hearts... This is normal. ”

"Mighty power is always fearful, but believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the painful past of the Sindra Elves will not be brought up again in the new civilization created by the Grimblades and the Federation... You will find a new meaning here, and the fire of Sindra's civilization will be inherited and reborn in this land. ”

Myra said something about the scene, he knew very well that for these immigrants who were expelled from their original homeland, the confusion and panic in their hearts could not be dispelled by a sentence or two, but time, time was on the side of the dark blade, and Myra was confident that the long line in front of her, under the supervision of the undead guards, the Sindra elves who walked down from each warship would find their home here.

And Roglio, who was standing on the side, also said to the 13 lords in front of him:

"You should feel that a powerful magic is rising in this land, of course, in order to access it, you must first set up a purification device for evil magic, but I know your history, and I believe that this should not be difficult for you."

"Yes, my people are well versed in this."

Mordant. Eternal Shadow looked up at the city in the darkness in the distance, and the Blood Lord whispered:

"I also believe that my people will accept all this as quickly as possible... We have to accept it all. ”

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"Elves?"

Edwin, who has already clearly developed symptoms of baldness. Lord Van Cleef looked at the letter he had just delivered, a personal letter written to him in Tyrion's voice, which explained the situation of the Sindra Elves, but the sudden incident still made the Lord feel abrupt.

After all, before, he had not noticed any signs that the Sindra Elves would join the Federation.

But... That's a good thing, isn't it?

Although after the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, the Federation accepted a large number of immigrants from the Northern Frontier, but now the population under the control of the Federation has just exceeded one million, and in Arathi and the Hillsbrad Hills, there are still a large number of immigrants waiting to be transferred.

On the one hand, because the Federation needed time to assimilate immigrants, and on the other hand, after the arrival of immigrants, the extremely deteriorating law and order situation also made the Federation have to suspend the entry of immigrants, and the Supreme Council of the Federation has been struggling with this matter recently, and finally, they decided to set up a federal district in Arathi and settle those Northlanders there first.

It is expected that the entire immigration process may take several years before it can really settle down, which is a very difficult test for the federal government, and the Great Lord of the Darkblade has made it clear that except in the case of riots in various places, the Darkblade will no longer interfere in the management system of the Federation, which is equivalent to Tyrion completely letting go of the support for the Federation... They must now rely on themselves to get through this.

"Jonathan! Jonathan! ”

The Speaker reached out and pressed the red button on his desk, and with the communicator made in the Black Iron Zone, he said to his secretary:

"Help me draw up a notice and give it to the other councillors, then look at my schedule and find time to hold a regular meeting in the next few days."

"Yes, sir."

A gentle male voice sounded from the communicator, and he asked:

"And what about the content? What kind of features should be highlighted in the circular? ”

"Hmm..."

The Speaker stroked his glasses, glanced at the letter in his hand again, and then stumbled out the cumbersome word in human language:

"About some elves who are about to join the Federation... Laborious... Syndra, oh, Holy Light, that's a bad word, in short, Jonathan, to reflect the importance of this event, this is the first elven civilization to join the Federation, and we must reflect the superiority of our civilization... There will be more and more such things in the future, so let the parliamentarians know..."

"They, these future members of the Federation, will be the fresh blood of our civilization... This is a very important thing. ”