"Bang"

In the dim morning light, a sudden gunshot broke the silence of the forest on the outskirts of the twilight federal district, and old Satin put aside the shotgun in his hand, and the three fierce Gilneth hounds under his feet did not need to be greeted by their masters, and rushed out immediately after the gunshot, barking all the way to the prey that had been hit by the bullet in the distant woods.

In the past few decades, these beasts living in the twilight forest have absorbed the magic of wandering, and have become fierce and massive, but in the last month, with the return of the sun to this hazy land, these dark monsters have also weakened, and after a large number of hunters hired by the Federal District swept through the forest, the remaining beasts can no longer attack farms and towns in groups.

And for the pioneers who moved to the newly established Twilight Federation with their families, it has become a fashion in the countryside to take their hounds out to hunt in their spare time.

Hunting, a few years ago, was a sport for the nobility, and only the nobles could afford to have a complete set of "equipment", a fine musket, a few horses, and a loyal hound, as well as a few squires to protect their own safety.

At that time, becoming a nobleman who waited for death was a long-cherished wish that most commoners could not achieve in their lifetime, but now, the word nobility has been completely thrown into the dustbin of history.

"Yo, Mr. Sardin, you're in good spirits."

A slightly rough voice came from behind old Satin, it was a fat man in a hunting suit, and he also carried a black shotgun in his hand, but compared with the old-fashioned and serious old Satin, this fat man's dress and grooming were full of the momentum of an upstart, and only by looking at the jeweled ring on his ten fingers, and the thick gold chain swaying back and forth in the open hunting suit, you could see the bad taste of this guy.

Hearing his greeting voice, a trace of boredom flashed on Old Satin's face, he was the largest farmer in the Western Wilderness, and at the same time the president of the Farmers' Federation, a local authentic and decent person, a representative of all the farmers in the entire Difia Federation, and a local prestigious councilor, to be honest, Old Satin didn't really want to have anything to do with the troublesome guy behind him.

"Yo, Doni, are you out hunting too?"

Old Satin took off the half-cut cigar from the corner of his mouth, exhaled the rich smoke, took off his cowboy hat again, and hung it on the saddle of the horse on the side, and then turned his head to look at the fat man with a flattering smile on his face behind him.

This fellow's name was Doni, a great miner from the Red Ridge Mountains, a capitalist through and through, a lucky man with a strange temper and a greedy fortune, who must have inquired about old Satin from the talkative workers of the Sardinia farms, and had come to the twilight federal district to pay his respects.

Old Sardin knew very well that a wealthy merchant like Doni was not at all a person with an old-fashioned farmer like him, so Doni must have come to pay his respects, for something else, something that annoyed old Satin very much.

"Of course, hunting is a good activity, it can make people feel good for the soul, and it can also make people healthy..."

Seeing Old Satin's three hounds dragging the corpse of a giant black wolf back, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the fat mine owner Doni, and while he was talking to Old Satin, he raised his hand and aimed slightly.

"Bang"

A loud gunshot rang out, and beyond the layers of woods, a twilight bear that had just crawled out of its nest had a cloud of blood on its head.

This accurate shooting technique made old Satin blink his eyes, and looked at the fat man beside him, the farmer really didn't expect that under the flattering appearance of this fat man, there was actually this hand.

"Bring the prey back, there's something delicious to eat at noon today."

Doni put the shotgun in his hand, he waved his finger, unlike the hounds that old Satin carried, this rich mine owner was followed by two heavily armed undead infantrymen, of course, the "rented" type, the undead infantry's armor was stamped with the mine insignia of the Doni family, which showed that the two infantrymen were bought out of employment rights by Doni for a large price.

Of course, this is also a means used by big businessmen like him to "show off their wealth".

"You may not know that the paws of this magic-infested twilight bear are a delicacy in the world when cooked in a special way."

As he spoke, Dhoni took out two fragrant cigars from his pocket, handed one to old Sartin, who put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then smiled with satisfaction:

"Winter Tibetan tobacco of the Kazmodan Deep Mountain Trading Company... Tsk, even I haven't seen a few times of high-end goods. ”

Old Satin looked meaningfully at the fat man Doni beside him, he put the cigar to his mouth, let Doni hold the diamond-encrusted lighter to light it for him, while tasting the mellow taste of tobacco, after swallowing the clouds and spitting fog for several minutes, old Sardin spoke:

"You know, Dhoni, I'm not one to go around in circles, so tell me why you're here."

"Huh? Could it be that I went out hunting and met Councillor Sardinia? ”

Doni, the big mine owner, gave a smile that could be called "honest", but anyone who knew about Doni would not think that this guy was honest, his actions in the five mines in the Red Ridge Mountains had almost spread throughout the Federal District, this guy was a vampire in the true sense of the word, and he replaced the lazy human workers with undead miners for all the trade related to mining.

For those positions that the undead miners are not qualified for, Doni will only hire outsiders who have just been relocated to the Federation, giving them the lowest wage, the worst insurance, and a pension that can be considered none.

But Doni is a shrewd ghost, and everything he does is in accordance with the local law, so even his colleagues in the Mineral Association can't pick out his black material.

"As I said, I don't like to go around in circles with people."

Old Satin showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, this old farmer who used to be in the western wilderness also had a trace of awe-inspiring air after serving as a member of the House of Commons, he looked at Doni, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, and said softly:

"For the sake of your amazing marksmanship, just tell me anything, Doni... If you really like hunting, you can apply to join the "Old Gun" Hunters Association, where there are many good friends who share your interests... And, 1 hour later, I'm going to a local charity cocktail party, so... You see, we don't have much time for these kind words. ”

"Okay, okay."

The great merchant Doni scratched the neatly combed hair on his forehead, he looked left and right, and whispered:

"I heard something from some of my friends... After the establishment of the Twilight Federal District, the Federal Assembly will begin to pioneer in the swamp of sorrow, right? ”

"Well, it's not a secret."

Old Satin nodded, put his cowboy hat on top of his head, and whispered:

"The Swamp of Sorrow is dedicated to the upcoming Gilneth Pioneers, and it is also the 7th member federal district of the Defia Federation, how? Is Mr. Doni ready to make a splash in the newly built Federal District? ”

"No, no, no, you're laughing."

The fat man Doni laughed and patted his big belly, and a glint flashed in his gray eyes:

"The Doni family is an upstart family, and I am well aware of our family's and my own "good reputation" in the Federal District, so I will leave this kind of matter to my grandchildren to consider, but my prospecting experts have found some ore veins in the depths of the swamp of sorrow, which is terra nullius, and I was going to send someone to mine it, but now, the federal parliament wants to set up a new district there, and the problem is a little troublesome. ”

As he spoke, Doni's voice became a little softer:

"I've also heard that your son, the young and promising Mayor of Sardinia, will be sent to the Swamp of Sorrows as a commercial councillor?"

"Huh?"

Old Sardinia finally knew the purpose of this cunning businessman's coming, he frowned slightly, as an old man who had come from the old times, he hated this kind of exploitation, but just as he was about to refuse, he remembered some of his son's advice, so after thinking for a few minutes, old Sardin coughed lightly:

"I've never cared much about my son's work, and he doesn't like to have some private contact with businessmen, you know, the eyes of the lower legislators are fixed on them officials, and the slightest mistake can get a lot of trouble... However, my son will also attend the Twilight Federation charity reception that will be held later. ”

Old Satin narrowed his eyes, and he looked at Doni, a wealthy businessman who was a dime a dime in front of him, and he whispered:

"If Mr. Doni is also enthusiastic about philanthropy, I mean, if you can also shoulder the obligations and responsibilities to those Gilneth pioneers, maybe I can introduce you to my son, who has been having a headache about this lately, we are not like the people of the old days, we can't just throw the pioneers into a wild land, we have to give them some start-up funds and materials, and then we can also benefit from the development of the new district."

"I mean, as new friends of the Sardinian family, we might even be able to have a meal together, after all, bear claws with wolf stew are rare and delicious."

"Oh, of course, of course!"

Mr. Doni, the capitalist, heard some signs from old Sardin's words, and he immediately smiled, and the fellow played with the big gold ring on his finger, and said to old Sartin:

"Philanthropy, the Federal Parliament is advocating this thing, and it is natural that we, the businessmen who obey the instructions of the Parliament, should actively participate, and this is also a sign that we are more civilized than the old days, and I myself am enthusiastic about helping those who are poor, and I have decided to donate to them... Well, agricultural machinery worth 100,000 gold coins... Now, Mr. Satin, let's talk about the fun activity of hunting, I see that your shotgun is a little old, why don't you try mine! ”

"This is a masterpiece handmade by the dwarf masters of the Black Iron District... With your excellent insight, help me appreciate this thing. ”

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"The people of the Stormwind Kingdom are here!"

On the seaward side of the Thousand Needles Forest, on the makeshift dock, King Garin and King Arthas were looking out to sea with their guards, and today was the day when the immigrants of the Stormwind Kingdom migrated from Kurtiras to Kalimdor.

The migration of the Empire has been going on for more than a month, but due to capacity constraints, it will still take a long time for millions of civilians to reach the New World, even with hired goblins to help transport them.

The immigrants from the kingdoms of Stormgard and Lordaeron were the first to arrive in Kalimdor, and they had already established several towns in the Dust Swamp and the Thousand Needles Stone Forest, and with the limited support of the Night Elves, they had finally survived the most difficult times, but it was not easy for the young rulers and the bewildered civilians to regain the empire's former civilization in this wild land.

Throughout every world, every race, it has never been easy to rebuild civilization.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The battleship of Kurtiras, the restored "Jackdaw", served as the guide ship of this huge fleet of immigrants, and at the moment when its huge hull slowly docked, the bell for the safe arrival sounded on the brick-and-stone docks, although the experience of more than a month was not a happy one, but after seeing the safe arrival of the compatriots, the people around the dock still let out bursts of cheers.

"Bang"

The wide planks were placed directly on the deck, and the first to come down were a handful of nobles and soldiers from the Stormwind Kingdom, who were surrounded by them in place of Varian. Duke Aberlock, Archbishop of Chaldean, and Countess Presto, who ruled the country of King Urien, stepped on the ground of the New World, and the desolate scenery of the entire Thousand Needles Stone Forest came into view.

Behind them, the bewildered pioneers walked down from the boat in rows, and after stepping on this strange land, everyone's first reaction was to look around, and there was still a trace of fear and doubt in their eyes, and the knowledge and insight in their minds were completely insufficient to help them figure out the current situation.

And those nobles are not much better, after experiencing the collapse of the country and the collapse of the family, even if most of them are characters with heads and faces, but when they see this scenery that is completely different from their hometown, they still can't help but be at a loss for the future.

"We've got enough food for you to eat for one month, as well as some farming tools for clearing the wasteland, seeds from the Night Elves, and some druids to help grow them."

Alsace, standing before the Duke of Aberroch and the Archbishop of Chaldeans, said to the two provisional rulers with some regret:

"The environment here is not as docile as in northern Xinjiang, and the next few days are not expected to be too smooth... But I believe that the legacy of the Stormwind Kingdom will still take root in this land, just like Stormgard and Lordaeron. ”

"That's good enough."

Duke Eberlock was already dying, but he could still see the perseverance and courage of his youth, and he looked around and bowed slightly to Arthas:

"You've got everything ready for us, it's so much better than the worst scenario I can imagine."

And the Chaldean archbishop, dressed in black robes, looked a little emaciated, and when the young king looked at him, the archbishop touched the coat of arms on his chest, and he said with the humility of a clergyman:

"Do not worry, for the Light of mercy will shelter its people... The people of the Stormwind Kingdom are strong, we will live, and we will live better..."

"After all the hell we have experienced, no one has been able to take hope away from us... May the Holy Light protect the Empire! ”