A few days ago, the leaders of Azeroth's civilization cast a vote to decide the fate of the world in the secret chamber of Silishus' heart, and not surprisingly, no one had the foolish choice to surrender to the Dark Titan.

On the one hand, these leaders are wise, they know very well that even if they want to surrender to Sargeras, the latter will not necessarily accept them, and most importantly, after the strange disappearance of Deathwing and its army of war dragons, mortals who want to submit to the Dark Pantheon have no way to turn to it.

On the other hand, although the World Spirit does not force civilization to join this mortal war with the gods, anyone with a brain knows that once they vote against it under the gaze of the World Spirit, it is equivalent to self-isolation from the world of Azeroth, and all life, no matter how powerful they are, exist in this world, and the World Spirit is the world itself...

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

Therefore, there was no suspense in this vote from the beginning, and the reason why the spirit of the world wanted to decide the future of the world in this "dishwashing" way was nothing more than to make these leaders really think about their relationship with the world, so that they could have a deeper 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 of the World Civilization Alliance has been erected, and although the real commander has not yet been determined, preparations for war between various countries have begun.

No civilization had ever participated in a war with the gods before, and the only one with some experience was the inheritance of the oldest Night Elves, but Tyrande himself didn't know how to guide other civilizations to prepare for war, and after repeated thinking, the Night God of War lady could only describe the scene of the ancient war in a very general way, and then told the other leaders that in this war, it is impossible to win with only a brave army and a wise commander.

The demons loyal to Sargeras, and the elementals who defect to the Dark Pantheon, will not be able to distinguish between soldiers and civilians, and once the war begins, not to mention Sargeras, every inch of land in the world of Azeroth can become a battlefield, and no life can be left alone.

So... While there is still time, everyone is a soldier!

Although Tyrande's statement was not reassuring, the World Coalition could not come up with a better way for now, so after a few meetings, the tone of the battle was set.

All are soldiers!

At the urging and watchful eye of the spirit of the world, this command was transmitted to all civilizations in the entire world, from Mount Hyjal to Gakison, from Stratholme to Treasure Bay, every life that could realize the seriousness of the problem moved.

"Ah, I'm so tired."

In the factory of the Black Iron District of the Federation, the mechanical engineer Oryx Brown with two big black circles on his head. Rubbing his sore arms, Berkeley walked out of the staff cafeteria, carrying two warm sandwiches for his breakfast, but the young man had no appetite.

He yawned and greeted a few acquaintances, and walked towards his factory at the Norbert & Anna Tech Laboratory, which was a mechanical processing plant opened by Oryx 2 years ago, mainly to undertake various industrial orders from the federal government, and occasionally develop some engineering gadgets on his own, and in general, business was not bad.

And thanks to the continuous development of the federal industry in recent years, Oryx has also made a lot of money, has been among the middle and upper echelons of merchants in the Black Iron District, and perhaps it is the favor of the goddess of fate, after the death of his parents, Oryx, who has always been alone, also met a good girl from the Twilight Federation, if there is no accident, Oryx will have a happy family, several children, and can continue the blood of the Berkeley and Rivendell families in this land full of hope.

Accidents always happen, though.

A week ago, Oryx and his girlfriend were planning a wedding that traveled the world, and a week later, Oryx had to change into an engineer's uniform and work all night in his factory.

It's not that Oryx is in financial trouble, it's just that a week ago, the federal government suddenly issued a surprisingly large number of arms orders to the Black Iron District.

How large is this batch of arms?

It's twice as many weapons as all the arms dealers in the Black Iron District combined in the last 10 years! And this is only the first batch of orders, according to federal officials, there are at least five more orders to be placed in the Black Iron District.

And the most terrible thing is that the Federal Ministry of Industry issued a sternly worded order to the Federation of Merchants of the Black Iron District, this batch of weapons must be delivered on time, and the merchants found the Governor, but the Governor could not help it, because this weapon production plan was not made by the Federation itself, but the requirements of the World Civilization Alliance High Command.

The Confederation, which is known for its industry, must produce enough weapons and munitions to arm two-thirds of the world within 4-5 months, and the remaining one-third will be shared between the Empire and the Draenei.

This is an order for weapons from the entire world civilization for the time of the Doomsday War, and it is so heavy that the merchants in the Black Iron Region cannot resist at all, so they can only accept it silently.

Five days ago, the Merchant Federation of the Black Iron District had gathered all the arms dealers, as well as those who were able to take orders, at that meeting, the Governor of the Black Iron District, the Grand Blacksmith of the Brotherhood of Thorium, Born Knight, relayed to the merchants the order of the Supreme Council of the Federation, and he did not reserve the news of the imminent Doomsday War to all the merchants present, and told them that even if they wanted to run, they would not be able to escape the Doomsday War.

So either wait for death, or fight desperately.

In the moment before this decisive battle, there was not much meaning in such a thing as gold coins, so the Federation was extremely generous this time, so generous that the eyes of His Excellency Hesuo, the great goblin arms dealer, lit up, and that crazy goblin even wanted to eat all the orders in one go, but it was obvious that relying only on the production capacity of the Hesso's Future Technology and War Weapons Research Institute could not meet the needs of the Federation.

In order to fulfill the order, the merchants of the Black Iron District began to look for a processing plant, and Oryx's laboratory was so honored to be selected, and all the production lines were used to process the shells and bullets of semi-automatic weapons after a short adjustment, and Oryx appeared in front of Oryx with a lucrative order, and a maddening production deadline.

Based on that date and the capacity of his factory, Oryx and his workers and engineers would have to stay awake for 10 days before the deadline was met to complete the order that could not be refused.

In the eyes of Oryx, the Black Iron District in the past few days is like an industrial giant that has been really activated, all the assembly lines are running, under the guidance of the Black Iron District Business Federation, the production of weapons and munitions parts is divided into categories, and all the workers have been mobilized, almost working in three shifts endlessly.

All the machines that can still move are maintained 24 hours a day, and in the weapon assembly workshop above the Black Iron Zone, the speed of assembly of 37 assembly lines can no longer even keep up with the speed of weapon parts production.

The psychics summoned a huge number of undead bones in the Burning Legion's necropolis and sent them to the assembly workshop.

Every hour, there are several steam trains that arrive on time, loaded with full crates of munitions, most of which are distributed to the armed forces of the various cities of the Federation, and some are sent to Stormwind Pier and Treasure Bay, and then loaded onto the Black Ark and the Goblins' merchant ships, and sent to the continents of Kul Tiras, Northrend, and Pandaria.

Even if the ship returns empty, the high-quality steel from Kurtiras, the meat supplies and magical materials from Northrend, and the spirits and grain from Pandaria will be transported back to the Federation, and then transported to where they should go by railroad erected throughout the country.

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

Several newly registered Draenei Airlift employees rode extremely fast airships, one after another, sending some powerful weapons to the Empire, the Hyjal Mountains and the Plains of Firas, and those weapons distributed to civilians and ordinary soldiers were thrown back to the Empire's warehouses by the mages and warlocks of Dalaran in a portal.

After the real production capacity was fully opened, the power of the Federation's industrial zone burst out, so that the whole world was stunned, and in the roar of machinery, the first batch of weapons orders issued by the federal government to the Black Iron District was completed 15 days ahead of schedule, but just when Oryx and the other factory owners thought they could take a break, the next day, the second batch of weapons orders was delivered to the factory owners of the Black Iron District again.

Along with the first batch of gold coins for the settlement of orders, the amount was so large that they were converted into Goblin Bank cards and delivered 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 Orix, who was already extremely tired.

Each gold card is a fixed amount of 10,000 gold coins, that is to say, his small factory has earned a fortune that used to take more than half a year to earn in the past half a month, although those pessimistic old men always say that if it fails, no matter how much gold coins there is, but... What if they make it through?

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

What if Azeroth survives the War of Doom?

So these gold coins... It will be 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 keep working, isn't it just overtime!

Oryx walked out of the office, he stood on the second floor of the factory area, looking at the workers below who were resting against the machinery, he knew that his workers were just as tired as he was, and they needed some supplies.

Ten minutes later, five steam trucks loaded with various daily necessities and necessities stopped at the gate of the Oryx processing factory, the workers watched suspiciously as their human boss jumped out of the car, and Oryx, with big black eyes, called out his workers, and then pointed to the steam truck behind him, and said to them:

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

The news lifted the tired workers at once, but it wasn't over yet.

Ochres rubbed his sour eyes and said to the worker:

"I have already rented a batch of undead laborers, and the next second batch of orders will be much less stressful for everyone, I do not force everyone to work overtime, but I can guarantee that from today until the day all orders are completed, those who volunteer to work overtime will get 3 times their wages! You all know me, brothers, and I always do what I say! ”

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

"And the best employees, I give them gold cards and promote them to supervisors! All remember this promise. ”

Oryx's gaze swept over the workers in front of him, and he said:

"Is there anyone who wants to quit?"

No one answered, and no one stood up, so Oryx nodded with 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 batch, after the completion of the third batch of orders, the huge amount of money he could get, and the good life of his family in the future, Oryx suddenly felt that the end of the world... Maybe it's not just a bad thing.

Of course, this could not be said to the workers, and the news of the Doomsday War was now blocked, and Oryx took a deep breath and said to his workers:

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

"We started on time!"

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At the same time that Oryx was motivating the employees, on the third basement floor of the factory in the Black Iron District, in the warehouse of the Future Technology Laboratory of Owerthback, Owerthback, a dwarf engineer with two big black eyes, was accompanying the Federation Field Marshal Maxwell to inspect the armament.

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

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

The brilliant dwarf yawned as he looked at the numbers in the statistical table, and said to the marshal:

"It will take a few days for the weapons and energy supporting the power armor to be in place, the number of special power armor produced by Heisuo should be less, but at least about 18,000 units, and in the next month, we can roll off the assembly line 14,000 power armor, which is already the production capacity limit of the black iron area, of course, if the production of those basic weapons can be stopped, this number can be increased by several hundred."

"Those basic weapons can't be stopped."

Field Marshal Maxwell stretched out his hand and touched the cold, violently beautiful power armor beside him, the old man was smoking a cigar, and in the smoke he said:

"Those weapons are to support our other industrially backward fraternal civilizations, this is the responsibility of the Federation, the end is coming, and it is time to unite ... Think of that sword, Owersbuck, old friend, that day, that sword of destruction that spans the sky, that fear, that despair..."

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

"No one wants to experience that despair again!"

"While there is still an opportunity to resist, we must... There must be the power of self-preservation! ”