Speaking of the starships gifted to the Federation by the Dark Alliance, this is not entirely the Warlocks' attempt to provoke the Federation and the Empire to yearn for and compete for the stars.

It was because in the battle of Niskara, the Dark Alliance was helpless in the face of the demon's strong firepower attack, exposing the shortcomings of the Dark Alliance, so after the battle on the frontal battlefield was over, Kel'thugad immediately sent the Warlocks back to Azeroth and ordered a large number of orders from the arms dealers in the Black Iron District.

But when it came time to pay, the warlocks were a little shy in their pockets, so they bought some bonds from the Central Bank of the Federation, and then the stingy warlocks didn't want to repay the debt, so they simply found the diplomats of the Federation and told them that the Federation will help us pay off the arms order, and we will give you a demon starship that has just been captured from the battlefield.

Well, 8 into new! A real military product! Experienced a real Star Wars, the quality is absolutely guaranteed! It also comes with a bonus of the Ganerge Demon Engineer, dear!

The incident was immediately reported to the Supreme Council by the vigilant federal diplomat, who was already completely bald. Speaker Van Cleef has a very secret communication with the Dark Blade Legion, and he knows something about the Dark Alliance's recent movements, so he makes a decision on the spot.

This business is done!

So there is the current scene.

Frankly speaking, the starships that the warlocks gave to the Federation were not particularly good, they were captured on the battlefield of Niskara, when the corpse tide set off by the Death Knights occupied the demon's starport for the first time, and took several starships docked there as trophies, and the three of them divided the warships among themselves, and then chose the smallest one to give to the Federation.

But Rao was like this, seeing the nearly 50-kilometer-long, steel-like steel battleship docked in the starport under the constraints of the traction field, the speakers of the Federation cheered endlessly, and even opened a bottle of champagne on the spot to celebrate.

This made the representatives of the empire who were watching sour.

However, the good news is that Illidare already has the battleship Evil Hammer, so Illidan currently has plans to sell the extra starship in their hands, so the Imperial representatives didn't care about appreciating the "scenery" of the Terror Rift at all, and followed Illidare's legion to the Niskara battlefield as soon as possible.

They had to buy the starship before the Federation mess got into trouble.

Although the empire does not yet have a real emperor, and the countries have been slightly confused due to the reform of the Storm Kingdom, it is a matter of human orthodoxy and national affairs, even if there is a big contradiction, we must unite as one!

On the other side, the dwarf warlock Wilfred is taking the Rusty Water Consortium's Trade Prince Garry Vix, touring the treasure house of the Dreadmark Rift, this treasure trove has just been discovered by the warlocks, located on the second basement floor of the Dreadmark Rift, the light is not very good, but under the illumination of the evil light, the luster of those treasures from various worlds still makes the eyes of Prince Garry Vix as a guest shine.

Speaking of Gary Vickers, this guy is a real legend in Goblin.

More than ten years ago, the commercial activities in the goblin civilization were still monopolized by the hot sand consortium, and almost all goblin merchants had to do business in the rules formulated by the hot sand consortium, which made the young Gary Vickers very dissatisfied at the time, so he established the prototype of the rusty water consortium and began a long speculative career.

He cooperated with a venture capital firm and spent more than a decade expelling the power of the Hot Sand Consortium from the center of the goblin civilization, on the island of Kozan, located next to the Maelstrom.

Since then, Gary Vickers' rusty water chaebol has truly become a business predator, and after driving out the hot sand consortium, he has fought a years-long business war with venture capital firms, and driven out the unscrupulous bastards who want to make money, so that Kozan Island has become Gary Vix's sphere of influence.

By monopolizing the Koya ore business in the whole of Azeroth, this guy made a lot of money, and most importantly, although Gary Vix was as stingy as other goblins, he was a hedonistic man, and the Palace of Forgetfulness he built on Kozan Island was the most famous resort in all of Azeroth, and its single-day casino turnover was even more than that of Garkison's casino.

And Gary Vickers has a very good eye, this rare fat man in the goblin can keenly seize all opportunities in business, and dare to invest heavily, which is why the Dark Alliance specially invited Gary Vickers to fear the rift.

This guy is crazier than the average goblin trade prince.

"I don't have a crush on goblins."

The high-ranking warlock Wilfred glanced at Prince Garry Vickers, whose eyes were shining, and the dwarf pursed his lips and said:

"But the Boss admires the business art of the goblins, so he sent you an invitation, the war with the demons is cruel and long, and the Dark Alliance needs the support of all the forces from Azeroth, money, or supplies, we all need it."

"I'm a businessman, Warlock."

The goblin trade prince held a magnifying glass and looked at the magnificent works of art stored in the treasure house, and the fat goblin with the jewel-embellished gentleman's hat sighed in admiration and said without looking back:

"A real businessman doesn't care about these high-sounding descriptions, I don't have a heart to give to the world, and I don't need to be nice to it, because the world has never done anything for me... I mean, if you want me to spend money, at least you have to let me know what I get for my money. ”

"We have one-third of the land division rights on the planet Xsonos."

The gnome warlock lowered his voice:

"We can give you land, minerals, and in that world, you can be a real king!"

"What do I want those things for?"

Gary Vix looked at the dwarf warlock in front of him suspiciously, and he smiled with disdain:

"Everyone says that gnomes don't know how to do business, and now I know that you're smart, but you really can't do business, well, I'm not going to embarrass you, Warlock, I'll just say what I want."

"The Rusty Water Chaebol can supply you with enough supplies, I want to monopolize this special supply right, it's okay if you can't pay for it, just give me 15% of the loot after every battle, and monopolize the supply right for at least 10 years!"

"Secondly, I want two starships! I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm going to take this thing back to Azeroth for auction as the starting capital for this big support. ”

"Finally, at some appropriate moment in the future..."

Gary Vickers, the fat goblin, touched the oversized ruby ring on his finger, and said faintly:

"I'm going to buy a planet from you! As the starry base camp of the Rusty Water Consortium, rest assured, I will pay. ”

These few requests Rao is warlock does not understand economics at all, and can also feel the viciousness, Wilfred gritted his teeth and shouted to the fat goblin:

“15%？ Why don't you grab it? Up to 7%! And two starships? No! Up to one for you! ”

"Deal!"

Gary Vickers' eyes flashed with a gleam, and he clapped on the spot, and without saying a word, the attendant behind the goblin took out a portable typewriter, and banged wildly, and after a few minutes, the freshly baked documents were placed in front of the two short men.

Looking at Gary Vickers' exuberance, the corners of the dwarf warlock's eyes jumped.

Nima, you're still so happy to cut your waist in half, hell, how low is your material cost?

Instinct tells the dwarf warlock that he should be trapped, but the boss and the other two bigwigs don't seem to care about the minutiae, they don't care about these things at all, and instead throw it to the dwarf to co-ordinate, which proves their idea.

The gnome muttered a few words, he didn't want to sign, the goblin prince looked left and right, and with a hook of his finger, a check from the Federal Central Bank fell to the ground, Gary Vickers let out a contrived scream, he twisted the check and handed it to the gnome warlock:

"Yo, Mr. Warlock, why are you so careless, this should be yours, right?"

Wilfred took the check suspiciously, and the series of zeros on it dazzled the gnome's eyes, and he subconsciously glanced at the goblin prince, who shrugged his shoulders at him, and the next moment, the seal representing the Dark Alliance in the dwarf's hand was pressed on the contract.

"Happy working together!"

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"The stars are the last frontier, the battlefield of the future, and it is of great significance to occupy a place here."

Demon Hunter Illidan stood at the very top of the demonic fortress of Niskara, he could not see, but he did not need eyes to feel the darkness contained in the stars in front of him, the crimson fear that came from the depths of the stars, the demonic realm that he had seen when he faced Sargeras 10,000 years ago.

It was a horror that he would never forget in his life.

"Demons are born from here, here is their world, they occupy resources countless times larger than ours, if we kill one demon, ten demons will be born, we defeat them once, and they will become stronger when they come back."

"There is no hope of fighting them in our world, we must step into their battlefields... Loot resources from them to make ourselves stronger, so that we can finally compete with them in this group of stars. ”

Illidan turned around, and behind him, Tyrande, the Darkmoon God of War of Kadore, and Legion Commander Garrod. Shadow Song was standing not far behind him, and they were also looking out at the lonely world of stars.

"We've defeated it, Dark Titan Sargeras, and we must defeat it again!"

The Demon Hunter whispered:

"I beseech you, support me, help me, I have not hidden it from you... That's what I'm here for, that's the only reason I'm here. ”

Tyrande was silent, but she did not object to Illidan, and the white-haired Garrod withdrew his gaze from the stars, and asked softly:

"How can we help you? Illidan? Are you going to transfer our Sentinel Corps here? ”

"Nope! No! ”

Illidan Says:

"As long as you approve and support our actions in an official capacity at the right time, and work with other companions to stir off those wandering forces, let them enter this star field spontaneously, and leave the rest to me."

"You mean, the mercenaries, the adventurers, and the witchers?"

Garrod was skeptical:

"Some of them are heroes, but most of them are not real warriors."

"Don't worry, Garrod."

Illidan Says:

"As long as they come here, as long as they see the horrors of the demons, then they will become qualified warriors, or die here as cowards."

"No matter what, it's a decent exit, and this is the best place to train!"

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"The Pope is very impressed by your victory, and he has entrusted me to congratulate you on your behalf."

Uther, the white-haired knight, accompanied by Dasohan, walks through the city that Xonos has cleared, a demonic city that is strange to humans, but not unacceptable.

The fog of death had purified the city of evil powers, and now the city was dead silent, with only a few Death Knights busy, and soon the city would be the rear base of the Niskara front, and they must prepare for the demon's impending counterattack.

"The Pope praised you as true warriors, and although you do not walk with the Light, your deeds cannot be erased."

Uther looked at the occupied city, and he sighed with emotion:

"Who would have thought that Azeroth's power would grow so rapidly that in the blink of an eye, we would be able to fight among the stars, alas, I'm already old."

Uther's old wounds never healed, and after he went to the Empire, he no longer served as a military commander, but instead trained new paladins, but in the eyes of Dassohan, Uther was still the brave Lightbringer of the past, and he whispered to Uther:

"You are so favored by the Light, old friend, you may be the next Pope, speaking of which, the body of the crown of Fao..."

At the mention of this, Uther was a little silent and a little sad, he shook his head, and whispered:

"It may not survive this winter, the priests of the Cathedral of Light are already preparing for the Holy Spirit Ceremony, and he joked with me two days ago that maybe he could go and find Tyrion to survive... But you and I both know that he wouldn't do that. ”

"D'Asohan."

Uther looked up at the dark green sun in the sky of Xonos, and he said:

"Let me tell you, Your Majesty, if you really need help from the world of Light, he will help you... Do you understand what I mean? If the Order could make a pact to become the eternal Sleepless Guardian of the Light belief system in Azeroth, he would even be willing to issue a Declaration of Holy War for your war..."

This sentence made Da Sohan subconsciously raise his head, and a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the death knight:

"The old man is crazy? Is he going to accept the existence of us undead? Isn't he afraid of a split in the faith of the Holy Light Church? ”

A wry smile appeared on Uther's face, and the old knight said with a little uneasiness:

"The old man sensed that his end was approaching, and he... It's already out. ”

"It's not just you, His Majesty Fa Ao intends to completely settle the disputes within the Human Empire before he is summoned by the Holy Light, he is very stubborn this time, he is burning his own few lives, no one can dissuade him, but I don't know..."

"Is this a good thing or a bad thing."