Chapter 549 7. Pioneers on the East and West Straits

"boom"

In the dim morning light, a sudden gunshot broke the tranquility of the forest on the outskirts of the Twilight Federal District. Old Sardin put the shotgun in his hand aside, and the three fierce Gilnean hounds under his feet did not need to be greeted by their masters. He rushed out in an instant, screaming all the way and pounced on the prey hit by bullets in the distant woods.

Judging from its size, it should be a lone black wolf. In the past few decades, these beasts living in the Twilight Forest have absorbed the magic power of wandering and become fierce and huge. But in the past month, with the The sunlight returned to this hazy land, and these dark monsters also weakened. After the large number of hunters hired by the Federal District swept across the forest, the remaining beasts could no longer attack farms and towns in groups.

And for the pioneers who moved their families to the newly built Twilight Federation, it has become a fashion in rural areas to go hunting with hounds in their spare time.

Hunting, a few years ago, was the sport of the nobles, and only the nobles could buy a complete set of "equipment", a fine musket, a few horses, and loyal hounds, as well as a few weapons to protect themselves. attendant.

In that era, becoming an aristocrat who ate and waited to die was the long-cherished wish of most commoners, but now, the word aristocrat has been completely thrown into the dustbin of history.

"Oh, Mr. Satin, you are in a good mood."

A somewhat rough voice came from behind the old Sardin. It was a fat man in a hunting suit, also holding a black shotgun in his hand. His attire was full of the aura of a nouveau riche, just looking at the gemstone rings on his ten fingers and the thick gold chain swinging back and forth in the open hunting jacket, one could tell that this guy had bad taste.

Hearing his greeting, a trace of boredom flashed across Old Sardin's face. He is the largest farmer in the West Wilderness area, and he is also the chairman of the Farmers' Union. The representative of all the farmers in the Sub-Federation is also a prestigious local member of parliament. To be honest, Old Sardin doesn't want to have any contact with the troublesome guy behind him.

"Oh, Donnie, are you out hunting, too?"

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

This guy's name is Duny, a big mine owner from the Red Ridge Mountains, a capitalist through and through, a eccentric and greedy lucky guy, he must have heard about old Sardin from those talkative workers on Sardin's farm Only then did he come to the Twilight Federal District to show his hospitality.

Old Sardin knew very well that a rich businessman like Doni was not in the same way as an old-fashioned farmer like him, so Doni came to show his courtesies must be for other things, something that annoyed Old Sardin.

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

Seeing old Sardin's three hounds running back dragging the corpse of a giant black wolf, the obese big mine owner Doni flashed a gleam in his eyes. He raised his hand while talking to old Sardin, slightly Take aim.

"boom"

There was a loud gunshot, and outside the forest, a cloud of blood appeared on the head of a twilight bear that had just crawled out of its lair.

This precise shooting technique made old Sardin blink his eyes, and then looked at the fat man beside him. The farmer really didn't expect that this fat man actually had such a hand under his flattering appearance.

"Bring the prey back, there will be something delicious for lunch today."

Doni put the shotgun in his hand, and he waved his fingers. Unlike the hounds brought by old Sardin, this rich and big mine owner was followed by two fully armed undead infantrymen. "Type, the undead infantrymen's armor is printed with the mine emblem of the Dhoni family, which shows that these two infantrymen were bought out by Dhoni for their employment rights at a high price.

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

"You may not know that the bear's paw of the twilight bear, which is infected by magic power, is a delicacy in the world after being cooked in a special way."

As Doni spoke, he took out two fragrant cigars from his pocket, and handed one to Old Sardin. The latter put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then showed a satisfied smile:

"The winter Tibetan Tobacco of Khaz Modan Deep Mountain Trading Company... Tsk tsk, it's a high-end product that I haven't even seen a few times."

Old Sardin looked at the fat Doni beside him meaningfully. He put the cigar near his mouth and let Doni hold the diamond-encrusted lighter to light it for him. After several minutes of fog, old Sardin said:

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

"Huh? Couldn't it be that I went hunting and ran into Senator Sardin?"

Doni, the big mine owner, showed a smile that can be called "sincere", but anyone who knows Doni will not think that this guy is simple and honest. His actions in the five mines in Red Ridge Mountain have almost Word spread throughout the Federal District that this guy was an out-and-out vampire, and in all trades related to mining, he replaced those lazy human workers with undead miners.

And for those positions that undead miners are not qualified for, Dhoni will only hire those outsiders who have just been relocated to the Federation, and give them the lowest wages, the worst insurance, and pensions that can be regarded as no at all.

But Duny is a shrewd ghost, and his actions are in line with local laws, so even his colleagues from the Mineral Association can't pick out his black materials.

"As I said, I don't like going around in circles with others."

Old Sardin showed a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. After serving as a member of the House of Commons, this old farmer in the wilderness of the West also had a trace of awe in his body. He looked at Duny, flicked the soot stained in his hand, and said softly explain:

"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" Hunter Association, there are many like-minded people there Good friend of mine...and, in an hour, I'm going to a local charity reception, so...you see, we don't have much time for the niceties."

"Alright alright."

The big businessman Duni scratched the neatly combed hair on his forehead, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"I heard some news from some of my friends... After the Twilight Federation District is established, the Federation Council will start to colonize the Swamp of Sorrows, right?"

"Well, it's not a secret anymore."

Old Sardin nodded, put the cowboy hat on his head, and said softly:

"The Swamp of Sorrows area is specially prepared for the upcoming Gilneas pioneers, and it is also the seventh federation of the Defias Federation. What? Is Mr. Duny planning to make a big splash in this new federal area? "

"No, no, you're joking."

Fatty Donnie laughed and patted his big belly, a gleam flashed in his gray eyes:

"The Doni family is a nouveau riche family. I am very aware of the "good reputation" of our family and myself in the Federal District, so I will leave it to my grandchildren to consider politics, but my subordinates Prospectors, in the depths of the Swamp of Sorrows, found some veins, there is no man's land, I had planned to send people to mine, but now, the federal parliament wants to set up a new area there, the problem is a bit troublesome."

While speaking, Doni's voice became softer:

"I also heard that your son, the young and promising mayor of Sardin, will be sent to the Swamp of Sorrows as a business director?"

"Um?"

Old Sardin finally knew the purpose of this cunning businessman here, he frowned a little, as an old man who came from the old times, he hated this kind of behavior of taking advantage of loopholes, but just about to refuse, he thought of his son Some instructions, so after thinking for a few minutes, Old Sardin coughed lightly:

"I have never cared much about my son's work, and he doesn't like to have some contact with businessmen in private. You know, the lower-level councilors keep their eyes on these officials. A little carelessness will cause a lot of trouble ...However, my son will also attend the Twilight Federation's charity reception that will be held later."

Old Sardin narrowed his eyes. He looked at Doni, a wealthy businessman who was worth nothing. He whispered:

"If Mr. Duny is also enthusiastic about charity, I mean, if you can also shoulder your obligations and responsibilities to those Gilnean pioneers, maybe I can introduce you to my son. He recently I have been struggling with this matter. We are different from people in the old era. 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 start from the new area. benefit from development."

"I mean, as new friends of the Sardin family, we might still have a meal together. After all, bear claws paired with stewed wolf meat is a rare delicacy."

"Oh, of course, of course!"

Mr. Doni, the capitalist, heard some clues from the old Sardin's words, and he suddenly smiled. The guy played with the big gold ring on his finger and said to the old Sardin:

"Charity, the federal parliament is advocating this stuff. We businessmen who obey the instructions of the parliament will naturally participate actively. This is also a sign that we are more civilized than the old days. I am also enthusiastic about helping those poor people. I decided to donate Give them...well, farm machinery worth 100,000 ducats...Come on Mr. Satin, now let's talk about the fun activity of hunting, I think your shotgun is a bit old, Why don't you give me a try!"

"This is a masterpiece handmade by the dwarf masters in the Black Iron District... With your excellent knowledge, come and help me appreciate this thing."

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"The people of Stormwind Kingdom are coming!"

On the side of Thousand Needles near the sea, on the temporary pier, King Garin and King Arthas are leading their guards and looking at the sea. Today, it is the immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind who migrated from Kul Tiras Day to Kalimdor.

The emigration of the empire has been going on for more than a month, but due to capacity limitations, even with the help of hired goblins, it still takes a long time for millions of civilians to reach the new continent.

The immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormgard and the Kingdom of Lordaeron were the first to arrive in Kalimdor. They had established several towns in Dustwallow Marsh and Thousand Needles. With the limited support of the night elves, they finally I have survived the most difficult period, but it is not easy for the young rulers and the bewildered civilians to restore the civilization of the empire in this barren land.

Looking at every great world and every race, it has never been easy to rebuild civilization.

"Ding, ding, ding"

The battleship of Kul Tiras, the restored "Jackdaw" served as the guide ship of this huge immigrant fleet. There was a sound on the piled pier. Although the experience of more than a month was not considered happy, the people around the pier still cheered after seeing their compatriots arrive safely.

"boom"

The large ship planks were placed directly on the deck, and the first people to step down were a few nobles and soldiers from the Stormwind Kingdom. Surrounded by them, Duke Aeblock, who managed the country in place of King Varian Wrynn, The Archbishop of Chaldea and the Countess of Prestor stepped on the ground of the New World. Wherever these big shots came into view, the desolate scenery of the entire Thousand Needles came into view.

Behind them, the bewildered pioneers came down from the boat row by row. After setting foot on this strange land, everyone's first reaction was to look around, and there was still a trace of fear in their eyes And doubts, the knowledge and insights in their minds are not enough to help them figure out the current situation.

And those nobles were not much better. After experiencing the collapse of the country and the death of their families, even though most of them were famous people, when they saw this scenery that was completely different from their hometown, they still couldn't help it. That daze about the future.

"We have prepared enough food for you for one month, as well as some agricultural tools needed to open up wasteland. The night elves sent seeds, and some druids who helped plant them."

Alsace stood in front of the Duke of Aberlock and the Archbishop of Chaldea. He said to the two temporary rulers with some regret:

"The environment here is not as docile as northern Xinjiang, and the days to come may not be smooth... But I believe that the inheritance of the Stormwind Kingdom will still take root in this land, just like Stormgard As well as Lordaeron."

"That's good enough."

The Duke of Ebonlocke is very old, but he can still see the determination and courage of his youth. He looked around and nodded slightly to Alsace:

"You have prepared everything for us. This is much better than the worst scenario I could have imagined."

The archbishop of Chaldea, who was wearing a black robe, looked a little thin. When the young king looked at him, the archbishop touched the badge on his chest. He said with the humility that a priest should have:

"Don't worry, the benevolent Holy Light will protect its people... The people of Stormwind Kingdom are strong, we will survive, and we will live better..."

"After going through hell, no one can take away hope from us...May the Holy Light protect the empire!"