Stratholme God

Chapter 857 Free is the most expensive
McDonnell instantly connected to the system chat group: [Brothers, don't talk nonsense, first hang (Junchen Tianya) on the street lamp. 】

[Okay! 】All the sand sculptures echoed in unison.

At the end of winter and spring, the outside is still cold and windy, and they are eating hot pot [Junchen] at a loss, screaming: "Wait, what did I do? There is always a crime, right?"

[The man who fell in love with pigs]: "I don't know, anyway, let's hang up first."

The filthy god who was still called brothers and sisters with [junchen] just took ten steps back, and they almost stuck to the corner of the room, nodding in unison: "The filthy god is responsible for this, and hereby sacrifices a leader."

"Fart! You are betraying me!" [Junchen] struggled.

The next second, he was desperate.

【No. 11 Sniper】sternly said: "[Junchen Tianya] is charged with [Junchen Tianya]!"

All the sand sculptures suddenly realized - you are right!
Uh, just like that, a certain evil god leader double-hung street lamps again.

cough!
Aside from the farce, Macdonald turned his eyes back to his eyes, then silently moved his eyes away, and continued solemnly: "It's a major transaction related to the foreign trade of the night elves."

"Oh——" The cadenced ending sound well expresses the personal disappointment of the owner of the voice, and the helpless prudence that follows.

Tyrande changed her posture, changing her legs from the left to the right. Just such a small movement of changing the posture of the legs made Macdonald scream in his heart.

your sister!The High Priest's offensive is getting more and more aggressive!
I don't know if it was her intention, or Elune's instigation behind it, or both.

Hey, isn't it just a picture of the system behind me that can guide the stars to fall.

McDonald didn't say anything, anyway, Elune was willing to throw out the voters, so there was nothing he didn't dare to.

Now he doesn't mind eating the bait, but he really minds paying the bill. He doesn't want to work for Elune.

After arguing for 2 minutes, the two of them finally discussed the so-called py deal seriously.

There were frequent wars in the past, and the backward productivity of the night elves could not meet the needs of continuous wars. They imported a large number of weapons and equipment to the Stratholme Federation, such as over a million Mithril arrows. In addition to the previous daily trade, they were already in serious trouble. trade deficit.

This problem is very serious, and it is no longer a level that can be smoothed out by mere labor dispatch.

The key point is that the system does not allow sending money to the dark elves casually. Even if McDonald's doesn't charge the dark elves for ocean transportation fees, etc., they still can't handle it.

The market in the primitive society where the night elves were backward was destined to be overwhelmed by various industrial products that could be mass-produced.

The worst part is that this demand is still one-sided.

It's a bit like the trade between rabbits and eagle sauce on the earth at this time. The world is plagued by the epidemic and the transportation and transshipment of terminals are not normal. The society urgently needs a large amount of products, and the result is a standard container for rabbits to be transported to the eagle sauce. The shipping cost is more than 3 US dollars.

In order to make money, the ship owner is not even willing to wait for three more days to come back with the agricultural products loaded with eagle sauce.

This is a disguised form of inflation on the side of the eagle sauce.

The rabbit on the earth side can ignore the eagle sauce, but McDonald on the Azeroth side can't watch the fragile market of the night elves collapse.

In countries with backward economy and technology, it is best to sell agricultural products, but the dark elves don't do much farming.

McDonald's finally found a fantastic item.

"High Priest, are you interested in selling the soil?"

"Mud?" Tyrande raised his bluish bluish brows lightly.

"Yes! It's the most common soil. Of course, the more vigorous the better. You know, a large area of ​​soil in the Eastern Kingdom has been polluted by natural disasters and plagues. It may take hundreds of years to slowly remove it. What about the rations of the people of the alliance during the period? ? The fields cannot be restored, and the food pressure is too great, and the alliance cannot withstand any major war."

"Yes, and then what?"

"For soil polluted by natural disasters and plagues, we originally used flames to purify the soil initially, and then poured it into the endless sea. However, recent research has found that even the vast endless sea cannot eliminate the impact of heavily polluted soil by natural disasters. If We continue to dump indiscriminately, and not only are fishermen's catches declining, there may even be undead fish."

This time, even Tyrande frowned so much that his eyebrows almost stood up.

Who knows if the undead plague will spread infinitely in the sea.

McDonnell continued: "Our temporary approach is to find a place to store the highly polluted plague soil, and then slowly purify it a little bit."

"Where is the heap?" Tyrande asked tentatively.

At this stage, the pollution in Arathi is definitely the most serious, and it would have been nice to put it there.After all, most of the highlands are elemental creatures and barren rocky areas.It's a pity that it is the ancestral land of human beings.Even if human countries can't handle it there, they won't increase the pollution there.

What if the undead shoot back and forth after it becomes a completely polluted area?
"My tentative thought is - Durotar."

Tyrande's eyebrows stretched: "Not bad."

As the so-called dead Taoist friends do not die poor Taoism.

Anyway, the original site of Orgrimmar has been polluted by Archimonde's Burning Legion, so don't care about it.

Tyrande understood the general idea.

McDonnell wanted to transport the waste soil from the eastern kingdom continent, and then transport the fertile soil from Ashenvale or Felwood Forest to improve the soil quality there.

"Of course, there is another reason for taking so much trouble. The soil at the junction of Azshara and Ashenvale on your side is a bit special. Our scientists named it-rare earth!"

"Ok?"

Among the rare earths, lanthanum is used in alloy materials and agricultural films; cerium is widely used in automotive glass; neodymium is widely used in aerospace materials... scandium is often used to make alloys.

The elite operators under McDonnell searched all over Azeroth, and found that the rare earth content on the dark elf side is the best.

McDonnell briefly talked about the role of rare earths, and Tyrande was very surprised.

For the night elves, the territory of Azshara was dispensable, and the alliance was allowed to build a port in Azshara purely to maintain the long-distance voyage needs with the alliance.I didn't expect such a treasure to be found in this place.

The key is that Macdonald regards it as the territory of the night elves, and very politely offered a price that Tyrande couldn't refuse-this price directly matched the international steel price.

"It's so valuable?"

"Well, I don't have the habit of deceiving my allies. This is the original rare earth. If the rare metal obtained after separation and purification, according to the type and function, the price is probably ten to dozens of times that of steel."

"I understand." As Tyrande was talking, he suddenly stretched out his arms and grabbed McDonald's collar to prevent him from escaping. A jade face slowly approached, and the smile on his face became more and more charming: "Actually ,Talk about money hurt feelings……"

McDonnell was just about to put his hands on Mount Hyjal and push it out.

Although talking about relationships often hurts money, he has plenty of money, but what Tyrande wants is money?

He controlled his excitement very well: "Well, my philosophy is—free is the most expensive. I don't want to spread the word, I use the position of the leader to bully the members of the alliance."

(End of this chapter)