Countess Prestor, the beautiful woman who rules the Kingdom of Stormwind, is getting thinner and thinner. She is becoming more and more like a real countess, and the memories of being a black dragon are as long in her mind as they were in her previous life.

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What's even more terrifying is that the countess has not really transformed into the form of a dragon for several years. She seems to have truly become a human being. The black dragon clan has been declining day by day, so in her heart, she does not resist this change.

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At this time, in the town of Thousand Needles, the countess, who always looked cold, was discussing the future development direction of immigration with Duke Aberlock.

The territory given to the human empire by the night elves is huge, but very barbaric. There is not much land suitable for human habitation, but it is certainly enough to house millions of civilians.

Faced with what the countess said, the mature and prudent Duke looked at the map. After a moment, he nodded:

"As you said, Ms. Presto, the only thing suitable for the Kingdom of Stormwind is the barren Shining Plains, and I heard that there are extremely rich mineral resources hidden there?"

"Yes, almost all the ores on the road can be found in this plain, and more importantly, compared to the centaurs in Thousand Needles, the only ones that exist in the Shining Plain are a group of beasts and the goblins who mine.

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A hint of coldness flashed across the countess's face:

"The era of those goblins stealing the kingdom's mineral veins is over. From now on, every piece of ore on that land will belong to us!"

"Perhaps, we can also send an expedition team to search further south."

A gentle voice joined the discussion, and the countess and the duke didn't need to look back to know who was coming.

After finishing his sermon, the archbishop came back after a long journey and said with a smile to his two companions:

"I heard those druids describe the scene in the south. It is said that at the end of the Tanaris Desert, there is a fertile land given by God. Yes, I know this is a bit idealistic, but I still feel that at this moment,

We need to paint a better future for our people."

As he spoke, the archbishop drew a religious symbol on his chest, perfectly interpreting his identity. Faced with the archbishop's proposal, the countess and the duke looked at each other, and finally, they nodded.

"Okay, then let's separate an expedition team and search south. I hope the stories of those druids are not just mythical legends."

The archbishop nodded with satisfaction and said softly:
Chapter completed!