The strategic discussion about Kalimdor has come to an end, and against the backdrop of the intensifying storm outside the window, in the abandoned palace of Lordaeron, the Lords of Death have begun to summarize the details of this war, which is very important for the commanders, although the new round of armament changes has just been completed, it does not mean that the armament system of the Darkblade will be fixed.

After all, several large military laboratories in the Black Iron Commercial District have been designing new weapons of war one after another, and whether these strange weapons can be used or not is still up to the commanders on the front line.

"The new Bison melee shotgun has performed very well on the battlefield, and this easy-to-use, powerful weapon rationing to basic combat units is a great decision, greatly enhancing the combat capabilities of the undead infantry, and with high-explosive grenades, it is enough to give our infantry more than twice the combat effectiveness. ”

Grokush complimented on the new axe, then pulled his dark gold shotgun out of his feet and threw it on the table, his expression telling that the Lord of Death was not happy with the weapon.

"The Kraken shotgun issued by the officers is also very powerful, but to be honest, the combat effectiveness of this thing is very limited to the high-ranking knights, after all, we are warriors on the magic side, and this kind of pure engineering weapon is difficult to integrate into our combat skills, if it is transformed into a ranged weapon that can be powered by death energy, I think the effect will be better. ”

"Well, I think so too, this thing is a little less powerful."

Sarufar glanced at the dark gold, very simple iron box-like weapon, and he supported Glokush's claim.

"Laboratories in the Black Iron District are experimenting with this... But I don't hope much about it. ”

Governor Myra moved her finger and said to the two lords of death:

"The internal structure and design principles of this shooting weapon have been decided, and no matter how much it is modified, it will be difficult to satisfy the high-ranking knights, so the second plan given by the gnomes and goblins is to distribute the improved "Kraken" shotgun as a secondary weapon to the lower-level knights, and then distribute new equipment to the high-ranking knights in the command level... It is the "non-commissioned officer-type" power armor that has been distributed to you this time, and it has been tested on the battlefield. ”

"Of course, if the whole army wants to distribute it, it will definitely be downgraded and modified, otherwise according to the current cost of nearly 150,000 gold coins per unit, our entire economic system will collapse."

"Huh? Those power nails? ”

Luminas' eyes lit up, and she whispered:

"It's finally a little interesting, I've already imagined the scene of hundreds of power armor warriors charging together, and there is probably no city on this continent that can block the surprise attack of those mechanical beasts."

"Then you'd better not expect too much."

Myra shrugged her shoulders and said to her girlfriend:

"It will take at least 5 years for that thing to be popularized to every warband, after all, it is a breakthrough product of the overall concept of engineering, and the manufacturing speed of some of its components is very slow, according to the expectations of Hesuo and Owersback, after the industrial machine tools and assembly line system are upgraded again in the Black Iron District, the production speed and production unit price of those armors can catch up with the level we expected to plan."

As she spoke, Myrah glanced at Tyrion, and said:

"It's a very, very big project."

"It's okay, we can afford to wait."

Tyrion said conclusively: "In recent years, there should have been no wars that require full mobilization, so it can be equipped with a few warbands first, mainly those that are about to go to the Northrend continent, and it is important to ensure their overall combat effectiveness." ”

"Well, I'll coordinate the inner workings of the Black Iron District."

Myra nodded.

"There's also a question about the new rapid-fire guns and howitzers that the Darkblade is currently equipped with."

Roglio knocked on the table:

"The level of fire projection of the artillery units is satisfactory, the only flaw is the speed of their movement, it is difficult to keep up with the ground forces advancing at full speed, and this time the coastal war has proved this, and the main artillery forces can only enter the battlefield after 20 minutes of the ground forces have already started."

"And there's also the question about the steam tanks that are distributed to each warband, their weapon deterrence is negligible after the reloading, the only thing that is commendable is their armor defense and movement speed... So I thought, is it possible to combine artillery and steam tanks? Forming a new type of weapon of war with powerful defense and firepower? ”

"Well, theoretically."

Myra rubbed his forehead, as if he was recalling something, and after a moment he said to Roglio:

"I seem to have seen a small laboratory submit a research application in this area a few days ago, but their idea is to set up heavy artillery on a moving airship in the sky, so let's sign this research application after I go back, according to the current scientific research speed in the Black Iron Zone, there will be research results in about 2-3 months."

"No problem, the artillery units will be transferred to Hinterland and Arathi for rest, we have enough time to wait."

Roglio bowed slightly, and another study of war was arranged.

"So, that's really all we're going to talk about."

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, he looked at the lords in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Battle of the Northern Frontier has completely ended, no matter what happened in the past, but now, our minds are reunited, the differences of thought within the Dark Blade have been integrated, we have always recruited our companions according to the principle of voluntariness, our consciousness and thinking are free, this is a fine tradition to be cherished, and it is also the most important sign that distinguishes us from the monsters, I sincerely hope that this unity will last longer..."

"The Khadgar and Danas incident is a tragedy in its entirety, I hope it doesn't happen again, and I hope that in the future, whatever the problem, we can get together and discuss and solve it..."

Tyrion's fingers intertwined, his mind racing:

"The most important thing that Darkblade will do in the Eastern Continent is to help the Defia Federation complete this "Great Migration", as well as the industrial upgrading of the Black Iron District, as well as the establishment of the council system in the Kazmodan District, including the development of the Twilight Federation and the Swamp of Sorrow, as well as the business connection and operation of the world of Azeroth and Draenor. ”

"There are a lot of things to do, in the next period of time, you hands who are used to holding weapons, you must learn to hold the pen well, the undead can do more than just destroy and destroy, we must also integrate into the construction of civilization, the new civilization of the Federation does not only belong to human beings, the undead should also be a part of it."

"This will also be the destination of the Dark Blade, the civilization that belongs to the Dark Blade."

"Wait!"

Iriel, who was drowsy at the hearing, suddenly shook, and she propped her chin with her left hand, and looked at her companions, and she said in a loud voice:

"There's one more important thing that hasn't been resolved... If Lord Tyrion is no longer King of the Darkblades, if the Legion of the Darkblades really doesn't have the title of King anymore... So, what shall we call you? You can't just call you Tyrion in public, can you? ”

"Well, Irel has a point."

Silentmo rubbed his chin and nodded approvingly:

"No matter what we think internally, at least in the eyes of the living beings, you are still the leader of the Darkblade Undead, and you must have a title that matches your identity, even if it is a title of honor."

"Speaker? Presiding judge? It's still cooler..."

Luminas clutched her hair and pondered for a few seconds, then looked at Tyrion:

"Dawnblade Warlord?"

"Or, according to our Draenei tradition, the Archons? The Great Church? ”

Iriel also glared at him with wide eyes, and said:

"And, I seem to remember, the great ones in our history are also quite appropriate, the Chosen One?"

"I think it's more appropriate to call Warovers."

Grokush stretched out his finger and nodded in the air:

"It's a name that transcends the lord."

This noisy and interesting discussion went on for a long time, and Tyrion watched with a blank face as his friends put strange names on his head, until he had completely lost interest in listening, and he waved his hand to interrupt the arguments of these open-minded fellows, and he whispered:

"As we called it when we first arrived at the world of Draenor."

"Call me... Grand Lord. ”

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"No!"

In the darkness of the night in a foreign land, a sudden exclamation broke the silence in the room, and Arthas sat up from his bed as if he had been attacked, breathing heavily, his fingers searching the darkness quickly, and finally grasping the hilt of the long sword that lay beside the bed.

At the moment when he grasped the cold weapon, the hesitation and fear in the young king's heart were dispelled little by little, he looked at the slightly unfamiliar room in front of him, in a daze, heard the movement, and the head of the guard, Faric, who quickly rushed into the room with a lantern, saw that the king was safe, he let out a sigh of relief, and then lit the candle.

As the light filled the dark room, Arthas seemed to come back to his soul, carrying a long sword and wearing pajamas, he stepped out of bed, staggered against the window, and then picked up the half bottle of wine on the table, which was the best "medicine" he used to hypnotize.

Outside the window was a calm sea, like a black mirror reflecting the starlight, and the starry sky above him seemed to be different from the starry sky he remembered, which was natural, because he had left the land where he had grown up, and he was now on the other side of the endless sea, on a land that would make him feel strange and frightened.

Kalimdor, the city of Thorntooth, a commercial city built by the goblins of the Hot Sand Consortium on the shores of the Barrens, is the closest port from Kurtilas to Kalimdor, and the only way to the Dust Swamp.

The civilians of Lordaeron who had fled from the north were currently temporarily housed in the Stoxon Valley of Kurtiras, where there were nearly 3 million homeless refugees from other kingdoms, and since the new frontiers promised by the Night Elves to the Human Empire were unexplored savage lands, the civilians would have to stay in the island nation for a while before the advance army could take care of everything.

Now the human empire is facing a tricky situation, after the loss of the human emperor Lothar and those old kings, almost every country is headed by some young people, and the people have just gone through a terrible war, they are panicked, and the time has come to test the ability of these young kings.

If the young rulers could not prepare a new respite for their people before their people were crushed by fear, then the empire of mankind would be completely finished.

This is also the reason why Arthas will appear in the city of Thorntooth, it is only 4 days before the end of the final war in the northern frontier, but Arthas has not much time to rest, he must take Lordaeron and the army of combat effectiveness to the Dust Swamp and Garin. King Torbain met and built the first city of the new era of the human empire in the swamp by the sea.

"Your Majesty, you should rest, and you have to hurry tomorrow."

The loyal chief of the guard, Farek, looked at His Majesty, who had been unusually silent lately, and he persuaded with some concern: "You can't sleep with alcohol anymore, this thing will affect your judgment." ”

"Light above, let me be quiet for the night, Farek."

His Majesty Arthas waved his hand impatiently:

"Let's get out and let me be quiet, okay?"

The chief guard wanted to say something more, but considering the quarrel this afternoon, he finally sighed and quietly left the room, and at the moment the door closed, Arthas, who was unusually tired and unusually tired, shook his head, and he raised his hand, and the cold wine poured down his throat into his stomach, and the spicy feeling made the scene in front of him begin to shake.

He couldn't help but recall that on the night he left the northern frontier, on the position on the north coast, he and his father... and Terenus, one of the Forgotten Kings. Minethiel's exchange...

"Father, I... How can I save your soul? How can I save your kingdom..."

Arthas muttered to himself, his eyelids sinking as the wine poured into his throat little by little, until at some point the young and emaciated king lay on the goblins' couch, and at the moment he closed his eyes in a drowsy state, another scene unfolded before him.

It was the scene of the howling snow drifting in the wind, and Arthas suddenly saw the endless undead entrenched in an entire continent, and the tower that stood in the dark snow and ice, the ice throne at the top of the tower, and a faint light shining faintly in the frozen ice.

In front of that throne, there was a magic sword that hovered above the snow, shining with pale light, like the dark sword in Tyrion's hand, it was exuding endless... Strength.

"Come on, come on, Arthas. Minethir, your weapons have been wiped clean, and your legions are ready to go... Come on, become king, and then reclaim your lost land with... Glory. ”

"To defeat a demon, you have to be a demon first... This is a great and glorious sacrifice, to sacrifice yourself, to win the future for your people and civilization, just like Lothar, like your father..."

"Come, young king, the future you want... It's already in your hands. ”