Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the city of Gnomeregan, which has been emptied, a small robot with a track and a red warning light above his head, and a noisy noise quickly rushed across the road covered with gravel and blood stains. Like the fear of not being able to attract attention, its harsh sound echoed back and forth in the empty city.

The stone palate hunted by sound was quickly alarmed, and a shadow of running rushed from everywhere to the noisy warning robot, and realized that the goal had been reached, far away from the gnomes in the central control room of Gnomeregan The craftsmen immediately drove the robot to the far east of the city, where it was a large closed room that had been opened.

It was originally a warehouse where gnome used to store mechanical materials, which should be Gnomeregan’s most valuable asset, but now, when the entire gnome kingdom is under a lethal threat, the gnome show a great spirit of sacrifice, they Prepare to lay traps in that place to solve these invading stone palate monsters at once.

"7 of the 35 warning robots were destroyed, and the rest drove to the warehouse with attracted monsters."

The dwarf master craftsman Gerbin Mekkatorque sat on his mechanical chair, moved up and down in the central control room, and observed the monitor screen in front of him. This thing was full of some rough beauty. When it was running, the steel The rivets of the structure kept shining with sparks and some strange sounds, as if the thing would explode directly in the next moment.

But in fact, it works very well...at least in the eyes of the gnome, this is normal.

"Click"

The master craftsman reached out and pressed the edge of his cool engineering goggles. At the next moment, the communication of the consultant McNeil Thermaplag, who was far from the front line, was connected. During the radio transmission, two The wisest brains in the gnomes are communicating the details of this Jedi survival-like adventure plan.

"Listen to me, McNeil, those monsters may reach the area you control after 5 minutes, is the radiation bomb ready?"

"Ziz... the largest bomb is enough to destroy all the radiant water tanks in Dongcheng District at one time. The high temperature will evaporate the radiated sewage. Together with the parameters of the luminaire we just adjusted, it is enough to form a lethal radiation!"

McNeil entered Mekkatorque's ears with a touch of excitement, and he screamed with the sharp voice unique to the gnome:

"We will evacuate after loading the bomb, Mekkatorque, have the people evacuated? This stuff will flood one-third of the cities with deadly radiation!"

"Most people were placed in the steam hall and mechanical trails, and some people were sent to the ground. Those places are safe enough. After you detonate the bomb, McNeil, don’t go back to the central control room! Go directly to the steam hall, I am waiting for you there! Good luck, my friend."

The master craftsman hung up the communication. He opened the black lenses of the goggles, and shining wise eyes stared at the screen in front of him. Under the split screen, in this control room full of "technological style", he was proficient in computing. The dwarf craftsmen are quickly calculating the arrival time of the stone palate monsters, so as to direct the evacuation of the front-line craftsmen.

"Aoao!"

The first frantic roar sounded in the dead city of Gnomeregan, and the dwarf craftsmen hidden above the warehouse probed their brains and looked at the empty hall below, chasing the stone palate monsters from various places to warn the robots. Under the light of the lights, their shadows appear so ugly, so frightening, and the number of stone palate monsters that rushed into the warehouse is increasing, and the originally confident dwarf craftsmen have also changed. Had to be upset.

"We underestimated the number of these monsters!"

McNeil, a consultant who directed the gnome blasting operations on the front, grabbed his hair anxiously. This consultant was already very old. Before Mekatok became a big craftsman, he was a big man in the gnome community. He was in the craftsman council. Very high prestige.

Now, he is facing a terrible situation. According to the estimates of the gnome, the stone palate might be attracted to about 3,000 people this time, but the hall below is already crowded and there are new ones from time to time. The stone palatal monsters rushed into the warehouse. They fought madly together. The scene was extremely chaotic, and their number far exceeded 3,000 people.

"The radiation bomb detonated according to the original plan was not enough to kill so many monsters!"

Sema Prag looked back at the sticky bomb, which was hung in the dark by a pulley and painted with green skull emblems. He gritted his teeth and picked up a tool box from his feet, facing the other dwarf craftsmen who were watching him. Say:

"We must modify its parameters and fill in more explosives before it is possible to kill these monsters at once!"

"But Mr. Consultant, we have repeatedly planned the explosion scope of the sticky bomb. Once we want to increase its explosive power, more radiant water tanks will be detonated, which will undoubtedly threaten the closest mechanical trail to us. Fellow refuge! Even the central command room will be shrouded in radiation."

A gnome master retorted:

"We can't joke about the lives of our compatriots!"

"But if you can solve more monsters at once, don't forget, kid!"

McNeil reached out his finger and tapped the gnomish master's chest. He said in an unquestionable tone:

"I am the front line commander, you just need to listen to me! If we can rely on this explosion to save our city, then even if there are unfortunate sacrifices of our compatriots, it is a great sacrifice! We must respect the interests of most people!"

"But the master craftsmen still insist on the central command room!"

The young gnomish craftsman was still reluctant to obey: "We must at least consult with him."

"Oh boy."

There was a tinge of light in McNeil's old eyes. He patted the young gnome's shoulder in a calm tone and said softly:

"I know Mekatok best. If I sacrifice myself to save our people, I believe he will not refuse such a glorious battle... But what you said makes sense, it is up to you to contact him."

The young gnome sighed with relief, and just as he turned back to look for the connector, McNeil behind him suddenly reached out and pushed the gnome from the platform above the warehouse.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The dwarf screamed in a panic. He waved his hands in vain in the air, but what he saw was only the cold and ruthless eyes of the council advisor. Before the end of his life, the young man suddenly remembered A nonsense rumor.

It is said that McNeill Thermaplag was only one step away from becoming a gnomish master craftsman, and he was ambitious to become the first gnomish king in 400 years since the founding of the gnomes...but the craftsman council noticed McNeil's ambition, so he supported Mekatok to balance him. After the failure, McNeil became submissive. He and the master craftsman Mekkatorque's intimate cooperation became the most trusted by the master craftsman. consultant.

It now appears that this docile advisor probably never gave up his ambition... no wonder he will take the initiative to apply for the bomb to be placed on the front line, he has already planned!

Mekkatorque, the master craftsman and those innocent compatriots, will fall victim to the dark ambitions of McNeill Thermaplag!

"Ziz..."

The communicator of the big craftsman who was far away in the central control room suddenly turned on, and the big craftsman immersed in computing was startled. At the next moment, a sad voice rang in his ear:

"Thermaplugg betrayed us...run! Ahhhhh!"

The young gnome who fell into the monster group shouted the last sentence, and then was torn to pieces, and this last warning made the big craftsman scalp numb. He pushed the gnome master who manipulated the surveillance screen in front of him. The master, holding the joystick, shifted the screen to the direction of the mechanical warehouse. Mekkatorque saw McNeil who was waving his wrench, forcing the dwarf craftsman to modify the bomb parameters and fill the explosives.

And the consultant who grabbed the last rebellion seemed to look back, looking at the monitor not far away, a vicious smile on his old face, and a very rude gesture towards the monitor. gesture.

"It's over!"

The artisan with cold hands and feet took a few steps back. As a mechanical genius, he can undoubtedly calculate a new radiation radius from the body shape of the modified bomb, which would directly two-thirds of the entire Gnomeregan!

"Quick! Let the compatriots of the mechanical trail move! Quick!"

The master craftsman shouted to the craftsmen around him:

"McNeil is crazy, it's already unsafe there!"

"It's too late, great craftsman, Thermaplag's transformation of the bomb is at the end, he will detonate it at any time!"

The craftsman who manipulated the mechanical gates of the city was sweating nervously, and he shouted:

"There are 50,000 people on the mechanical trail! It's too late to transfer!"

"Then close it there!"

The master craftsman gritted his teeth:

"The gate there can resist radiation rays for a short period of time and close! Let our compatriots know..."

"boom"

The big craftsman hadn’t finished speaking. On the split-screen monitor in front of him, a dark green light burst, and then the entire underground city shuddered and detonated a sticky bomb in the explosion of this super bomb. 'S super shock wave detonated one-third of the city's radiant water pipes, and the green sewage filled with invisible threats was evaporated in an instant.

At the next moment, the luminaires raised to the highest frequency in the city are all turned on. In the scorching temperature and the shining of specific light, those mists gather to form a green invisible light, sweeping like a sword in the air, sweeping After two thirds of the city.

The scorching temperature and the extremely dangerous radiant light killed thousands of stone palate monsters gathered in the warehouse in an instant. They did not even remember the screaming, but in the trembling city Above, a reconstructed aircraft struggled to maintain its balance. At the porthole of the aircraft, McNeil. Thermaplag looked at the city below which was completely enveloped by green mist.

There was a beam of pride in the rebel's eyes, and he said softly:

"There is no doubt that I will be the hero to save all the gnome. Poor Mekatok died in the attack of the monster. His contribution to the gnome is undeniable, but suffered such a terrible disaster. There is no doubt that The weak craftsman council can no longer lead the gnome forward...the gnome need a king!"

"A wise king... a king who can continue to lead them after the disaster, the alliance? Bah, we don’t need the alliance. Under my leadership, the gnome will occupy the entire Dun Morogh, and the insatiable dwarves Get out of Kazmodan, and here will be our kingdom!"

The insurgent indulged in self-revelation turned his head and said to the dwarf craftsman flying the aircraft:

"Send a message to our compatriots and tell them to take refuge on the ground. Me, McNeil. Therma Prager will succeed Mekatok and continue to fight underground for our race!"

The dwarf craftsman who was forced to rebel had a face, but the gun in his head made him have to do what McNeil had ordered. However, the moment the transformed aircraft crossed the radiation area, the dwarf craftsman The master looked at the ground, his eyes widening suddenly.

"No! Those monsters... they were not killed! They are running towards the steam hall! God!"

"what did you say!"

McNeil’s brain was also nearly crashing at this moment. In anxiety, he pushed open the closed porthole in the cabin, the probe looked out, and on the ground below, groups of stone palate monsters radiated from The city rushed out, and they were stained with dark green radiant dust, making them appear to emit an unknown fluorescence in the lights.

The bomb and the radiant light did kill many stone palate monsters, but unfortunately, the remaining ones were not killed. When the Titan guardians created the stone palate monsters, they added too many creatures to this creature. The template makes them evolve very fast, and now, this super adaptability allows the stone palate monster to survive the deadly radiation.

The calamities of the gnome...not only did not weaken, but intensified.

"This is impossible! This does not match our calculations!"

Sema Prag screamed. In his heavy breathing, a slight odor of green radiation gas was sucked into his body. He took a hard step back and sat on the ground, rubbing his heart, pain. Moaned:

"Uh...uh, I feel, I feel a little...uncomfortable..."

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