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

It's not that he doesn't want to change to a better crystal-powered engine, it's just that those Night Elves are too expensive to sell, and he is not one of those wealthy consortiums, so he died of this heart.

Steam power is steam power, except for the noise and the smoke from the rear exhaust pipe that destroys the environment, all aspects are enough for their daily cargo requirements.

Oak's hometown is in the East Valley Lumberyard area of the Elwyn Forest in the Stormwind Kingdom, and his parents are honest farmers.

But young people like Oak are extremely resistant to farming, and they want to get out of their hometown that they have long been 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 talent, and his physique can't meet the requirements of warriors and knights, so he can only be an ordinary one-man businessman, going back and forth between the north and south continents, and doing some small business of reversing.

With the acquisition of the Outlands as the world of Azeroth, the quality of life and income of the League and Tribal people increased dramatically, and the extremely thriving commercial market created a large number of merchants from north to south.

Oak has also made some money in recent years, although it is not as fast as those adventurers who come to make money, but it is better to be stable and safe.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Oak finished flipping through the newspaper in his hand and looked out the window.

"Boss, you just entered the range of the Silver Pine Forest, if there is no problem with the truck, you can get to Lordaeron City tonight.

Oak nodded, these truck drivers of his own are retired adventurers, although they are retired and have enough gold coins in their hands to retire, but this group of people who can't sit still still still still want to do a little work in all directions and earn a little extra money.

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

The international law of the Night Empire stipulates that slaves are automatically converted into freemen after ten years of service, and their employers must pay them a salary and guarantee their rights.

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

After all, there is food and drink, and there is money to get after ten years, which is countless times better than nesting in his own tribe in the barren mountains and mountains.

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

The members of the caravan got out of the car, smoked a cheap cigarette from the 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 northerners, they have to adhere to the old aristocratic traditions, countless rules, manners, and ways of speaking that have long since become obsolete for a whole era.

Tired or not, you guys!

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

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

Their presiding judge, Bridget Abydis, is now a stalwart of the main battle hawks in the top of Lordaeron.

The hawks are constantly proposing to Her Majesty Queen Kalia to abolish the title of Northern Alliance, and they don't want to be called by 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 are all supportive, as Queen Kalia was promoted again by the Lord of Dawn some time ago.

If Riptide Castle is willing to be incorporated into Lordaeron, then Kaliah, the Knights of the Dawn, plus Queen Lordaeron, will be able to call herself the Empress of the North.

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

Adherence to aristocratic traditions has also resulted in Lordaeron's unique new-age style.

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

The capital of Lordaeron still retains that medieval style, and even though every household has used all kinds of new-age things, they are still accustomed to listening to the bell tower of the palace tower chime, and the aristocracy still likes to use expensive candles to show their heritage and traditions.

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

As a simple example, their Energy Rifles had to be carved with patterns and reliefs similar to those of their swords, and their armor, while also the most advanced Crystal Power armor, was still made in a retro normal armor style.

Even the large Spider Foot Siege Tanks had to build a small medieval-style tower with a Lordaeron flag on top, like a moving castle.

Their high-ranking soldiers are called warbands, their generals are called inquisitors, and the new-age armored knights have been replaced with power chainsaws and heavy shotguns, and the inquisitor has a banner of his own warband on his back.

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 heaviness, the Stormwind Kingdom is countless times happier than every.

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

The tracked tanks of the Stormwind Kingdom, like their machine gunners, do not pursue any aesthetic or artistic sense, and at most they print a lion's head logo on a blue background.

If anyone is the most sensitive to 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 going back to decades ago.

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

Even the caravans in the north still used horse-drawn carriages, but these carriages were equipped with crystal engines, and the horses were 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, we in Stormwind City are now all saluted or beaten chests and finished, 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 nodded in response, he just wanted to get to the capital of Lordaeron as soon as possible, get rid of the goods in his hand, and then return to the south immediately.

The realm of Lordaeron, it's so uncomfortable to stay, it's too unfree!

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

Got back into his own steam truck, which seemed so vulgar to the northerners, spewed smoke, and continued north.