Regan's command center is located in the northwest of the town, just adjacent to the newly built barracks and cathedral. Judging from the structure of Chenmist Town, this extremely large area should be the headquarters of Crimson Storm, and the southwest corner of the lower corner of the town and
The two southeastern urban areas belong to civilian areas and trade areas, which are used for merchants and people's daily life and commercial trade.
As for the remaining northeast corner, it is where the blacksmiths and weapon workshops are concentrated. Excellent craftsmen from all over the world gather here, sweating profusely and working in front of the steam engines and furnaces to build various powerful armaments for the Red Storm.
The orcs who came here looked at each other in awe when they saw this scene. It should be noted that the military industry is a weapon for the country. The tribe and the alliance have been very careful with each other for so many years. Even a screw is very careful for fear that the other party will steal it, let alone these.
A real big guy?
However, Grandseau, who was leading the way, didn't seem to have this awareness at all. He kept introducing everyone at the front as if nothing had happened. Even when the orcs stopped to make a fuss and watch the assembly of a steam tank, the goblin never urged him, but stood aside and did nothing.
It seems like these are just insignificant toys.
Saurfang was very puzzled when he saw this, but after thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly with understanding, apparently guessing the goblin's intention.
After roughly touring the entire Morning Mist Town, the orcs and their party came to the door of Regen's command center.
As the base camp of Crimson Storm, the castle-like command center does not look outstanding. Even the cathedral stationed by the clergy troops next to it is much more gorgeous. Few outsiders can guess this at first sight.
It is the ruling center of the entire Morning Mist Town and Red Storm.
Grandzo opened the door and walked in with Saurfang's uncle and nephew, while the rest of the orc guards were left outside.
"Master, Lord Saurfang has arrived."
The living room on the first floor was empty and silent. There was only a human in a red robe standing with his back to them. He seemed to be thinking about something. After hearing the goblin's words, he turned his head and looked at the two orcs.
This is the first time Saurfang has seen the rumored dragon-slaying knight. From the perspective of the orcs, the overly young human general does not meet their traditional concept of a warrior: his handsome face and upright figure may
It can make the noble ladies of Jiu Kuang excited, but it is far from the strong and strong that the orcs admire. If this person walks around in Orgrimmar, he will definitely not be able to escape the title of sissy pretty girl.
However, what Saurfang is concerned about is not the appearance. After all, as long as he is facing a peak powerhouse like the old orc, he can probably see the opponent's true strength as long as he is not facing a real god or an existence beyond the plane.
How many times, let alone a figure like Regan who is barely considered a first-class strong man - in Saurfang's eyes, the difference between him and the ants is just a few more swings of the axe.
What really makes even the old orcs unable to figure it out is Regen’s strange and unpredictable eyes.
If the power of piety, faith and justice is the light revealed by the knight's eyes, then another force of chaos, neutrality, and even a little disorder is deeply buried in his eyes, even Saurfang
They all frowned slightly, unable to face this stunning light in the first place.
At the same time, Regan was also sizing up Saurfang, the man known as the strongest war god in the tribe.
He has a vicissitudes of life and a resolute face. For an orc, at fifty years old, his body and energy are on the decline, but judging from Saurfang's broad shoulders and explosive arms,
, even if he faced a giant dragon at this moment, he could easily kill it.
The old orc's eyes were as fearless and brave as Roxas beside him, but compared to the young nephew, Saurfang was more wise and vicissitudes of life, which made Regan have a deeper understanding of this tribal war god.
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"Nice to meet you, Lord Saurfang"
The two of them looked at each other for a long time. As the master, Regen took the lead to break the silence and stretched out his hand with a smile.
"He is indeed the famous dragon-slaying knight, and he truly deserves his reputation!"
Saurfang did not hide his feelings, and nodded in praise at the beginning, "I once met Lord Uther on the battlefield, and was also fortunate enough to fight against General Turalyon. I thought that after the dissolution of the Silver Hand, Azer
The holy light of Lars has dimmed, and I have regretted it for many years, but I didn’t expect that today I would encounter a truly worthy opponent..."
"You are exaggerating, Your Excellency," Regan smiled slightly, not knowing whether he took the compliment to heart. "The Saurfang family has always been the mainstay of the tribe. Even His Majesty Magni, the King of Ironforge, respects you."
I am full of admiration and call you the strongest warrior in the mainland. What does a name as humble as mine mean to you?"
Saurfang laughed: "A humble name? I don't think so..."
The old orc patted the nephew next to him on the shoulder, and saw that Roxas had a rare look at his nose, nose, and heart, with an honest look, "This kid has been fearless since he was a child. Except for his father and Thrall.
Apart from the chief, there is no one I admire, but you are the one who makes this arrogant and arrogant guy submissive. I have been working with you for free for almost half a year without a single complaint. If it were me.
Uncle, he has already started to curse!"
"Uncle, you were kidding." Roxas looked extremely serious and bowed to Regen in a polite manner, ignoring the two people's dumbfounded expressions and said, "General Christine and I just talked about it.
It’s just a close acquaintance. I had to take care of him for half a year before I could return from traveling to the Eastern Continent. There was absolutely no shameful deeds.”
"Hmm!"
Shameful things? What kind of shameful things can I do with a guy like you like a gorilla? The hairs all over Regen’s body stood on end. He covered his mouth and coughed dryly, interrupting the bastard’s words, “Your Excellency Overlord, I don’t know whether you are an uncle or a nephew.
Why do you come all the way here? Is there any place I can help you?"
Saurfang thought for a moment and did not point out Regen's pretense: "It's not a big deal... You must also know that Chief Thrall is mobilizing tribal forces for the Northern Expedition recently, and by chance, he promised to provide us with
The goblins of weapons and armaments suddenly regretted it. Not only did they raise the price, but they also asked us to pay the balance in one lump sum. But the current finances everywhere are tight, and we simply can't afford this much cash to pay the other party..."
The old orc said and glanced at Regan thoughtfully, "Originally I wanted to use up all my personnel and go to Under Armor to mediate negotiations with the Trade Prince, but this guy Locke mentioned that Morning Mist Town happened to be dealing in weapons and armaments recently. Anyway,
We are all on the same road, so I came here to make trouble. I hope your Excellency, General, will forgive me..."
"But, uncle..." Roxas glared and didn't understand a word. He couldn't remember when he told the old man about this. Besides, when he left, Chenwu Town had just set up a shelf, and he didn't take this with him when he left.
Planted
However, he didn't say the rest of the words, and Saurfang glared back at him. He could only lower his head and continue to play with his nails...
"Well...as your Excellency said, Chenmist Town has indeed been operating a military industry recently." Regan did not deny the other party's words, but narrowed his eyes with interest: he knew that the original intention of Saurfang and his party was to capture the enemy.
Langsuo returned to Undermine so that he could make a deal with the Trade Prince in exchange for selling goblin weapons. Unexpectedly, this old guy actually heard the song and knew its elegant meaning, and immediately asked him about the situation in Morning Mist Town... He was not afraid of being
Was this alliance army tricked?
Seeing Saurfang looking at him calmly and taking a sip of the fine black tea produced in the south, Ragen couldn't help but treat this old guy even more differently.
"The military industry in Chenwu Town has just been established, and both capital and technology are at the initial stage... For major events such as the tribe's Northern Expedition, I'm very worried that the craftsmen will not be able to handle it, which will delay Chief Sal's grand plan."
As long as the enemy can't move, I won't move. As a buyer, Saurfang has a lot of time to do. Naturally, Ragen has nothing to be nervous about, and explained with a smile.
Saurfang nodded slightly when he heard the words, put down the tea cup and said: "What the general said is indeed reasonable, but at the moment when the tribe is using troops, it is really difficult to squeeze out half a copper... I wonder if you can extend it for a while, and finally
Orgrimmar will hand over the money in three months’ time!”
After hearing this, there was no change in the expression on Regan's face, but he scolded the old guy in his heart: You Saurfang, you really fooled me into thinking that you are those goblins? If you really want to agree to your IOU, don't tell me.
Don't think about coming back in three months, or even three years! What, you said you're going to collect debts? Will Stormwind City go to war with Orgrimmar for this little money? Unless Varian's head is caught in the door!
"Of course, if you think this method is still inappropriate, we can negotiate to pay in another currency..." Seeing Regan's delay in answering, Saurfang took the initiative to suggest, "Since Morning Mist Town is based on
To build a city for trade, there must be an urgent need for resources such as wood. I see that most of the trees in Dustwallow Swamp are damp and soft, and are not suitable for use in construction or other aspects. And Orgrimmar happened to have a batch of trees shipped from Ashenvale recently.
Timber, if you agree, I can make the decision to pay you for these timber instead of gold coins."
Regan was a little excited at first, but when he heard that the wood came from Ashenvale, he frowned slightly. Although he had no prejudice against orcs, those Warsong tribes who still couldn't change their old habits were an exception.
I learned from Xivier and Shana that these warlike orcs often take the initiative to attack Astrana and never hesitate to use any means for the lush forest resources of Ashenvale. So far, the Sentinel troops and the Warsong tribe are in the Warsong Canyon near Ashenvale.
There were often fierce conflicts, and many elves were brutally killed or captured alive by these orcs. Maybe the batch of wood the old orcs mentioned still had some undried blood from the elves.
"I'm sorry, Lord Saurfang, Chenmist Town still has a surplus of wood, so I'm not in a hurry to buy it immediately..." Regen thought thoughtfully and said, "However, if you can agree to one of my additional conditions, this batch of
I am willing to sell the arms to Orgrimmar for the money owed!"
Saurfang's eyes condensed, revealing a dangerous light. No one has ever dared to threaten him face to face, let alone agree to any conditions for raising the price: "Oh... In that case, you might as well tell me,
What are the conditions..."
Regan didn't seem to notice the other party's gaze, and smiled and raised a finger: "It's very simple. All future orders for weapons and armaments from Orgrimmar can only be sold to Morning Mist Town!"
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