In fact, Orgrimmar Port is more of a small town and a fishing port than a seaport.
A town is naturally a city with mountains and seas. Orgrimmar? A city? A seaport? Don’t be ridiculous, is it as big as a town in Lian Dagang?
As for the fishing port...
The Barrens is located in the northernmost part of the White Star Western Continent, on a peninsula that extends diagonally to the northeast and is similar to the shape of Italy on Earth. Since humans occupied this place, it was once a chaotic place on the planet - not a magic field.
not chaos, but...order.
Because the land here is too barren, the barbarians disdain it and have no time to conquer it. The Elf Empire on the other side of the sea doesn't even care about it - this is already their lost territory, and it has become what it is now.
Does this look have anything to do with our elegant elves who advocate nature and art?
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As a result, this place has become a gathering place for criminals and deportees on the entire planet, thieves, robbers, fraudsters, etc., just to name a few in the barren land.
Since the human slaves of the barbarians rebelled, and received the support of an inexplicable appearance of a human army from the Westland driving strange magic tanks, they successfully evacuated to the barren land and established the human kingdom, the order here has gradually eased.
Slow recovery - but only in towns and their surrounding areas.
But this place is so barren that even monsters and plants are unwilling to survive here, and their numbers are very rare!
Therefore, the scene of the barren land is often large areas of yellowish color, desolation, and lack of vitality. It was not until the arrival of humans that human voices and green gradually appeared here.
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And similarly, thanks to the barren land here, humans are planting black rice, barley and other foods in the land as if they are desperate, but they still cannot make ends meet - the Port of Orgrimmar, as a natural port, is also a good place for its surroundings.
The sea area is covered with large tracts of fishery resources, so it quickly developed from a small fishing village into the kingdom's first fishing port city in the northeast corner of the barren land.
It provides almost half of the meat for the kingdom, allowing the kingdom's food output to barely keep up with consumption. In fact, in the barren land, the area is quite wide, but food has long become a constraint on human development.
big problem.
There are currently several members of the Royal Government suggesting that the Kingdom slow down its unplanned family planning policy, or simply change it to shameful family planning.
Yes, shameful! At least. Kingdom scholars generally believe that fertility and reproduction are human nature, and it is naturally acceptable to encourage reproduction, but with restrictions... Oh my God, are we ready to castrate ourselves?
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Of course, this series of controversies does not hinder the importance and prosperity of Orgrimmar. The sea here is always filled with white sails. The port is also always filled with fishermen, or the laughter of people returning home with a full load.
.Or get very few curses.
At this time, it was noon, and the Port of Orgrimmar had calmed down a little amid the excitement.
In the town behind the port area, a young man with black hair was holding a very cute-looking puppy in his arms as he strode into a tavern.
Pedestrians who saw him on the road gave him strange looks... yes, strange. Because he was wearing a strange uniform - it looked like the uniform of a royal army officer on the cross front, but it had exquisite texture.
It must be like the clothing materials of the nobles of the kingdom and even the king.
Moreover, although it is said that the front line has been attacked by barbarians again on their home planet, the puppet army has also shrunk its defense line and calmed down slightly. But as a Chinese human officer with a mind full of blood and glory, he is also a Chinese human officer who lives near the cross front line.
.Appearing in a Western Continent town so far away from the front line, it has to be very strange.
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Xie Ning looked at his clothes and smiled bitterly.
This kind of clothing, which was originally made to imitate the clothing worn by the two humans and looked quite similar to modern military uniforms, looked quite weird. It seemed to attract the attention of the passers-by he met along the way.
This is not a good sign. You need to keep a low profile now. Are you arrogantly saying that you are a special envoy of your home star and expect others to accept your request? After all, hundreds of years have passed, and we still don’t know what the remaining human beings here think of us. Revealing your identity rashly is a big deal.
A completely stupid thing.
"Sir, how can I help you?"
Little John looked at the young man in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes, but he still asked in smooth Chinese dialect.
What is the old proverb from the home planet? Well, the customer is God. I don’t care who he is, as long as he is not a spy, he thought.
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"Bring me a glass of wine, any kind of wine. Also prepare food for two people." Xie Ning recalled the information provided by Baker and tossed out a silver coin that also came from Baker.
"Alcohol?" Little John's eyes widened: "Sir, although you seem to be an officer who does not prohibit alcohol, we still have to confirm your drinking license number first."
"What? Drinking...permit...number?"
Damn it, that bastard Baker didn't say that you need a license number to drink in this damn place.
Xie Ning also widened his eyes.
"Sir, don't you know? Because of the scarcity of food in the kingdom, we cannot waste precious food on making wine - the kingdom has long issued a prohibition on alcohol. Only frontline soldiers and those with drinking permission can drink alcohol."
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"Then you still have the sign of the tavern? This is not the front line, and there are not many soldiers coming." Xie Ning asked dumbfounded.
"Of course, our wine is mainly provided to the fishermen who work hard in the northern seas. After all, it is too cold there, and they are usually wet. How can we not drink some wine to keep out the cold? They all have drinking licenses.
of."
Little John looked at the young man and replied politely, but there was already a strong and extremely suspicious look in his eyes.
"Oh...Okay, then give me a glass of water and food for two people. Is that okay?"
Xie Ning said helplessly.
"Of course, sir, please wait."
Little John nodded and hurriedly walked into the tavern.
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In the smoke-filled kitchen, a chef wearing a white apron is busy working in full swing.
A thin figure flashed in.
"Hey, little John, shouldn't you be your waiter at the front desk? Being lazy is not a good habit, and your sister no longer screams from hunger because of you. If you do this, be careful Mr. Cisse fires you.
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The chef looked back and smiled.
"No, sir, I found a puppet spy! Yes, he looks very much like a puppet spy!" Little John shouted excitedly.
"Oh? Is it true? We have spies appearing so far away from the front line? No?" the chef said in surprise.
"It's true! Uncle Dale."
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Little John was so excited that he trembled all over: "He doesn't even know about Prohibition. Uncle Dale, use your smart brain and think about it. What kind of person doesn't know about the existence of Prohibition? How can he ask for alcohol as soon as he enters the pub? Only
Those puppet armies of the barbarians who have plenty of food and drink every day! Yes, puppet armies!"
"Moreover, although his clothes are an ordinary officer's uniform, the material is very exquisite - it cannot be something that our frontline officers can afford! It can only be imitated by barbarians!"
"Oh...god, if it's true, little John, you're going to make a great contribution. Not only will there be a huge bounty, but the chief of the National Guard might also introduce you to the Demon War School!
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The chef named Dale suddenly became excited.
"Then why are you still waiting? I'll go receive the spy for you, and you hurry up and notify the National Guard! Little John. If you get Huang Chengcheng's bounty for exposing the spy, you have to treat your uncle to a meal."
He smiled and said hastily.
"Of course, Uncle Dale, you have taken good care of me. I have always kept it in my heart. Please believe me, I will not let you down."
Little John bowed to Dale and ran out the back door.
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Xie Ning swallowed the dough in his mouth with difficulty. He had already drank several sips of water.
Grass, is this food? Not to mention it was dry and had a rancid taste. He frowned and finally swallowed the dough in his mouth with difficulty.
"Sir, please forgive us for our poor hospitality. We only offer this kind of food here. I'm sorry." The chef, who had been standing respectfully at the table, pretended to be a Westerner and said with a smile.
"Nothing." Xie Ning forced a smile and waved to him.
What's going on with this chef? He's always at the table. Could it be that I, a Chinese, are a distinguished guest here and can still enjoy one-to-one service?
Dell reluctantly walked away. After thinking for a while, he entered the waiter's seat again, but glanced at Xie Ning from time to time.
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At this time, this hateful human agent was feeding the puppy in his arms with bread! Oh my god! Feed the puppy with precious food! And what’s even more hateful is that the puppy seems to be used to it.
It looks like a good thing, but it looks indifferent and avoids the food in its mouth!
You are a ghost only if you are not a spy! With Little John's good luck, I am worthy of the instructions given to me by his father who died in battle! Damn barbarian ghost, damn spy dog, let me use your dirty blood to pay tribute to me
Brother John of Heaven.
Dale thought secretly.
Xie Ning helplessly looked at the little hotpot's mouth that was ducking around: "Son, if you don't eat, you will be hungry for lunch...Okay, when I find out the way, we are out of this ghost place, I will see if we can go out in the wild
I’ll kill some monsters for you, and we’ll have a barbecue. Is that okay? Come on, let’s fill your stomach first.”
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Little Hot Pot was whimpering desperately, tears flashing in his eyes, but he couldn't help but dodge them.
Dad, didn’t you see that I vomited after the first bite? Oh my God, I have never eaten such a horrible thing. I miss Grandma Qian’s arms. She never forced me to eat something so difficult.
Things to eat……
By the way, I vaguely remember what my mother said when I was in my infancy. I should be entering my infancy now... When will I be able to have my second form and be able to speak...
No, I won’t eat! Father, if you force me again, even though I can’t speak yet, I will cry for you!
The hot pot owner thought with tears in his eyes.
Xie Ning looked at the little hotpot dumbfounded and was about to say something.
The door of the tavern suddenly opened, and the high-pitched voice of a half-year-old boy who was extremely excited sounded proudly: "Adults, it's him! He must be a spy!" (To be continued...)