In September of Dark Gate 21, Benedict Smith persuaded the Draenei to move in the Outlands, and after a month of preparation, the vast majority of the Draenei and the members of the Alliance 'Children of Lothar' boarded the starships of Naru, leaving only some of the personnel repairing the city and the military organization they called the 'Garrisons'. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Tuk Tuk"

"Ciel, are you ready? We're embarking. ”

"That's it!" Sylvanas closed the diary and stuffed it into her space bag, pulling Issa open the door.

Benny stood in front of the door, followed by the paladin guards and Elsa.

"We're all left, let's go." Banny pulls up Issa. "Khadgar is in a hurry."

"I really don't know how his character became a mage." Cautious, mysterious---- in short, not Khadgar like that.

"Maybe it's a miraculous fate." Benny blinked. "Elsa."

"I'm about to become your portal!" Elsa nodded on her heels, and the blue circle rose up, and silence returned to the door.

"I'll be waiting for you." The blue shards of light hadn't gone away, and Khadgar had already walked over.

"I'm sorry." Benny smiled apologetically. "Something ready."

"Your Excellency the Prophet." Benny bowed slightly to those present.

"The other ships will take some time, and we can leave in 30 minutes." Wei Lun's tone has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Need my help?"

"Talk to me, an old man, and let the time pass faster." Wei Lun's smile flashed away, and it was just an illusion.

"Then I'll tell you about Azeroth, the new home of the Draenei."

Wei Lun nodded.

"Speaking of which, Azeroth itself should be named ---- Kalimdor, which means 'Land of Eternal Starlight', and it was originally the only land in the world of Azeroth. Kadore---- also known as the Night Elves as we humans call them, founded the most powerful empire of their time--------"

The familiar history is told, and the people around him are gradually attracted, and the release is like returning to the previous life, and in the dormitory, he 'brags B' to his roommate who is not familiar with the history of the game.

Time always flies by when telling stories, and half an hour later, Benny has just finished talking about 'The War of the Ancients'.

"Your Excellency, all the ships are ready!"

The crowd that gradually gathered together quickly dispersed.

"Tell André that it's time to go."

The Draenei guards saluted and left, and Willen looked at Benny.

"It's a wonderful history, where different races have come together, and valiant warriors have worked hard to overcome powerful enemies, even when the situation is hopeless, and they have not given up, much like our current situation."

Khadgar looked at the priest and wondered where his wealth of 'knowledge' came from, that Naru sigil could really help people gain insight into the past and the future.

"Your wisdom knows everything."

"I'm really looking forward to our next conversation." Velun nodded. "After arriving in Azeroth."

"My pleasure." Benny nodded and stepped aside.

Velen stood in front of the crystal-strewn counter.

"Khadgar Scholars."

Khadgar stepped forward.

"I'll connect your spirit with all ships, all you need to do is mentally map out the space nodes of Azeroth."

"Understood."

Veren stretched out his palm and pressed it to the center of Khadgar's eyebrows, the Naru mark on his forehead lit up slightly, and a geometric golden circle appeared on the purple console, and the ship resounded with a loud hum, as if a huge engine was roaring.

Marrad raised his head and looked at the ship in the sky, which was gradually surrounded by golden light, brighter and brighter, as if to foreshadow the journey that the Draenei were about to embark on. A bright light emanated from the bow of the ship, tearing open a shimmering starlight crack in front of it, and the space in the bow of the ship was pulled and deformed by a huge suction force, and then it was sucked into it and disappeared.

“Dioniss\'aca！” Bon voyage!

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Eastern continent of Azeroth, New Stratholme.

It's been more than a month since the leader of the 'Dawn Light' suddenly left, and Tirio Fording feels that he has not really integrated into the city, more precisely---- he has not yet integrated into the 'Dawn Light', and the paladins and soldiers still respect him, perhaps it is ---- his own reason, there is not one in ten nobles in Lordaeron, and the life and death of the royal family members are uncertain, and the hearts of people here are only ' Dawn Light', in less than a year, perhaps because of Arthas's betrayal, the royal family of Lordaeron is on the verge of being forgotten.

Closing the document in his hand, Tirio rubbed his brow.

The city is nearly halfway rebuilt, but the land is still not being cleaned, and they still need to buy food from the distant cities of Ironforge and Stormwind at a high price, and they must find a way to speed up the cleanup work, otherwise the deteriorating financial situation will soon collapse. The issue of Hand of the Hand of Hand in Hand of Hand was also tricky, with the populace there urging to live in Stratholme, believing it to be safer and more ---- affluent.

Benedict Smith's various employment treaties made the artisans richer than ever before, and a large amount of land was equally distributed to the common people, and the peasants were promised quite favorable conditions before they received the land---- tax exemption for two years, and the land automatically belonged to the cultivator after 30 years of cultivation, and only a small amount of grain tax ---- was required every year, and the purchase and sale of land had to be strictly scrutinized. The two parties must have a full-time official in charge of the land present when they are in the transaction, and avoid forced buying and selling.

If he were a farmer, he would also see this place as paradise. And if he was a businessman, he would never want to come here.

According to the information provided by Gavinrad, Benedict Smith instituted a so-called 'temporary tax regulation' in which the taxation of merchants was temporarily set at three out of ten, and a special tax agency was set up for this purpose, which, according to Earl Agamande, was only a brief law for the time being, and the specific regulations would need to be introduced after Benedict Smith's return.

And all this is all 'laws' promulgated in the name of the nobility. The leader of this 'Dawn Light' is a big invisible hand, hidden in the shadows and manipulating all this.

"Tuk Tuk"

"Come in!" Tirio pulled back to his thoughts.

"My lord, Viscount Duslin and Viscount Syrk ask to see each other."

"Just bring them up."

The squire turned to leave, and Tirio frowned, he had a hunch that the visit of Duslin and Viscount Syrk was not a good thing. (To be continued.) )