The shattered world of Draenor was slowly returning to prosperity.
Uh, I was not mistaken. Although this world's core had already died, those who remained here, along with those forced to stay, had begun building a new world atop these ruins.
Frankly, though Draenor was barren, its territory was half the size of Azeroth, larger than the entire continent of Xakan. It also had places like the Nagrand Grasslands that were extremely suitable for habitation. With a willingness to develop it, this place could become a prosperous world too.
Moreover, the large Eco-Dome technology acquired through trade with the Ethereals had already been distributed among the various factions. Eco-Domes of all sizes had been established across Draenor, though the authority of this world's various kingdoms was negligible. In essence, it was more like a federation of warbands large and small.
Yes, the Illidari and the Guardians occupied the top, while below them lay a dark jungle of survival of the fittest. Thus, ever since the invasion ended a year ago, many restless individuals had voluntarily entered Draenor to engage in smuggling, plundering, and small-scale wars.
This was a chaotic world, but to certain people, it was practically paradise. Some who had received special permission had even extended their trading reach to distant Xakan. The green-skinned Goblins, for instance: trading posts belonging to the Steamwheedle Cartel and Booty Bay had already been established on Xakan's continent.
Money moved people's hearts. Merchants were always the most perceptive bunch. They were more willing than rulers to accept new knowledge and new eras, and they would embrace anything for money.
This world, designated as Azeroth's frontline battlefield, grew ever more prosperous in a warped sort of boom. Housing in Shattrath City could no longer meet demand, and the noisy cries in its markets every