Chapter 543 1. The Rainy Season

"Wow, wow"

Heavy raindrops slapped crazily among the trees in Dustwallow Marsh. In this sudden torrential rain, every leaf in this hot and humid land covered with mud trembled, and it was obviously impossible to work in such weather. Yes, therefore, the human settlers who built the city in the southeast of Dustwallow Marsh can finally take a break from their busy schedule.

Uh, although in this kind of weather that was very rare in the former human empire, most people can hardly sleep.

But leisure time is always precious, especially for a group of immigrants who came from afar. Except for a group of people who were originally fishermen, the situation of eating fish for three meals a day really made people lose interest in this boring life.

But in general, the life of the first batch of imperial people who rushed to Kalimdor to pioneer the wasteland was not bad, at least much better than the situation of the orcs who came here a few years ago.

At least they brought enough supplies. In the bay outside the station, there are still several ships for people to rest. The immigrants do not need to build everything from scratch with bare hands. The only complaint of the hard-working imperial people is The bad weather in Dustwallow Marsh is nothing more than that.

It's no wonder that the imperial people are spoiled and spoiled. You must know that even the group of rough-skinned orcs did not choose to build their new home in Dustwallow Marsh when they migrated to Kalimdor, because even the orcs People can't bear the bad weather that changes three times a day in this terrible place, so they would rather build the city in the more desolate red land Durotar.

At least there will not be a large flood that destroys everything directly due to the rain for many days, and Durotar does not have those vicious poisonous insects that inhabit among the trees, and just one bite is enough to poison people to death.

Yes, this is Dustwallow Marsh, a strange place with rich products, bad environment, unbearably wild and primitive ecology, but also a lot of arable land. It is also the northernmost end of the new frontier of the human empire. ...a new land first set foot by Imperials who lost their homeland.

Speaking of which, the night elves are extremely generous. The combined area of ​​the three new territories they "leased" to the human empire is almost comparable to that of the northern border. The problem is that these three territories are all wilderness areas. Just like Durotar and the Barrens where the orcs live, they both belong to the kind of barren land that the night elves sitting in the entire Kalimdor don't even want to look at.

However, there are many barbarians living in these three areas that annoy the night elves, so the generous lease of these three areas to the human empire fully shows that those night elves who live in seclusion in Mount Hyjal Their ingenuity... These guys who have lived in seclusion for ten thousand years are not so easy to fool.

"Damn the rain! Damn the swamp! Damn the alligators...Damn everything!"

Galin Trollbane walked into his room cursing. The young king grabbed his hat and twisted it on the basin next to him. Streams of icy rainwater flowed down from the gorgeous hat. , and the muddy footprints spreading out behind him also fully proved the king's current embarrassed posture.

It has been a full month since I arrived in Dustwallow Marsh. During this month, this ghost place has completely turned the mild-mannered King Garin into a rude and neurotic ruler. It's not his fault. Since childhood, the king who grew up in the Arathi Highlands with the mildest climate has ever come to such a poor land, let alone, he will rule here in the future.

Thinking of this terrible future, Jialin felt like going crazy, and the saddest thing was...he couldn't refuse this future, he didn't have the right to refuse.

"Your Majesty, a letter has just been sent from Kul Tiras. This is a personal letter from the protagonist of Chaldea and the Countess of Prestor. The immigrant fleet from the Stormwind Kingdom will arrive at the coast of Thousand Needles in 10 days. Kingdom officials request us to support some supplies."

Jia Lin had just taken a shower and changed his clothes with the help of the maid. Before he had time to rest, his guard entered the room and placed a thick stack of letters on the table in front of the king.

"Fu"

Garin lit his pipe indifferently. In the ghostly place of Dustwallow Marsh, he would not enjoy much as a king. Tobacco is the cheapest and most cost-effective among them... unless he I don't mind welcoming my first illegitimate child in this ghost place.

Between the smog and the accompaniment of the heavy rain outside the window, Galin leaned on his chair and flipped through the letters, most of which were official letters from several other countries, and they were discussions about the imperial system. In Garin's view, it is purely a waste of time for those scholars to start discussing these things before the imperial immigrants have fully controlled the new territory.

But as a ruler, he can't order to ban these discussions... In the bad days that he has just experienced the ruin of the country, he needs to find something for his people to do, so that they don't make other troubles when they are free turmoil.

And in between these time-wasting and energy-wasting discussions are mixed a letter or two from other kings, all of which need to be taken seriously.

Although King Garin had no intention of winning over the second emperor of the Human Empire, the sensitivity and vigilance of the nobles towards power forced him to seriously consider these troublesome matters. The speedy selection of the second emperor is undoubtedly something that can reassure the people of the empire.

Due to the mess left by the war in northern Xinjiang, under the current circumstances, any measures that can make the people settle down are necessary.

"Huh? The immigrant town of Lordaeron was attacked by centaurs in Thousand Needles? More than a dozen people were killed... How many times is this this month?"

King Garin frowned as he watched the scout report in front of him.

As mentioned earlier, in the new territory of the empire, there are many barbarians native to Kalimdor, and centaurs are the most barbaric and difficult to deal with. It is said that when the orcs first arrived in Kalimdor, they encountered The plunder of the centaur tribe in the barren land, but the orcs, a group of war mongers with explosive combat power, even in the case of extreme shortage of supplies, still used fists and weapons made of wood to easily drive the group of centaurs out of their own land. home.

It is said that they also rescued a group of tauren who were besieged by centaurs in Desolace and were almost wiped out. Now, the immigrants from Lordaeron began to build towns in Thousand Needles and Shining Plains, which directly triggered the attack of the barbarians.

This is not the bad luck of the people of Lordaeron, it is a problem left over from history... The centaur tribe entrenched in Thousand Needles is enough to give the night elves a headache, and it's not just Lordaeron The Lun people, and even the Arathi people who are pioneering in Dustwallow Marsh, are also facing the threat of centaurs.

Moreover, due to the lack of personnel on hand, facing the threat of the barbarians, the human country currently does not have the ability to go abroad to fight against the barbarians... Most of the immigrants in the empire are still stranded in Kul Tiras.

"My loyal Gray Yop, write me a letter to the protagonist and the Countess of Chaldea. Stormgard is willing to do everything to help our compatriots. After the immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind arrive in Thousand Needles, we will use Send a batch of supplies as quickly as possible, contact those goblins, and hire a fleet to send the remaining people of the Kingdom of Stormgarde to Dustwallow Marsh...Whether it is Whether building a fort or a farm, we need men."

While smoking his pipe, Galin said to his chief guard:

"Also, what happened to the Lordaeron deserves our vigilance. Send another team of knights to the border of Dustwallow Marsh with those powerful steam rifles. Once you find that the centaurs in the Barrens are trying to cross the border, don't hesitate. , Give them a hard time!"

Loyal Gray Yop, a royal spy who has served the Stormgard royal family for more than ten years, said to His Majesty while recording the king's orders:

"The goblins of Strangletooth arrived at the port this morning, and they brought in another batch of weapons, but with all due respect, Your Majesty, after seeing the engineering weapons used by the Darkblade undead, those muskets... Some are too far behind."

"So it's clear that those crafty goblins are blackmailing us."

The young king opened his mouth and cursed a series of rude words that he would never have uttered before. In very vivid words, he described the young king's expectation of having a super-friendly relationship with the female relatives of the goblin profiteers , but after calming down, the king sat back in his chair a little decadently.

"Fu..."

He smoked his pipe again, then shook his head:

"But what can we do? The Empire does not have a self-sufficient engineering system. In this regard, the Dark Blade is simply beating us unilaterally. The Dark Blade undead beat us up with artillery. A new era of war has arrived , knives and swords will be out soon, buy it, but give me a hard bargain, Gray Yop, and tell those goblins, next time we send this garbage over, we'll hang them on the harbor and whip them. "

"By the way, are the pirates under heavy fist still in peace?"

When Galin asked again, Gray Yop showed a playful smile, and lowered his voice:

"Prince Tanred is "training" them. There are 10 warships from Kul Tiras in battle. Those stinky pirates can't beat the sky. The tauren returned part of the gold we gave him with a heavy blow. From what he said, he seems to be planning to join us...to become the official navy of the Kingdom of Stormgard."

"Press for a while."

The young king closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He watched the rainstorm waning outside the window. Then he put his pipe to his mouth and said softly:

"They have to prove their loyalty on the battlefield...sacrifice, only after the sacrifice, the two sides can trust each other, alas, the empire that escaped from the dead, a lot of things are waiting to be done, and I don't know if those undead will give us a new life. Big time...hope, let's hope fate is on our side this time."

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Kalimdor is a land ruled by night elves, but the night elves don't pay much attention to the wild land on the border. They just occupy the most fertile land in Kalimdor, and let those Savage races took root in other regions.

The centaur is just one of the many barbarians in Kalimdor. There is another group of powerful barbarians growing among the large swamps in the deepest part of Dustwallow Marsh.

ogre...

These tall, strong, clumsy and violent creatures are not native to Azeroth. When the orcs invaded Azeroth for the first time more than ten years ago, they brought the ogres native to the world of Draenor into the world. However, the orcs only used the ogre as a weapon of war. After the defeat in the later stage, the huge number of ogre completely got rid of the control of the orc.

These savage creatures are invincible in adapting to the environment, and their reproduction speed is as powerful as mice... In just a few short years, in today's Azeroth, almost every piece of land has There are traces of the ogre's existence.

Even on the land of Kalimdor, there are many ogre tribes. In the wilderness of Feralas, those ogres that breed wildly even occupy a large area of ​​land. Even the ancient city of high elves Elesalas has been occupied by ogres. At this moment, the high elves led by Kael'thas are struggling to drive out the ogre forces in the ancient city. Of course, in this story, we can Talk later.

In short, while the Arathi people are struggling to establish their own new land in the barren land, the ogre tribe deep in this land also cast their eyes on those weak humans.

And what's worse, this time, they have reinforcements who are just as barbaric as they are....

"The warriors of Stonemaul need no help! We can easily hammer those weaklings to death! Eat them!"

In the village of Brackenwall in the deepest part of Dustwallow Marsh, the powerful and savage ogre leader Tegosh sat in his dry and comfortable stone cave, with a dirty tiger skin on his bone "throne", He was still wearing the ugly and rough armor made by the ogre, and there was a black armor-piercing hammer that was as tall as a person in his hand.

Tagesh looked arrogantly at the tall centaur envoy in front of him. The head on his left was chewing a piece of bloody raw meat, and the head on the right said disdainfully:

"But if the centaurs want to share some of the spoils, they'll have to contribute too...You get the attention of the humans, the warriors of Stonemaul, to storm that tiny town! Go back and tell your leader, Dustwallow Marsh. ..is the hunting ground of the stone hammer! You are only allowed to enter this time!"