Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 781 112. You humble flesh and blood! Kneel to the invincible steel

In front of the incinerator of the always busy Abyss waste yard, Wendy Cogsworth, the mistress of garbage, was discussing the "academic knowledge" of "the way of garbage" with old Garni standing in the smog .

Although he was also pulled over by Laike to block the knife this time, the old Gani was surprisingly not disgusted, nor did he jump up and down to insult him.

On the contrary, when it saw the distribution of the abyss garbage dump in front of it, it knew that it had encountered a "master".

As Bu Laike commented.

The garbage dump in front of me looks chaotic, but it actually contains heaven and earth.

The owner of this garbage dump used unique criteria to divide all the garbage into different systems without destroying the chaotic appearance of the garbage dump itself.

This is definitely not a field that ordinary scavengers can reach casually.

Old Garni could tell at a glance that the owner of the garbage dump in front of him was definitely someone who understood the "Way of Garbage", and he was also the most needed talent under his command.

Therefore, the moment the God of Garbage Heap was summoned, he showed his true skills with vigor.

In a sarcastic and arrogant tone, it said to the garbage mistress who was staring at him:

"I'd love to compliment you on how well you've kept your rubbish heap, but I don't know enough to say that. The rubbish heap is good, but only good.

It is far from 'perfect'.

I must tell you that although you have created a set of garbage sorting methods on your own, it is too rough and is just a prototype. You must be polished with wisdom before you can sum up a higher-end "way of garbage".

You just divide the garbage into recyclable and non-recyclable?

Haha, what a pathetic wisdom of mortals. "

"What nonsense are you gaudy flesh and blood talking about?"

Faced with old Garni's doubts, the mistress of the garbage suddenly blew up. She waved the big wrench in her hand and shouted:

"My classification method is perfect!"

"Oh, is it so?"

Old Garni chuckled, and with his nimble paws, he picked up several metal stumps from the rubbish beside him, put them in front of Wendy, and said:

"Using your classification method, you can only divide them into two kinds of garbage. But I can divide them into four kinds! This is still the most basic classification.

Taking it a step further, they can be divided into four major categories and twelve sub-items.

Not even this incinerator of yours is up to the test of a truly savvy way of trash, you only know how to use the power of fire to advance your path.

But I tell you, in the path of power in the way of garbage, you must also make good use of the power of the earth, the storm and the water.

If you'd like to listen and learn my way of trashing, I'd be more than happy to take the time to explain it to you. But if you listen to the precious knowledge of the God of Trash, you must become my 'Great Trash Scavenger'.

You have to accept the mission I have given you, go to every garbage dump around the world, and teach these precious knowledge of garbage ways to everyone who needs to use them. "

"Hehe, I don't believe it! You're just bragging."

The Trash Matron of Mechagon is obviously a very confident mechanical gnome. She put her wrench in her waist, raised her head again, folded her arms, and stared at old Garni in front of her with her electronic eyes.

she says:

"Speak, tell me your so-called perfect garbage sorting knowledge, I'm listening. If you can convince me with your theory, I'd like to join your bloody church.

But if you can't convince me."

She whistled, and the one lying next to the garbage pile had the biggest head, and its whole body was covered with rust. Seeing the mighty and fierce mechanical mad dog, it roared and rushed to the owner's side, and uttered a mechanical roar at Old Garni.

"If you can't convince me, I'll throw you to my beloved and loyal mad dog K.U-J.0. for dinner!"

The garbage mistress Wendy snorted, patted her beloved mechanical hound, and said coldly:

"After it was created by me, it hasn't tasted the taste of flesh and blood yet."

"Hey, this is the supreme duel of the 'Way of Garbage', and I, an ignorant pirate, won't join in the fun."

Seeing that Old Ghani and the Mistress of Trash were about to fight, Bu Laike, who was squatting beside and listening with gusto, also stood up. He patted the dust on his body, and said to Old Ghani:

"My good friend, you have your first vicious challenger to your supreme position on the Path of Garbage, and I don't think you will lose, this is your domain after all.

But I have other things to do, so I can't be here to witness the glorious moment of your victory.

However, if you are unfortunate enough to lose in this decisive battle with the "God of Trash Heap", then my fleet will be more than happy to accept you. I mean, go ahead and fight.

Let that arrogant gnome take a good look at your supreme understanding of garbage, and don't worry if you lose your seat as the god of garbage, I will protect you.

The Pirate Junkyard on the Isle of Tol Barad will always be your warm home. "

"Pooh"

Old Ghani spat viciously, and he slapped Bo Laike with his slender tail, saying:

"You guys can't say anything good. It's disgusting. Get out. How could I lose? I'm the god of trash in Azeroth

Just ordinary people.

I will harvest a most qualified big scavenger today, 10,000 times more qualified than you. "

Boo Laike shrugged and was driven away by old Garney.

The eyeballs on his shoulders scanned the surroundings, and all the attention of the garbage mistress Wendy was attracted by Old Garni, and the mechanical mad dogs commanded by her also entered a bored dormancy mode.

The pirate swaggered away from the dump and was not stopped by anyone.

Leveraging the "power" of old Gani, he walked to the console of the scrap yard in such a grand manner, cut off the last energy node in a hurry, and completely shut down the city defense system.

Whistling again, followed the garbage entrance and slipped into the Mechanical Throne Hall in the deepest part of Mechagon City. A group of watchmen, as well as ship doctors and soldiers, are already waiting for him here.

Here is a high ground.

Following the terrain here, you can see a mechanical tower located in the center of the hollowed out underground that is independent of the entire Mechagon underground complex.

It stood erect in the underground rock formation, and was made and supported by metal and machinery. Its grand and mighty shape obviously imitated the shape of those Titan buildings, but it was reduced several times by the same amount.

But against the backdrop of the surrounding giant machinery and energy conduits, there is still a feeling of shock.

And even though 80% of the electricity in Mechagon City has been shut down by Laike and his party, the tower is still brightly lit.

Obviously, it also has an independent energy system.

"We've reached this point, and the Mechagon king hasn't shown up yet."

Behind Bo Laike, the black-robed ship doctor Natalie said worriedly:

"This proves that he's either completely insane and doesn't care about the survival of his city.

Either it proves that he is very confident in his own strength, even if the city is about to be retaken by the rebels, he is confident enough to complete the comeback on his own. "

Hearing this, the smelly pirate shrugged and said:

"No need to guess, it's obviously the latter, and I think he does have the ability to counterattack. But it doesn't matter, everyone is prepared."

The magic eyeball on his shoulder rotated and looked at other directions of the city. After the strong electromagnetic interference of the city defense system was terminated, several portals had been opened in various parts of the city.

Under the command of Prince Erazmin, the Rustbolt Rebels on the surface rushed into the city through the portal and began to take over important facilities. The Prince himself and Overspark, as well as Kelsey Steelspark, roared to the crowd in the Rustbolt Resistor.

"It's unbelievable that you really did it."

Prince Erazmin exclaimed:

"This Jedi counterattack raid has a success rate of less than 40% by my calculations, but with your help, we have really taken back our city.

All mechagnomes will remember this day.

As long as our civilization exists, we will always remember this kindness. "

"Hey, it's too early for you to be happy?"

Bu Laike pointed to the mechanical tower in front, he patted the prince on the shoulder, and said:

"The most troublesome guy is there. Your father looks very confident. I really don't think he is easy to deal with. Maybe you can start with a wave of emotional offensive.

Isn't that what the story says?

At the last moment of the confrontation between good and evil, the big villain changed his mind because of the persuasion of his relatives. "

"impossible."

Prince Erazmin lowered his head, said sadly and lowly:

"Father has already completed the transformation of the mechanical return to the source, and he has stripped his own humanity to strengthen his future arrangements for this world.

His heart is like a stone in the true sense, he no longer has that beating heart.

He claims that all the so-called personalities and emotions are the conspiracy of the ancient gods. He wants to purify the world, and he starts by purifying himself. "

"Okay, I'm just joking, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere here."

Bu Laike gave a chuckle. He moved his fingers and said to the others:

"In a moment, I will come to attract the attention of King Mechagon.

You go and deal with the mechanical homing bomb that may have been completed. I will buy you enough time to stop its countdown before it is detonated!

Or disassemble it.

If you can't do it, then we're really doomed today.

Still the same sentence, lucky me, there is a high probability that I can survive as a steel vrykul, but others may not.

Especially you, elves. "

The pirate said to a group of watchmen:

"Humans, dwarves, and gnomes can all accept the purification of returning to the source and have a certain chance of surviving, but you are the only one who will die when facing it.

Your origins are not the same as ours.

That Homing Bomb is definitely an out-and-out destruction thing for you. "

"It's an 'inspiring' pre-war mobilization."

Fenner complained in a low voice:

"If your statement is true, then you will not survive. I discovered your little secret when I was in the hot spring before, Bo Laike, and you are not a pure-blooded human anymore.

You have sharp ears like mine, don't know how you did it, but you're a half-elf now, don't forget that. "

Fenner's "reminder" made Bu Laike's expression darken. He turned around and said to Fenner in a strange tone:

"You peeked at me taking a hot spring? What are you doing? You really are you, let me tell you what to say about you!"

"Who peeked!"

Fenner covered her cheeks, and retorted plausibly:

"I just saw it by accident. I definitely didn't peek! Don't talk nonsense, you bastard!"

"Well, so, should we act now? Or wait for the two of you to finish the fight?"

Nasa quietly said:

"It's okay, I'm not urging you. You keep arguing, we have enough time. Isn't it the disaster of the destruction of the world? In the face of such bloody quarrels, you can wait a little longer."

"Humph"

The pirate snorted proudly, and quickly jumped onto the cockpit of the Rustbolt Resistor, and the others climbed up too, the Watchers don't need this.

They took off from this underground cliff, and using the gliding of the watchman's cloak and the watchman's flashing skills, they landed precisely on the edge of the mechanical tower.

Prince Erazmin levitated the Rustbolt Resistors on the lifting platform, took a deep breath, drew a cutting sword from his back, and followed everyone into the Mechanical Throne Hall where his father was.

King Mechagon had clearly noticed the intruders long ago, and his throne room hadn't even shut the door.

When everyone walked into this hall, what they saw head-on was that King Mechagon was sitting on an air suppression unit, suspended at a high place, using very precise wrenches and steam hammers to screw the final shell of a giant mechanical device. a screw.

"Wait a moment, my dear boy."

When everyone stepped into the mechanical hall, King Mechagon, who was exactly the same as the phantom he saw in the metal trash dump in Tiragarde Strait, was not furious.

On the contrary, while inspecting the machine he made by himself, he said softly in a weird electronic voice:

"After your poor old father does the last test for the 'return to origin bomb', we can start to modify your return to origin. This project has been delayed for too long.

I hope you will stand with me as I witness the first test of the Homing Bomb.

I have set up a very good test point for it, in the city called Boralus, the capital of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras not far from us.

There are millions of contaminated flesh and blood, which is a very suitable test explosion site. "

Everyone was silent.

In such silence, King Mechagon took his time, as if he was telling his friends about his plan, and told the truth of his plan:

"The return bomb that exploded over Boralus was only the beginning, my child, and that bright and just light will herald a new age.

After the successful test explosion, we will use our horsepower to make more bombs and purify all the cities in the Eastern Continent, Northrend and Kalimdor.

The pollution left by the ancient gods will be cleaned by us, and the whole world will return to the purest era in the return to the source plan, and those purified compatriots will form guardians with us.

We will go to the lairs of those evil gods and kill them all!

Then, having fulfilled our great mission, we can return to Mechagon or our ancient homeland of Gnomeregan, where we can live endless lives.

We will end this era of pollution with our own hands, and usher in an era of perfection with our own hands.

We will save this filthy world that has become so poisoned.

This is our great mission!

I'm really honored to be able to do it myself. "

(end of this chapter)