Chapter 1161 2. Preparations (Part 1)

A few days ago, the leaders of Azeroth's civilization cast their vote to decide the fate of the world in the heart chamber of Silithus, and it is not surprising that no one chose to surrender to the dark titan foolishly.

On the one hand, it is because these leaders are very wise. They know very well that even if they want to surrender to Sargeras, the latter may not necessarily accept them. After disappearing, all people who want to submit to the Dark Pantheon have nowhere to turn.

On the other hand, although the spirit of the world does not force civilization to join this war between mortals and gods, anyone with a brain knows that once they vote against it under the watchful eye of the spirit of the world, it is tantamount to severing themselves. In the world of Azeroth, all life, no matter how powerful they are, exists in this world, and the spirit of the world is the world itself...

The consequences of being disgusted or even hostile by the world itself, if you think about it with your butt, you know that it must be terrifying, and even life is worse than death.

So there was no suspense in this vote from the very beginning, and the reason why the spirit of the world decided the future of the world in this "democratic" way was nothing more than to make these leaders really think about their connection with the world, so that they could be more confident. Have a deep understanding of their position and the means they should take in the upcoming war.

To protect the world is to protect yourself.

Now, the command headquarters of the coalition of world civilizations has been set up. Although the real commander has not yet been determined, preparations for war among various countries have already begun.

No civilization has ever participated in a battle with the gods before. The only one with some experience is the oldest night elf, but Tyrande himself does not know how to guide other civilizations to prepare for the battle. After repeated thinking, the night war god The lady could only describe the scene of the War of the Ancients in a very general way, and then told the other leaders that in this war, it is impossible to win this war only by relying on an army full of courage and a wise commander.

The demons loyal to Sargeras and the elements who surrendered to the Dark Pantheon will not distinguish the difference between soldiers and civilians, and once the war starts, let alone Sargeras, in the world of Azeroth, Every inch of the ground may become a battlefield, and every life cannot survive alone.

So... while there is still time, let's all be soldiers!

Although Tyrande's statement did not make people feel at ease, but at present, the world coalition forces could not come up with a better method, so after several meetings, the tone of the battle was set.

All people are soldiers!

Under the urging and watching of the spirit of the world, this order was conveyed to all civilizations in the whole world, from Mount Hyjal to Gadgetzan, from Stratholme to Booty Bay, everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem life is moving.

"Ah, I'm so tired."

In the factory in the Federal Black Iron District, Orix Berkeley, a mechanical engineer with two big black eyes, came out of the staff cafeteria while rubbing his sore arms, holding two copies of A warm sandwich was his breakfast, but the young man had no appetite.

While yawning, he greeted a few acquaintances, and walked towards his "Norbert and Anna Technology Laboratory" factory, which was the mechanical processing factory opened by Oryx 2 years ago. , mainly to undertake various industrial orders from the federal government, and occasionally develop some engineering gadgets by itself. Generally speaking, the business is not bad.

And thanks to the continuous development of the federal industry in recent years, Oryx has also made a lot of money, and has become a middle and upper class of merchants in the Black Iron District. Perhaps it is the blessing of the goddess of fate. After the death of his parents, he has been alone all the time. Oryx, who is alone, also met a good girl from the Twilight Federation. If there is no accident, Oryx will have a happy family with a few children, who can bring Berkeley and Rivendell family together. The bloodline continues on this hopeful land.

However, accidents do happen.

A week ago, Oryx and his girlfriend were planning a wedding around the world. A week later, Oryx had to put on his engineer's uniform again, and spend all night and night on his own. working in the factory.

It's not that there is a financial problem in Oryx, it's just that the federal government suddenly placed an astonishingly large number of arms orders to the Black Iron District a week ago.

How large is the number of this batch of arms?

It is twice as much as all the weapons sold by all the arms dealers in the Black Iron District combined in the past 10 years! And this is only the first batch of orders. According to federal officials, there are still at least 5 batches of orders to be placed in the Black Iron District.

And the most terrible thing is that the Federal Ministry of Industrial Affairs issued a stern order to the Merchants Federation in the Black Iron District. This batch of weapons must be delivered on time. The plan was not made by the Federation itself, but at the request of the World Civilization Alliance Command.

The Federation, known for its industry, must produce enough weapons and ammunition to arm two-thirds of the world within 4-5 months, and the remaining third will be shared by the Empire and the Draenei.

This is a weapon order from the entire world civilization during the Doomsday War. It is so heavy that the merchants in the Black Iron District can't resist at all, so they can only accept it silently.

The Merchant Federation of the Black Iron District convened all the arms dealers and merchants who were able to take orders five days ago. They relayed the order of the Federal Supreme Council, and he passed the news of the impending doomsday war to all the businessmen present without reservation, and told them that even if they wanted to run, they would not be able to escape the doomsday war at all.

So either wait to die, or fight desperately.

Before this decisive battle, things like gold coins don’t have much meaning anymore, so this time the Federation made an extremely generous move, to the point where the eyes of the goblin arms dealer Heisuo were shining. That crazy goblin even wanted to Eat all the orders in one go, but it is clear that only relying on the production capacity of Hesso Future Technology and War Weapons Research Institute cannot meet the needs of the Federation.

Merchants in the Black Iron District began to look for processing factories in order to complete the orders, and Orix's laboratory was so honored to be selected. After a short adjustment, all production lines were used to process semi-automatic weapons. Casings and bullets presented Oryx with a lucrative order and a maddening production deadline.

Based on that date and the production capacity of his own factory, Oryx and his workers and engineers had to work without sleep or rest for 10 full days to complete this unrefusable order before the deadline.

In the eyes of Oryx, the Black Iron District these days is like an industrial behemoth that has been truly activated, and all the assembly lines are running. Under the guidance of the Black Iron District Business Federation, the classified All the workers were mobilized to produce parts for weapons and ammunition, working almost endlessly in three shifts.

All the machines that can still move are running 24 hours a day without stopping, and in the weapon assembly workshop above the black iron area, the speed of assembly of 37 assembly lines can't even keep up with the speed of the production of weapon parts. Before the new assembly line machinery was manufactured, those "undead laborers" who were about to withdraw from the stage of history appeared again.

The psychics summoned a huge number of undead skeletons in the cemetery of the Burning Legion, and then sent them to the assembly workshop. These mindless undeads can't do delicate work, but they can still be assembled in a streamlined manner. Completed.

Every hour, there are several steam trains that arrive on time, full of munitions boxes and go to various places. Most of the munitions will be distributed to the armed forces of various cities in the Federation, and some will be sent to Stormy Dock and Booty Bay, then loaded onto the Black Ark and goblin merchant ships, was sent to Kul Tiras, Northrend and Pandaria.

Even if the ship returns, it will not be empty. High-quality steel from Kul Tiras, meat supplies and magic materials from Northrend, as well as spirits and food rich in Pandaria, will all be transported back to the Federation. , and are sent where they are supposed to go by the railways that run all over the country.

As for the transportation of weapons between Kalimdor, the continent farthest from the Federation, it was undertaken by the Draenei.

Several employees of the newly registered Draenei air transport company drove extremely fast airships, and ran one after another, sending some powerful weapons to the empire, Mount Hyjal and the plains of Feralas. The weapons distributed to civilians and ordinary soldiers will be thrown back into the warehouse of the empire by the wizards and warlocks of Dalaran through the portal.

After the production capacity was fully opened in the true sense, the power of the federal industrial zone made the whole world look at it, and amidst the roar of machinery, the federal government issued the first batch of weapons orders to the Black Iron Zone 15 days in advance. The delivery was completed the next day, but just when Oryx and other factory owners thought they could take a break, on the second day, the second batch of weapons orders was sent to the factory owners in the Black Iron District again.

The gold coins for the first batch of order settlements were also delivered together. Since the amount was too large, these gold coins were converted into Goblin Bank cards and sent to the factory owners.

Looking at the dozens of gold cards in his hand, a trace of excitement and encouragement flashed in the eyes of Oryx, who was already extremely exhausted.

Each gold card has a quota of 10,000 gold coins, that is to say, in the past half a month, his small factory has earned the wealth that used to take more than half a year to earn, although those pessimistic old men always say that if they fail Now, no amount of gold is worth it, but... what if they make it through?

Oryx grabbed the wine bottle beside him and took a sip of the wine, he let out a sigh of relief.

What if Azeroth survives the Doomsday War successfully?

Then these gold coins... are enough for him, his wife, and his future son to live like kings in the new world!

What else is there to say?

Roll up your sleeves and continue working, isn't it just working overtime!

Oryx walked out of the office. He stood on the second floor of the factory area and looked at the workers resting by the machinery below. He knew that his workers were as tired as himself, and they also needed some material stimulation. .

Ten minutes later, 5 steam trucks loaded with various daily necessities and enjoyments stopped at the gate of the Oryx processing factory. The workers watched their human boss jump out of the truck in doubt, Orix, with big black eye circles, called out his workers, then pointed to the steam truck behind him, and said to them:

"Thank you for your hard work in the past half month. These are all gifts from me to you! And, everyone, everyone present, will receive an extra month's salary this month as a pension!"

The news gave the weary workers a quick boost, but it wasn't over yet.

Oryx rubbed his sore eyes, and said to the workers:

"I have rented a group of undead laborers. The next batch of orders will be much less stressful for everyone. I don't force everyone to work overtime, but I can guarantee that from today to the day when all orders are completed, those who voluntarily work overtime People, get 3 times the salary! You all know me, brothers, I always walk the talk!"

The human engineer took out two gold cards from his pocket and waved them in front of the workers:

"As for the employees who have done the most and the best, I will give them gold cards and promote them to be supervisors! Remember this promise."

Oryx glanced at the workers in front of him, and said:

"Anyone want to quit?"

No one answered, and no one stood up, so Orix nodded in satisfaction. He rubbed his sore shoulders, looked at the high-spirited eyes of the workers in front of him, and then thought of the second and third batch of orders After the completion, with the huge amount of money he can get, and the good life of his family in the future, Orix suddenly felt that the end of the world... Maybe it's not just a bad thing.

Of course, this cannot be said to the workers. The news of the Doomsday War is currently blocked. Orix took a deep breath and said to his workers:

"Brothers, now take your presents and go home to rest and spend time with your wife and children, at 8 o'clock tonight!"

"We start work on time!"

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While Oryx was motivating the employees, on the third basement floor of the factory in the Black Iron District, in the warehouse of the Overspark Future Technology Laboratory, the dwarf engineer Overspark, who also wore two big black eyes, Field Marshal Maxwell, who was accompanying the Union, inspected the armaments.

The weapons and equipment stored here are not simple and cheap firearms, nor heavy and expensive land tanks, nor those new high-speed fighters, but the secret weapon of the federal military... power armor!

"Currently, as of today, we have produced 35,000 sets of power armor with basic specifications."

The extremely clever dwarf yawned, looked at the numbers on the statistical table, and said to the Marshal:

"It will take a few days for the supporting weapons and energy of the power armor to be in place. The number of special power armor produced by Heisus should be less, but at least around 18,000 units. In the next month, we can roll off 14,000 Power Armor, this is already the limit of the production capacity of the Black Iron District, of course, if the production of those basic weapons can be stopped, this number can be increased by several hundred units.”

"Those basic weapons cannot be stopped."

Marshal Maxwell stretched out his hand and touched the cold, violently beautiful power armor around him. The old man was smoking a cigar, and amidst the smoke, he said:

"Those weapons are to support our other brothers and civilizations with backward industries. This is the responsibility of the Federation. The end is coming, and now we should unite together...Think about that sword, Overspark, old man My friend, on that day, that sword of annihilation crossed the sky, that kind of fear, that kind of despair..."

The old man gritted his teeth, and punched hard on the steel mecha in front of him. The light in his eyes was like a wolf:

"No one wants to experience that despair again!"

"While there is still a chance to resist, we must... must have the power to protect ourselves!"