Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick’s demographic theory made everyone present feel an uproar. As a representative of magical civilization, the world of Azeroth is typically vast and sparsely populated. Even the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind, there are large movies around Stormwind City. Large forests, which are almost completely unimaginable in any growing interstellar civilization.

Dick stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and the fragile discussion quickly subsided. The Paladin took a deep breath and said,

"Princes, we are far from our homeland. We have come to this unimaginable world where we are together with Azeroth. Except for revenge, I think everyone is for the destiny of themselves and their country. I believe you have this consciousness. We will not disappoint the rulers’ expectations of you, but, as the first people in Azeroth to step into the stars, we should be wiser than others."

"I have repeatedly talked to my friend, Prince Haramad, the leader of the Astral Consortium, about Azeroth’s civilization. In Prince Haramad’s eyes, Azeroth is a very peculiar one. On the one hand, our social productivity is far from detached from the era in which we live, but on the other hand, due to the gifts of the celestial spirits and the world, our combat effectiveness far exceeds our civilization... This is a deformity. The development model of China, the number of population represents the potential of world civilization, why can the Burning Legion destroy countless galaxies? Is it just because their individuals are strong enough?"

Dick waved his hand.

"No, they have our incomparable number advantage! I don't know how many demons there are in the entire Burning Legion, but I can be sure that it will be a number that makes us all feel desperate! Everyone, you are the best! The war commander, when the war is going on, can we just compare the personal qualities of the soldiers? The number of troops! The bearing capacity of the country is the most important basis for deciding a war."

The Paladin stood up and looked around for a week, seeing everyone's eyes rest on him, he nodded slightly.

"The victory of Argus is the victory of the raid. It is a victory for Azeroth to bet on the future, but we cannot rely on this gamble every time! When we have a population of 1 billion, we can easily form a team. With a 500-man expeditionary army and tens of thousands of starships, we can push Argus without a surprise attack! When we have a population of 2 billion, our standing army will reach 1,000! Just ask, Kil'jaeden will still Have the confidence to claim that he only needs one Argus to destroy Azeroth?"

"This is our victory! But it is not a victory for our world!"

Dick put his fist on the table and made the table tremble slightly.

"After the Battle of Argus, we and the Burning Legion have entered a real, endless battle. Even if we cleared the base camp of Argus, Sargeras still has more demon armies that can be dispatched, and they still occupy absolute positions. Advantage! What about next time?"

"This time we sacrificed three guardians and 40 starships. Next time, what should we use to resist them? Tell me, General Barnes, what should we use to resist the burning blade of the devil?"

The captain of the elf who was named on his feet stood up as if reflexively, but he couldn't answer this question either. Dick's gaze fell on Taylor again.

"Then General Taylor, shall we regard the Shakan Elves as the most popular maids, or should we train up to 20 of them to be able to fight against the enemy and become our loyal soldiers?"

Taylor stood up abruptly, but lowered his head in shame. Dick’s question was directed at the core of the grand strategy. This is almost something that a general like him would never think about. Even the king might not even realize it. The meaning of things.

"Xiakan civilization has regained its vitality in the past few years. Before we came, the highest consul of Xiakan already had a population exceeding 240. It is optimistically estimated that in 20 years, the population of Xiakan will exceed 1,500. They can send up to 50 soldiers to support us when we need it, but is that enough?"

Dick’s fingers tapped on the table, and every sound pierced people’s hearts. The generals present were silent and unable to answer. Dick was not satisfied with the effect. He looked at Turalyon who was fidgeting.

"Then General Turalyon, you have fought against demons in various worlds for 1,000 years. Please tell me, how many demons can you fight against 50 mortals armed with this battle?"

Turalyon stood up, pondered for a moment, and reported a number that made everyone indifferent again.

"The maximum will not exceed 150. This means that in the case of defensive warfare, if it is an offensive warfare, then this number should be discounted at least! But if they can get the armored support of starship formations and similar **** paratroopers, then they can Defeat demons four times as many."

"Have you heard? Generals!"

The voice became deeper, "Have you heard? The servant civilization that we are trying to support, even if armed to the teeth, can only fight against a few demons, even less than one-fifth of all the demons in Argus! And here it is! In such a terrible situation, you are still talking about fairy maids! And that kind of weird self-esteem that is completely incomprehensible! This is the wisest group of people in Azeroth?"

"Then I have to say, it's really disappointing!!!"

"Whhhhhhhhhhh"

All the participants in the room stood up. If there were people who were dissatisfied with the topic Dick talked about before, after Dick fully pointed out the seriousness of the problem, they also knew the true meaning of this problem and could become the captain. It's not a bunch of idiots.

Seeing the dignity on everyone's faces, Dick nodded in satisfaction. The situation is not as serious as he said, but this is the art of conversation, isn't it? Don't scare those guys who are going to be dazzled by victory. The next time they fight against demons or other civilizations, they will definitely suffer a big loss.

"After this war is over, I hope you will go back to your respective countries and bring my original words to your rulers. In the interstellar age, whether a civilization can reach the top, the most important point is whether it has enough to assimilate other low-levels. The ability of civilization, I don’t need Xiakan to become a servant civilization of Azeroth, I need it to become a member of the Azeroth Star Federation, I don’t need New Ereda to be a weak civilization of Azeroth, I need When the war breaks out, the Eredans can take up weapons and join our army to fight to defend Azeroth!"

"There are other civilizations that we will inevitably encounter and come into contact with! I don't want to see our citizens treat a group of very strategically important races as maids and playthings! We are not strong enough to Other civilizations are regarded as playthings! At least until this star field is completely turned into the territory of Azeroth, I don't think we have this qualification!"

"I want to see my world flourish, and I want to see it have enough strength and heritage in the future to face all the threats, instead of relying on a group of lone heroes to go deep behind the enemy and relying on luck and sacrifice to get it. The victory of the war!"

"I want to see that our civilization will not be trapped in that small world, but will spread the fire of our own unique and great civilization throughout the starry sky. I want to see that even if Azeroth is in a certain time After being destroyed in the war, our civilization can continue to exist, and we can also have the ability to put attackers to death!"

"I hope to see that in tens of thousands of years, the banner representing the civilization of Azeroth, the banner of Stormwind, the banner of Orgrimmar, and the phoenix banner of Quel'Thalas, can fly in every sight I can see. On a planet, I hope that when these flags appear on the battlefield of any civilization, it will scare opponents and make them afraid to show the slightest malice!"

"What I want to see is a civilization that can survive forever, not a group of cowards who survive the predicament of war!"

"I hope to have all the bloodlines that intersect in my life, Wrynn, Hellscream, Bloodhoof, Sunstrider, Windrunner, Windspeaker, Saurfang, Stormrage, I hope these bloodlines are in the millions. After years of precipitation, it will become the eternal legend of this star field. It will be widely praised by any civilization because of the people who carry the blood, not the blood itself. I hope everyone here can become a true legendary person!"

"The only question is, can you do it?"

"Now you are enough to carry all this?"

Dick took a deep breath. He paused for a few seconds to give the generals enough time to accept what he said and the information behind him. Finally, he said in a deep voice,

"Since I became the manager of the world of Azeroth, I have never interfered in any race or any country’s affairs. I think that by allowing everyone to develop freely, can the vitality of the world of Azeroth be guaranteed for a long time. Ulduar Order No. 0001 will be issued. 28 years from the Dark Portal, Azeroth will not allow any major wars within 100 years. I will also grant the various races of the Shakan civilization and the new Eredar and With the power of equal docking of Azeroth civilization, Xiakan will become the first experimental product of my interstellar era strategy!"

"I know, someone will say that I am whimsical, that I am a dictator, a tyrant!"

Dick's gaze swept over everyone. At this moment, he finally had a trace of the world manager, the unique majesty of the world's highest, the real life and death, his voice was almost in everyone's mind Sounded,

"If you think what I did is wrong, then before you object to me, you better prove that what you did is correct!"

"Krokuhn Star Wars, I lost the three best fighters, I am very angry, so if any force feels that Ulduar is weak to be deceived, then I welcome it to stand up, and I will teach it personally, what is it? Real power! Okay, the meeting ends here. Let's prepare. In 3 days, attack Antorus!"

Dick's gaze was placed at the center of the dark green Argus map at the front of the conference table, which was the core of the Antoran Wasteland and their next goal.

"Conquer them, destroy them, and then let us go home with glory!"

"The meeting is over!"

Dick turned and left, but the generals and rulers who were still immersed in the rhetoric raised by the world’s managers had no one to move. The boldest and most violent Dark Iron King yelled,

"I'll let Thaurissan's banner fly, watch it, Dick, I swear I will do it all! Swear by my last name! I will do it all!"

"And me! Wrynn's eldest son, I will make the lion banner full of glory, and I will make it last forever!"

"This will be the eternal mission of the Hellscream family! I will be proud of my blood!"

"Kaldorei will recognize them, and we will become the Moon God Empire between the stars!"

"The light of the phoenix will illuminate the darkness, starting from this moment!"

Dick did not turn his head, his face showed a satisfied smile, and Velen, who was walking with him with the staff, also laughed in a low voice.

"A shocking speech, Dick, you will be the most shining star in Azeroth's history. I am honored to be able to witness everything with my own eyes."

"No, Velen...becoming a star, where can it be more dazzling to be the sun?"

"Our journey has just begun. Look at this stunning starry sky. It will be our last frontier and a new glorious starting point. Yes, the future belongs to us... It must Belongs to us!"

"Hehe, I believe it, and I look forward to it."