Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 785 116. Fuslag's Career Crisis

The Mech City beneath the surface of Mechagon Island was full of joy.

Although the city has not been cleaned up, there are still uncontrolled robots operating in some hidden areas, and the whole city is still in a state of severe energy shortage, the surviving mechanical gnomes who have experienced riots, expulsions, wars and destruction They can't wait to start a carnival that belongs to them in the city that they have finally lost and regained.

The population of these little people in their heyday was only close to 100,000, and it was really a pocket civilization that couldn't be smaller.

The oppression and ensuing chaos unleashed by King Mechagon killed almost half of the Mechagnomes, leaving their kingdom in jeopardy.

It has even reached the brink of genocide.

It is no exaggeration to say that Bu Laike's timely assistance saved these little guys, so it is not difficult to understand that he is regarded as the savior of the mechanical gnomes.

However, after all, a pirate is a person who is "indifferent to fame and fortune". Compared with false fame, he cares more about actual interests, so he declined this exaggerated name and passed it on to a guy who likes false fame very much.

"Ha, that's right, I am the 'Savior of Mechagon' and the 'Nemesis of the Mechanical Overlord'! I can get two more beautiful medals."

In Mechagon City's largest mechanical bar, the jovial Lord Starlet wears a red Santa's hat and guzzles oddly flavored Rustbolt Eggnog.

Surrounded and cheered by a group of small mechanical gnomes, His Royal Highness Xing Xing successfully got himself drunk.

He also kept promoting his great career in the past.

She drank so much that she even took out her notebook on the spot and told the stories of Dalaran she had "polished" to the mechanical gnomes who admired her.

Touting himself fiercely, the exaggerated narrative, emotional description, and ups and downs of the storyline, the mechanical gnomes who listened were stunned.

The dragon guard Sai Anni who guards the little star is much more low-key.

She sat on the side, sipping the weird wine, and stared at her perfect Highness who was drunk and bragging loudly with a kind of "doting" eyes.

She felt that the days spent with Xiao Xingxing were really interesting.

It was much more interesting than the not-too-long Longsheng she spent in the Demon Shuttle.

"Oh, you asked me how I dismantled King Mechagon's troublesome bomb fuze? Hehe, of course I did it with my ingenuity and natural sensitivity to machinery."

On the other side of Sienni, another dwarf hero who stopped the explosion, Overspark, was also surrounded by a group of mechanical dwarves girls. This extremely clever guy described it with an unclear professional name while drinking wine. own thoughts and actions at the time.

The mechanical gnome girls who heard it let out exclamations, which made Overspark even more proud.

The celebration of these little gnomes was very happy, but also very noisy. Those strange gramophones were constantly playing various styles of music, and the colorful lights shining above their heads were constantly playing, which filled the whole bar with a cheerful atmosphere.

The guests who were invited were indulging in joy.

Even the little Jaina, who has always maintained the dignity of the caster, was invited by the enthusiastic gnomes to dance a warm and cheerful tap dance on the dance floor.

For the first time to participate in this kind of big action and come back victorious, the little boy Tenred abided by the rule of not drinking, but he was also honored because he participated in such a powerful action before.

The first time of anything is memorable, let alone something so great that literally saved all the lives in Boralus City.

This expedition to Mechagon is destined to be remembered by Tenred for a lifetime.

"Come on, let's dance together, my little princess."

Fenna Jinjian, who was half drunk, walked over staggeringly, and roughly pulled up her somewhat cautious little brother. She violently knocked on Tandred's head, and said drunkenly:

"Don't be like your father, always keep a straight face, you also participated in the battle, although you are only doing logistical work in the rear, you are also entitled to enjoy this victory.

You have to learn to enjoy the soldiers.

Look!

The little dwarf Kelsey over there can't find a dance partner, go dance with her, don't touch, and be careful of that grumpy little dwarf hitting you. Hahaha, Huh? Where did Bo Laike go? "

Fenner shook her head, standing out from a group of small dwarves, she looked around and asked:

"Why don't you see that guy? He always brags about his flexibility, and I want to dance with him, so that he can see the elf's flexibility."

"Looks like Boo Laike's gone to the docks in Rustbolt."

Tandred whispered:

"Just before the celebration started, I saw him go there with Prince Erazmin and Trixie, as if he was going to pick up some people.

He also said that he wanted to talk about some important things and that he could not be disturbed. "

"Hey, that bastard is plotting again. That guy will feel sick all day if he doesn't plot plots."

Fenner complained, then touched Tenrad's head again, and said:

"You can't learn from him. That guy has gone too deep into the darkness. He is hopeless, but you can still be saved. Oh, little Xingxing, don't brag, come and dance."

With a very masculine manner, the female warrior sent out a dance invitation to the similarly drunk little star.

Princess Dragon readily responded.

She held up the corner of her skirt and walked briskly over, and she and Fenna held each other's waists, and the two of them spun back and forth on the dance floor in the elegant melody played by the dwarf phonograph.

Fenna was born in an elf noble family, and Little Xingxing was raised by the blue dragons as the next generation of dragon kings, so there was absolutely nothing wrong with her manners.

The dance of the two made the noisy mechanical gnomes shut up.

Everyone was quietly admiring the eye-catching scene in front of them. Little Jaina chuckled. She was holding the juice, squatted down and put her hands on the ground.

As the cold air overflowed, a layer of smooth ice was covered by the little mage on the dance floor, making the dance of Little Star and Fenner seamlessly transformed into an artistic pair skating.

The two danced more freely and gracefully, just like the elves on the ice. The mechanical gnomes around watched cheered in unison, and even took the initiative to follow the music and the dancing of the two to beat them.

This scene was quietly recorded by Kelsey Steelshine with a mechanical camera. She felt that the hilarity of this night would definitely become one of the best memories in her life.

As for the shameful Lord Overspark.

He had already sneaked out of the bar with two "hot" mechanical dwarf chicks just now, looking for a quieter place, and had a good talk about the in-depth topic of "how dwarves reproduce after mechanical transformation".

This is a celebration, as it should be.

In the corner of the bar, a group of watchmen also sat quietly in the dark, admiring the celebration in front of them. Even when these elf female wolves were celebrating, they carried an aura of penance.

Like those behind-the-scenes heroes who defend the world, they relax a little in their spare time, only a little indulgent, but still vigilant.

"Ms. Nasa's dancing posture is much better than that flamboyant blue dragon."

A Warden recruit whispered something that immediately won the approval of the other recruits.

But they all knew that it was impossible for Ms. Nasa to take off her armor and dance in front of so many people. Under the spotlight, it has never been the stage for the watchmen.

But Nasa, who was praised by the apprentices, was expressionless, but a helpless smile was hidden under the helmet.

"Ms. Maiev's dance is a hundred times better than the two of them, but unfortunately, how many people have seen Ms. Maiev, the priestess of the moon, dancing under the moonlight?

That is the most beautiful scenery in this world. "

Nasa said something in her heart.

Back then, she was just a child who lost everything in the war. If it wasn't for Ms. Maiev's protection and help, she wouldn't be able to live to this day.

Just like the mother-daughter relationship between Ms. Tyrande and General Shandris, the relationship between Nasa and Maiev is not that close, but it is definitely beyond the mere relationship between superiors and subordinates.

Maybe it's more appropriate to call sisters?

"I'm going on patrol. I'll give you a holiday tonight. Relax. You won't have a chance to have fun if you leave here."

Nasa took a sip of the Rustbolt Eggnog in her hand, put on her battle helmet, got up and left with the Moonblade, and quickly disappeared into the shadow of Mechagon.

After getting used to hunting for a long time, even enjoyment becomes difficult.

On the other side, at the Flashweaver's Wharf not far from Rustbolt, far from Mechagon City, Bo Laike was sitting on a rock smoking a pipe, with Trixie and Prince Erazmin standing beside him.

The three of them were talking on the beach at night outside Rustbolt Town, which had become much deserted, waiting for some people to arrive.

"When will His Royal Highness be crowned?"

Bu Laike exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Although there are few people in Mechagon, you have been accustomed to the Wang Quan society for thousands of years. Without a mechanical king, your subjects will feel uneasy.

Shall I get a priest to come over and perform the ceremony for you? Ms. Natalie under my command was a 'big shot' before, and she is very familiar with this. "

"Well, now is far from the time."

The honest prince sighed, and said very worriedly:

"The cleanup of the city is far from complete, and those compatriots who have lost their personality and emotions after being transformed by their father are also waiting for treatment. We must find a way to rescue them from the knowledge left by my father.

They are all my people, and I cannot use them as pure tool people like my father.

In addition to the cleaning of the ruins of the city, the entire Mechagon Island has been destroyed and devastated in the past period of war, sewage treatment, crude oil purification, and the integration of Bando gang resources.

Even troggs who lost their leader and started fighting among themselves, these are troubles to deal with.

Each of them is more important than my coronation. "

"And the tracking of the king's data signal!"

Trixie chimed in:

"This is the most important thing. The result of letting a mechanical ghost wander around the island is too terrible. Once he decides to make a comeback, without the help of the captain, it will be difficult for us to resist alone."

"Yes, this is also a problem that needs to be solved urgently."

The prince shook his head and said:

"By my calculations, it may take us many years to return the island to what it once was, the engineering and technological paradise.

After that, we will consider integrating the civilization of the mechanical gnomes into the present era.

Ok?

There is energy impacting the nearby space, a kind of transition channel is about to open, Mr. Bu Laike, is this your subordinate? "

The prince glanced at the pocket computing device on his wrist that issued a warning, he held the coil pistol on his waist, and asked a question. Bu Laike flexed his shoulders and said:

"It may be, um, the high probability is that few people can do this kind of teleportation across continents, but fortunately, I happen to have such a teleportation master under my command."

The moment he finished speaking, a ball of arcane light suddenly lit up in front of the eyes of the three, and then the endlessly rotating magic power was gathered, and a small portal was formed in the winding rotation.

Clothed in elven robes, with the Nightborne runes carved on his face and neck, the teleporter Oculus stepped out with his staff, and he glanced at Bo Laike, bowing respectfully to the Admiral of the Fleet.

Behind the teleportation master, a group of green-skinned guys came out curiously.

"Hey! Goblin!"

Trixie exclaimed, and then said to Boo Laike with a look of disgust:

"Captain, you already have our mechanical gnomes as 'technical assistance', and the fleet no longer needs these third-rate engineers, why don't you fire them all.

I'll be sure to pick out some of the best mechanics for you on Mechagon Isle. "

"Hey, you are a mechanical gnome, not a gnome from Gnomeregan. There should be no conflict between you and the goblin, right?"

Bu Laike said in a strange tone:

"The conflict between the little ones stems from the conflict of ideas between gnome engineering and goblin engineering, but what you mechanical gnomes study is a branch of titan engineering.

Your technology is much more advanced than both, so there should be no conflict of ideas, right? "

"There is no conflict. Their 'explosive' engineering is not worthy of our mechanical dwarfs licking our shoes."

Trixie snorted, folded her modified arms, and said confidently:

"But mechanical gnomes are also gnomes. I have to be worthy of my race. I hated goblins when I was in Kul Tiras. They are too cunning and not as easy to deceive as my flesh and blood compatriots.

And they always like to cash in on their valuable engineering knowledge.

Their pursuit of money surpasses their love of knowledge. For technology seekers, this is an unforgivable blasphemy! "

"Mechagon! The gnome legends are true!"

Bu Laike's fleet chief engineering technician, the goblin Fuslag wore his own flying helmet. This cunning goblin rubbed his hands and looked at the mechanical gnome and the pollution-filled mechanical island in front of him with bright eyes.

He yelled:

"Cool, this place reminds me of the scenery of Kezan Island, even the smell of waste pollution is exactly the same. I can already feel the business opportunity! I can already hear the collision of gold coins!

Ha, I'm sure I could make a fortune here! "

"Look, Captain, as I said, these greenskins have money in their minds, and they don't have your career in mind at all."

Trixie spread her hands and said:

"So, leave it to us to develop fleet weapons, make aircraft and so on. These incompetent goblins can be fired, and they don't need to be given pensions!

Seriously, it's a waste of money to keep them.

You've got better. "

(end of this chapter)