Oak is an ordinary human businessman who supports his family by a fleet of large iron trucks powered by steam engines.

Oh, it's not that he doesn't want to change to a crystal power engine with better quality and more power, it's just that those long-eared night elves sell it too expensive, and he is not one of those wealthy goblin consortiums, where did he get the money to buy new goods, so he died of this heart.

So steam power is steam power, except for the noise is a little louder, and the smoke from the rear exhaust pipe destroys the environment, all other aspects are enough to meet their daily cargo requirements.

Oak's hometown is in the East Valley Lumber Yard area of the Elwyn Forest in the southern Storm Kingdom of the continent, and his parents are honest farmers.

But young people like Oak are extremely resistant to farming, they want to get out of their hometown, which they are tired of seeing, and go to the outside world to have a look, and earn a lot of gold coins by the way.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any magical affinity talent, and his physical physique can't meet the requirements of warriors and knights, so the adventurer has no chance, and can only be an ordinary solo businessman, pulling his own small convoy back and forth between the north and south continents, and doing some small business of reversing.

With the acquisition of the two colonies of Outlands and Parallel Draenor Worlds in Azeroth, the quality of life and overall income of the Alliance and Tribal people have increased dramatically, and the extremely thriving commercial trade market has created a large number of merchants from all over the world.

Oak has also made some money in recent years, although it is not as fast as those adventurer groups, but it is better to be stable and safe, and there is no need to lick blood on the tip of the knife.

Oscar Diamond, the king of adventurers, did make money, but he also paid the price of becoming a death knight.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Oak flipped through the newspaper in his hand, then looked up at the scenery outside the window.

"Boss, we've just entered the Silver Pines Forest, and if the truck doesn't have a problem, we'll be able to get to Lordaeron City tonight. The driver spoke.

Oak nodded, these truck drivers of his are all retired adventurers, although they have retired, and they have accumulated a large amount of gold coins enough to support their retirement, but this group of active brothers who are born to sit still still still still want to do a little work in all directions, earn a little extra money, and enrich their lives.

After all, adventurers can't settle down at any time.

As for the bodyguards of the caravan, they were all strong ogres bought by the trade market, including slaves and freemen.

According to the international law established by the Night Empire, slaves of any race are automatically converted into legal freedmen after ten years of service, and their employers must pay their wages on time and guarantee them all kinds of normal rights.

So these ogres scattered all over the world begging for a living, even if they are caught and become slaves, then they don't bother to resist.

Heck, after all, there is food and drink, and there is money to get after ten years, which is countless times better than living in one's own barren mountains and mountains.

The truck driving along the road slowly stopped, and the Shadowfang Castle Pass Fortress checkpoint arrived.

The members of the caravan got out of the car, lit a cheap cigarette roll from Danmoro or the Western Wilderness, and waited for their boss to deliver the papers.

To be honest, their group of people from the Stormwind Kingdom still don't understand and disdain Lordaeron's rules.

These stubborn northerners, they have to adhere to the old-fashioned aristocratic traditions, the countless rules, the manners, and the way of speaking that have long since become obsolete for an entire era.

Tired or not, you guys!

The Procurator of Lordaeron was a royal soldier dressed in heavy silver-white crystal power armor, the ornate armor carved with delicate Lordaeron-style reliefs, and the shoulder armor on either side had a human face carved on one side and an eagle with wings spread on the other.

They are the high-ranking soldiers of the Scarlet Warband, formerly the Scarlet Vanguard Army, which has been subsumed into the Lordaeron army system.

Their Grand Inquisitor, Bridget Abydis, is now a stalwart of the main battle hawks in the Lordaeron hierarchy.

The hawks have been proposing to Her Majesty Queen Kalia that the title Northern Alliance be abolished, and they don't want to have a similar name to the rude hillbillies of the Southern Stormwind Kingdom.

Now Queen Kalia is considering whether to change the title of the Northern Alliance to the Court of War.

The nobles of all walks of life expressed their support, as Queen Kalia had been promoted again by the Dawn Lord Sarodar some time ago.

If Fort Riptide is willing to incorporate Lordaeron, then Kalia, the appointed Knight of the Dawn, plus Queen Lordaeron, will be able to call herself the Great Empress of the North.

Lordaeron can also be officially renamed the War Court before entering the Cosmic Age, representing the interests of the entire Northern Continent.

Sticking to the old-fashioned aristocratic traditions, this has also resulted in Lordaeron's distinctive new-age style.

Their city buildings, soldiers' appearances, and various troop names are all derived from the retro style of the previous era.

The capital of Lordaeron still retains the style of the Orc Wars, even though every household has used all kinds of new-age high-tech products, they are still accustomed to listening to the bell tower of the palace tower chime, and the nobles still like to use expensive candles to show their heritage and traditions.

The army is also strange to outsiders, and Lordaeron's army is a mixture of medieval cold weapons and new-age hot weapons.

As a very simple example, their standard energy rifle has to be carved with decorative patterns and small reliefs of cold weapons such as longswords, and although their armor is also the most advanced crystal power armor, it is still made to be retro ordinary armor style.

Even the large Spider Foot Siege Tank, on which they build a small medieval-style tower with a Lordaeron banner on top, like a miniature castle that moves.

Their troops at all levels were called warbands, the commanders were called the presiding officers rather than generalissimos, and the new-age armored knights were replaced with power chainsaws and heavy shotguns, and the inquisitor had a flag of his own warband erected behind him.

All in all, although the North and the South are both human beings, they have embarked on two very different paths.

Compared to Lordaeron's solemnity, the Stormwind Kingdom was countless times more cheerful.

Their people are full of free and unrestrained thoughts, although it is true that they do not feel that there is much heritage and connotation, but their gunpowder and steel technology are varied, a hundred flowers bloom, with absolute practicality as the core idea, and appearance is secondary.

The tracked tanks of the Stormwind Kingdom, like their machine gunners, do not pursue any aesthetic and artistic sense, at most they print a lion's head logo on a blue background, or let the soldiers scribble on it, which is to be placed in Lordaeron, and whoever dares to scribble on the tank will properly go to the court-martial.

To get back to the point, if anyone has the most sensitive feelings about all this, it must be a businessman like Oak.

After leaving the borders of the Southern Alliance and entering the Northern Alliance, the overall style changed suddenly, and it was like a moment of time traveling back to a few decades ago.

There are no smoky factories or tin buildings, no noisy motorcycles or void rockets.

Even the caravans in the north still use horse-drawn carriages, but these carriages are equipped with crystal energy engines, and the horses are also equipped with special power exoskeletons to increase speed and transportation power.

The Inquisitor handed the paperwork back to Oak and gave him a complicated old-fashioned military salute.

Heaven and earth can be learned, our Storm Kingdom is now all done with a salute or a beating of the chest, how can it be as complicated and inkblot as you guys.

"You may go on and walk on the land of Her Majesty, with sufficient respect. ”

Oak immediately nodded perfunctorily, he just wanted to rush to the capital of Lordaeron as soon as possible, get rid of all the goods in his hand, and then immediately return to the free world of Flowery Flower in the south.

The realm of Lordaeron is too uncomfortable to stay, too dull, too much to step on a horse and not free!

Oh, and they seem to be about to change their name to the War Court?

Re-seated in his steam truck, which seemed so vulgar to the northerners, spewed out smoke, and continued towards the Tirisfal Glades in the north.