Azeroth’s Death Track

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A few days ago, the civilization leaders of Azeroth cast a vote in the secret chamber of Silithus to determine the fate of the world. Unsurprisingly, no one foolishly chose to surrender to the Dark Titan.

On the one hand, because these leaders are very wise, they are very clear that even if they want to surrender to Sargeras, the latter will not necessarily accept them. The most important thing is that in the wings of death and its war dragons are strange. After disappearing, all people want to surrender to the dark pantheon, they have no way to appeal.

On the other hand, although the spirit of the world does not force civilization into this war between mortals and gods, anyone with a brain knows that once they cast a negative vote under the watch of the spirit of the world, it is equivalent to self-denial 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, think about it with your buttocks, and you know that it must be terrible, even worse than life.

So there was no suspense at the beginning of this vote, and the reason why the spirit of the world has to use this "dish" method to determine the future of the world is nothing more than to make these leaders really think about their connection with the world and make them more A deep understanding of their status and the means they should take in the upcoming war.

To protect the world is to protect ourselves.

Now, the headquarters of the Allied Forces of World Civilization has been set up. Although the true commander has not yet been determined, preparations for various countries have already begun.

No civilization has ever participated in the war with the gods before. The only experience is the inheritance of the oldest night elves, but Tyrande himself does not know how to guide other civilizations to prepare for war. After repeated thinking, this night warlord The lady can only describe the scenes of the ancient war very generally, and then tell other leaders that in this war, it is impossible to win by relying on a courageous army and wise commanders.

The demons loyal to Sargeras and the elements committed to the Dark Pantheon will not be able to tell the difference between soldiers and civilians, and once the war begins, not to mention Sargeras’s side, in the world of Azeroth, Every inch of the earth may become a battlefield, and every life cannot be alone.

So... while the time is still there, let all the people be soldiers!

Although Tyrande’s statement is not reassuring, at present, the World Coalition cannot come up with a better way, so after a few meetings, the tone of the battle is set.

All people are soldiers!

With the urging and watching of the spirit of the world, this order was transmitted to all civilizations in the whole world, from Mount Hyjal to Gadgetzan, from Stratholme to the Gulf of Treasure, every one can realize the seriousness of the problem All of his life moved.

"Ah, so tired."

At the factory in the Federal Black Iron District, mechanical engineer Orix Berkeley with two large dark circles under his arm rubbed his sore arm while walking out of the staff restaurant, holding two copies in his hand A warm sandwich, it was his breakfast, but this young man had no appetite.

While yawning, he greeted several acquaintances and walked towards his "Norbert and Anna Technology Lab" factory, which was a mechanical processing plant opened by Orix 2 years ago. , Mainly to accept various industrial orders from the federal government, and occasionally develop some engineering gadgets by themselves. In general, the business is not bad.

And thanks to the continuous development of federal industry in recent years, Orix has also made a lot of money, and has been among the upper-middle class of the merchants in the Black Iron District, and may be the goddess of fate. After the death of his parents, he has been alone. One-person Orix also met a good girl from the Twilight Federation. If there were no accidents, Orix would have a happy family, with a few children, able to connect the Berkeley and Rivendell family. The bloodline continues on this promising land.

However, accidents always happen.

A week ago, Orix and his girlfriend were still planning a wedding around the world. After a week, Orix had to change into the engineer’s uniform and spend all night and night in himself. Work in the factory.

It's not that Orix's finances are in trouble, it's just that the federal government suddenly placed a surprisingly large number of arms orders in the Black Iron District a week ago.

What is the number of arms in this batch?

It is 2 times more than all the weapons sold by all arms dealers in the Black Iron Zone in the past 10 years! And this is only the first batch of orders, according to federal officials, there are at least 5 batches of orders to be reached in the black iron district.

And the most terrible thing is that the Federal Ministry of Industrial Affairs issued a sternly worded order to the Federation of Merchants in the Black Iron District. This batch of weapons must be delivered on time. The merchants found the Governor, but the Governor has no way because the weapon is produced. The plan was not made by the Federation itself, but by the requirements of the Commander of the World Civilization Coalition.

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

This is an order for weapons from the world's civilization to the end of the war. It is so heavy that the merchants in the black iron zone can't resist and can only accept it silently.

The Federation of Merchants in the Black Iron District called all arms dealers and businessmen who were able to take orders five days ago. At that meeting, the Governor of the Black Iron District, Bornenet, the great blacksmith of the Thorium Brotherhood They relayed the order of the Federal Supreme Council. He unreservedly relayed the news of the upcoming Doomsday War to all the merchants present and told them that even if they wanted to run, they could not escape the Doomsday War.

So either wait for death, or fight hard.

At this moment before the decisive battle, things like gold coins didn’t make much sense, so this time the Federation shot extremely generously enough to let the goblin giant arms dealer Hessor shine his eyes, and the crazy goblin even wanted Eat all the orders in one go, but it is clear that relying solely on the production capacity of Hesso’s Future Technology and War Weapons Research Institute cannot meet the needs of the Federation.

In order to complete the order, the merchants in the Black Iron District began to look for processing plants, and Orix's laboratory was so honoured to be selected. All the production lines were used to process semi-automatic weapons after a short adjustment. The shell and the bullet, which appeared in front of Orix with the remunerated order, also had a crazy production deadline.

Based on that date and the capacity of his own factory, Orix and his workers and engineers must sleep for 10 days before they can complete the order that cannot be refused before the deadline.

In the eyes of Orix, the Black Iron District in these days is like an industrial behemoth that has been really launched. All the assembly lines are running. Under the guidance of the Black Iron District Business Federation, it is divided into different categories. All the workers were mobilized to produce parts for weapons and ammunition, working almost endlessly in three shifts.

All the machines that can be moved are maintained 24 hours a day, and in the weapon assembly workshop above the black iron zone, the speed 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, the "dead workers" who had already withdrawn from the stage of history appeared again.

Necromancers summoned a large number of undead bones in the Burning Legion’s necropolis, and then sent them to the assembly workshop. These brainless undead can’t do the delicate work, but only the process of assembly. Completed.

Every hour, there are several steam trains that arrive on time, loaded with fully loaded arms boxes to various places, most of the arms will be distributed to the armed forces of various cities of the Federation, and some will be sent to the Storm Pier and The Treasure Bay, then loaded onto the Black Ark and the merchant ships of the goblins, was sent to Kul Tiras, Northrend and Pandaria mainland.

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, food, etc., which are rich in Pandaria, will be shipped back to the Federation. , And then sent to the place where they should go through the railways erected throughout the country.

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

Several of the employees of the newly-registered draenei air transport company drove the extremely fast airships, running again and again, sending some powerful weapons to the empire, Mount Hyjal, and the Plain of Firas. The weapons distributed to civilians and ordinary soldiers will be thrown back into the Empire's warehouse by the wizards and warlocks of Dalaran using the portal.

After the real production capacity was fully opened, the power of the federal industrial zone broke out, making the whole world look at it. In the roar of machinery, the federal government issued the first batch of weapons orders to the black iron zone, 15 in advance The delivery was completed in the day, but just when Orix and other factory owners thought they could take a break, the next day, the second batch of weapons orders were delivered to the factory owners in the Black Iron Zone again.

The first batch of gold coins for order settlement was sent together. Because the number was too large, these gold coins were converted into goblin bank cards and sent to the factory owners.

Looking at the dozens of golden cards in his hand, a touch of excitement and encouragement flashed in the eyes of already exhausted Orix.

Each gold card is a fixed amount of 10,000 gold coins, that is to say, his small factory has earned the wealth that it took half a year to earn in the past half a month, although the pessimistic old men always say that if they fail By the way, no amount of gold coins are meaningful, but... what if they get through it?

Orix grabbed the bottle next to him and swallowed hard. He sighed with relief.

What if Azeroth successfully fought the Doomsday War?

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 to work, isn't it overtime!

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

Ten minutes later, five steam trucks filled with various living supplies and products were parked at the door of the Aurix processing plant. Orix, with dark eyes, shouted out his workers, then pointed to the steam truck behind him and said to them:

"Thank you for your hard work for half a month, these are all gifts I gave to everyone! And everyone, everyone present, will receive an extra month of salary as a pension this month!"

The news made the exhausted workers feel refreshed at once, but it was not over yet.

Orix rubbed his sore eyes and said to the worker:

"I have rented a group of undead workers. The pressure on the next batch of orders will be much less. I will not force everyone to work overtime, but I can guarantee that from today to the day when all orders are completed, voluntary overtime Everyone can get 3 times the salary! You all know me, brothers, I have always said to do it!"

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

"The most work, the best employees, I give them gold cards, and promote them to be supervisors! Remember this commitment."

Aurix's eyes swept the workers in front of him, he said:

"Does 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 workers' vigorous eyes in front of him, and then thought of the second and third orders. After the completion, the huge amount of money that he can get, and the future of his family's beautiful life, Orixton felt that the end of the world... Maybe, it is not just a bad thing.

Of course, this can't be said to the workers. The news of the current Doomsday War was blocked. Orix took a deep breath and said to his workers:

"Brothers, now take your presents home to rest and accompany your wife and children, 8 o'clock tonight!"

"We started work on time!"

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At the same time as Orix motivates its employees, on the third basement floor of the factory in the Black Iron District, in the warehouse of the Ovosbach Future Technology Laboratory, two pygmy engineers Ovosback, who also bear two big dark circles, The Field Marshal Maxwell, who is accompanying the Federation, checks the armaments.

The weapons and equipment stored here are not simple and cheap firearms, nor are they heavy and expensive land battle tanks, or those new high-speed fighters, but the secret weapons of the Federal Army...power armor!

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

The clever dwarf yawned and looked at the numbers in the statistics table and said to the Marshal:

"Weapons and energy for Power Armor will take a few days to be in place. The number of special power armor produced by Hesso should be less, but at least about 18,000 units. In each subsequent month, we can offline 14,000 Taiwan's power armor, this is already the capacity limit of the black iron zone. 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 stop."

Marshal Maxwell reached out his hand and touched the cold, violent and beautiful power armor around him. The old man was smoking a cigar and surrounded by smoke, he said:

"Those weapons are to support our other brotherly civilizations that are backward in industry. This is the responsibility of the Federation. The end is coming, and now it should be united together...Think about the sword, Ovosbach, old My friend, that day, that sword of annihilation crossed the sky, that fear, that despair..."

The old man gritted his teeth and punched **** the steel mech in front of him. The light in his eyes was like a wolf:

"No one wants to experience that kind of despair again!"

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

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