Time flies, and it is like an amorous and ruthless prodigal son who does not stop for anyone, anything.

The winter of Dark Gate 14 was a quiet winter, and the grasslands of the Arathi Heights were yellowed and covered with snow, and the undead who had been stationed here and were hostile to the human army quietly returned to the warmer wetlands on a cold night.

No one knows why the undead retreated when they had the upper hand, but this did not prevent politicians from calling it "a glorious victory" and spreading it throughout the empire.

All the higher-ups knew that this argument was nonsense, but no one was trying to stop the spread of this absurd rumor, for the simple reason that civilians, as a group of individuals, needed to be told that peace still existed, that their lives were not disturbed, and that they needed to be given a stable world by their managers.

They will cover their ears and bask in an illusory peace, which is what the higher-ups want to see, especially in this eventful time.

And when the New Year's bell rings in the 15th year of the Dark Gate, the cities of Northern Xinjiang are filled with a happy atmosphere, whether it is the people, the soldiers, or the generals on the front line, they all let go of their heavy pressure and enjoy the happy time on this night, and surprisingly, in the area controlled by the undead, there are also huge celebrations on this night.

Whether it was the citizens of the Difia Federal District, or the workers of the Black Iron District, or the two groups of dwarves in the Kazmodan District who were hostile to each other and occasionally united against the undead, they all put down the unhappy things in their hearts on this night, and the drinks were openly served, and a huge bonfire was lit in the Western Wilderness, and the stingy bosses of the Black Iron District even kindly offered an extra dinner for the night workers.

Everyone was happy, including the Death Knights in Stormwind's Midnight Garden, who went to orphanages in Stormwind and various cities with candy and condolences to spend an unforgettable night with the daring children, as well as the timid children hiding under the covers, even though the scene seemed to them to be similar to Halloween night.

It is said that the world of Draenor was just as happy tonight, with a huge celebration taking place in the Dark Temple, where the Blood Mistress invited the orphans of the Shattrath Orphanage to the Temple, an invitation that was initially worrying but eventually became a reality with Naru's tacit approval.

And even those citizens who hate the undead have to admit that the undead who rule them in the faint darkness do have a bottom line, and a ruler with a bottom line can indeed make people feel at ease.

The High Council of the Federal District of Defia held a huge fireworks celebration in the square of Stormwind City tonight, and Mr. Van Cleef, the Speaker of the House of Representatives, who had aged much in recent years, announced the development of the Confederation for the coming year in front of the citizens of Stormwind, and the people cheered heartily after hearing that the extremely low tax rate would not change.

No matter what world they are in, no matter what civilization they are, no matter what kind of system they are in, what people care about most is still their own lives.

Even those Imperial agents hidden among the citizens have to admit that the Defia Federation, which is completely different from the ruling system they know, now has what a country should be... Although many of the country's regulations, especially the undead labor and the rampant use of less secure machines, seem to them to be deviant.

What pleased Mr. Van Cleef, who was most heartbroken about the development of the Federation, was that the low tax rate and welfare policies that the Federation had adhered to since its establishment had finally paid off.

The dwarf physicians and their apprentices assigned to each town, as well as the improvement of the standard of living, coupled with the abundance of money, led many civilian couples who had seen the disaster to start the "Creation of Man" again, especially the "Heroic Mother" commendation policy that was initially implemented in the Western Wilderness and Alwyn Forest, so that the people began to be more willing to maintain the inheritance.

According to the House of Commons, every town in the Federal District has seen a significant increase in the birth rate of babies this winter, which means that the Federation, which is trapped by a sparse number of people and difficult to grow, is about to usher in its first baby boom in its third year of existence, which is indeed a good thing.

Although this increase in population is only a drop in the bucket for the Federation, the Defia Federation rules the territory of a kingdom, and the Council has tried its best to recruit the population, even at the expense of some good pirates or robbers, plus the resources of the rout brought by previous wars, and a large-scale population raid by Tyrion in Kurtiras.

It took so many means, but until today, the total population of the Federation does not exceed 300,000 people, and it is mainly concentrated in a few specific areas, and the land is so vast and sparsely populated that it is desperate... And in northern Xinjiang, even a prosperous town has far more people than that.

The situation in the Black Iron District and the Kazmodan District is slightly better, but the social form of these two places is far inferior to the Defia Federation, after all, in Tyrion's planning, the system of the Defia Federation is the system he wants to see, which can develop itself and be accepted by humans.

"So, you're offering to move some of the gnomes, as well as the Copperbeard Dwarves and Black Iron Dwarves into the Federal District?"

In the noisy midnight, in the mansion in the garden district of Stormwind, Tyrion looked at Van Cleeff sitting across from him, the speaker was no longer as young as he had been a few years ago, and now he looked very solemn and confident in his every move, it was the temperament of a big man, and in front of him, there was a plan.

Faced with Tyrion's questioning, Van Cleef took off his monocle, rubbed his thinning forehead, nodded and said:

"Yes, Your Majesty Tyrion, this is a helpless move after countless discussions in the House of Lords, the Federal District wants to develop, population is the necessary foundation, but even if we do everything we can to encourage fertility, the natural increase in population will not meet our urgent needs, in the Federal District we have initially proved that the system we adhere to can survive, and now, the most important task before us is to ensure its rapid development."

"Dwarves and gnomes are immortal species relative to humans, and it will take a long time for the barriers between races to be broken, and the combination of humans and the two races may not seem realistic at the moment, but I believe that one day, there will be half-dwarfs, half-dwarves and other races in our federation, and they, born and raised in the federal district, will become our staunchest supporters, because they need a culture and civilization to flaunt themselves."

"Well, you're very thoughtful."

Tyrion put aside the plan in his hand, he thought for a moment, and reached out to pick up his cat, Mr. Bigworth resisted when he first arrived in Stormwind, but was soon overwhelmed by the steady stream of delicacies from the undead maids.

It was now at least half fatter than before, but with Mr. Bigworth's fine pedigree, this obesity didn't affect its health... Well, this little flower cat is a rare wizard cat that can use some simple low-level magic and can live for at least 300 years.

Tyrion stroked his sleepy cat, and he whispered:

"But I'm not optimistic about this immigration plan, dwarves and gnomes are immortal species, their fertility rate is already low, even if they combine with humans, they can't change the laws of nature, but your consideration is also necessary... Have you ever thought about using some not-so-"legitimate" ways to quickly increase the population of the Federation? ”

"Huh?"

When Mr. Van Cleef heard this, he couldn't help but rub the bridge of his nose, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Some of the councillors, well, the more radical ones, have come up with a plan more than once to "plunder the population", and according to some of the maritime merchants we have hired from the Black Iron Zone, in the chaotic South China Sea, there are many islands on which there live a considerable number of fellow human beings bound by the rules of piracy, and after preliminary calculations by some experienced auditors, the number of human beings in the vast South China Sea is between 600 and 750,000, which is comparable to that of a small country, and if you count the other races that participate in piracy, This number is likely to exceed 1 million. ”

"But this proposal could not be passed in the House of Commons."

Van Cleef smiled a little embarrassed: "The problem of parliamentarism is here, there are some things you know are right and should be done, but you just can't do it..."

"So, my opinion is, you can do it another way."

Tyrion said slowly:

"Pirates are a bunch of scum, there is no doubt that they do not have any moral constraints, they can do anything..."business" for money, even including robbing their compatriots, trafficking in human beings... Listen to me, it's a bit wasteful for the pirates to kill everyone who resists them..."

"Smack"

A black card was placed on the table, and then handed to Van Cleef:

"This is the VIP status of the Darkblade Consortium in Treasure Cove, if you make a decision, you can send someone to contact them, I'm sure those filthy stinky pirates don't mind an extra bounty."

"We can open the ports of Stormwind and the Wild West to their use..."

Van Cleef's eyes narrowed, and there was a glimmer of light in them: "It is even possible to give them a legal status, provided that they make their due contribution to the development of the Defia Federation." ”

"I didn't say anything, it's up to you to decide."

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, the flower cat in his arms was already drowsy, and even with his master seemed to have entered a state of light sleep, Mr. Speaker hesitated for more than ten minutes, and finally, he sighed, picked up the black card, put on his top hat, put on the black coat with the help of the undead maid, and quietly left the Midnight Garden.

After Van Cleef left, Tyrion's eyes slowly opened, and he stared into the dimly lit room, a moment later, a smile on his lips.

"For what is right, for what is wrong... Van Cleef, I was right. ”

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"Cheers to a hard-won victory!"

At the Monastery of the Light outside the city of Lordaeron, on the night of the New Year, the Mograine family, who rule the area, held a small drinking party, and the guests were mostly devotees of the Holy Light, as well as some high-ranking nobles of the kingdom of Lordaeron. Grand Knight Mograini scoffs at the so-called "Arathi Victory", but the veteran nobleman also understands the truth of being with the light.

What's more, the people in his realm also need good news.

At tonight's reception, the great nobles sat on the second floor and talked, while the minor nobles camped around in the generous hall, and the devotees of the Holy Light gathered together to admire some of the collections of the Holy Light Church in the Grand Knight's private domain, and at the same time frequently raised their glasses to pray for the blessing of the Archbishop Fa Yao.

Since the beginning of spring last year, the health of Fao's crown has been very unoptimistic, and people have been pessimistic that the archbishop was inspired by the light in the harsh winter, but the sudden return of his apprentice, the Grand Knight Tulayan, seems to have given the archbishop a shot in the arm, especially the light scriptures that Tulayan brought back from the world of Draenor about the Holy Light of the sages of Naru and Delaney, and gave the dying archbishop the motivation to continue to live.

On New Year's Eve, the archbishop, with the help of others, met with the faithful at the Alonthos Chapel in the Stratholme district, and his health did not improve, but it did not deteriorate either, a news that really made many people happy, but also disappointed others... After all, it was the Pope, a sacred position at the top of the human faith, and there were almost countless people who had spotted that position.

"Naru is a divine being, they are born from the purest light, that is a long time that we can not imagine, and in the vast battlefield of the stars, Naru has always been a supporter of the light side, and the darkness is doing an eternal struggle, the experience in Shattrath City is the most precious treasure of my life, every time I enter meditation under the holy light of Naru, it is a great comfort for my soul."

Today, the Grand Knight Tulayan, dressed in ceremonial clothes, spreads the greatness of the Light among a group of devotees, telling of what he has seen in the world of Draenor, and the future he sees in the light shown by Naru, those obscure and sacred scriptures have fascinated the devotees, and some even took out pen and paper on the spot to record the teachings of Naru.

The appearance of the Draenei and Naru was an opportunity for the Church of Light in Azeroth to improve itself, Archbishop Fao had discussed the doctrine of the Light with the Prophet Viren on more than one occasion, and the Draenei priests and paladins who had traveled in the north had left many legends in the land.

Well, there are some of them that are more glamorous, such as the love story between a certain Draenei knight and a human knight... Of course, 80% of them are made up, the Delaney people are out-and-out immortals, they are loved by the Holy Light, they can easily live past 10,000 years, which is doomed, even if it is a human male who is attractive, for the hoof girls with good faces and hot bodies, it is just a flash in the pan.

"The Great Knight..."

After the devotees had dispersed, Tulayan picked up a glass of wine, somewhat tiredly, when a magnetic voice sounded behind him, and he turned to look at the human nobleman he had never seen before, who raised his glass to him, and then said in a voice that only two people could hear, in a mysterious language that was so strange that it was rapping:

“e?μαiπep?epγo?，πoio?σtoδi?oλoe?σαi？ (I'm curious, who the hell are you?) ）”

And the great knight did not panic, he looked left and right, and replied with a smile:

“Δeνσe?xδeiγiαπoλ?kαip?，αδepφ?μou... (Long time no see, my brother...) Banazal! ）”<

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