Azeroth’s Death Track

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"We can't agree!"

After Ella left with the winner's smile, the entire Craftsman Council experienced a brief silence, and then, like a frightened group of ducks, chattering in a huddle.

"This is despicable coercion! Despicable!"

"We should explain this to the dwarf friends!"

"But Ella is not bad, think about it, we did serve the dwarves for free for many years..."

"That's because they protect us from harm! This is an agreement! It is an agreement!"

"Then why are there still Frostburn Trolls infringing on New Artisan Town from time to time? Yesterday they stole more than a dozen boxes of food, and the dwarves failed to do their duty.

"Maybe Ella said something reasonable."

"But the undead are bad guys, big bad guys, they slaughtered the entire Stormwind City and Kazmodan, we can't become bad guys like them."

Screams like this one after another, Ella was right, the race of gnome is very clever, but the price of being too clever is that it is easy to think randomly. This kind of ingenuity does not have a strong enough character to support it, and it will only evolve into a "fear" "Disaster.

Unfortunately, most gnomes don’t have a tough character...they are a group of cute little jumped out, nervous, timid, the first reaction to threats is often to retreat, otherwise according to the current technological level of gnome, can The races that invented the aircraft and the steam tank did not even allow the frost temple trolls around Kazmodan to be so weak that only one mountain fortress remained.

Hundreds of years ago, the dwarf and dwarf alliance may be more in the role of looking for a "protector", and the dwarf with straightforward personality, strong power, and fortitude can just form the most benign complement with the dwarf.

But the problem now is that when the dwarves lost their protectors after Kazmodan’s rule was destroyed, they faced a very embarrassing choice, either to be bold and to fight against the undead, or join them.

After the only mechanical city that can protect the gnome from harm, Normorgen, was also destroyed by the radiation disaster, the gnome seemed to have no other choice.

"Call, call"

A green-haired dwarf soldier pushed open the door of the parliament. This sudden action interrupted the quarrel of the lawmakers. The soldier looked at the big craftsman sitting on the chair. His cute eyes did not hide the emotion of fear. ...

"The undead are here! They are marching along the mountain road of Kazmodan towards the new craftsman town. There are a lot of people. There are bomb crows and terrifying bone dragons in the sky. Gnomeregan secret agent It has been assembled, but whether it is the number or the fighting spirit, we are in an absolute disadvantage. Master craftsmen, you must have an idea!"

"How about Kelsey?"

The master craftsman stood up. He looked at the soldier pale, and asked, "How does Kelsey say?"

"Chief Kelsey is very pessimistic, she told me to tell you, no matter what, the secret special trade union has fulfilled her mission and obligations to the race. When necessary, she will detonate all the dark mines buried in the mountains, but this May not stop the undead."

The soldier's face is uncovered fear, which is normal. When facing the fierce undead, even the dwarves will be afraid, not to mention the timid dwarves like rabbits.

The Kelsi, said by the master craftsman, was the only military force when Gnomeregan had not fallen. It was called the stealth agent organization. Its leader died in the disaster of Gnomeregan. Now The interim commander is a female dwarf agent with beautiful red hair. Her name is Kelsey Gangshuo. It is one of the very few people in the dwarf who has a bold personality and is adventurous.

"It's terrible, the undead don't seem to want to wait any longer."

The master craftsman Mekkatorque was a bit discouraged. He was a qualified leader. If he could, he was willing to give everything to save his people. But in this situation, the greatest inventor also felt that he was a poor man. After getting off Kazmodan, the first move of the undead was to move towards the gathering place of gnomes, which fully demonstrated their importance to gnomes and their will.

Obviously, if the gnomes make the most determined resistance, then they are about to usher, maybe the swords and guns in the hands of the undead. Anyway, after being resurrected, the gnomes still dedicate their wise wisdom to the king of the dark blade.

"There is also bad news, great craftsmen, and the councillors."

The secret agent's messenger sneaked a glance at the faces of these gnome leaders. His ten fingers clasped together and said in a grunt-like voice:

"Ms. Ella is calling the people in the center of the town. The news that the undead have arrived has been spread by her. She declared that only by actively joining the Dark Blade Legion can the survival and significance of the gnome be guaranteed. Many panicked civilians have been Attracted, more and more people are joining her, and Chief Kelsey applies to arrest her."

"Ella Magic Thread, under the current circumstances, she is undoubtedly an unstable factor."

"But she is also a hero of the past!"

Another dwarf congressman said aloud: "There are still statues of her in the town, which records her dedication to the race. Every dwarf who survived knows the story of Ella. Once we catch the past heroes under the eyes of everyone. , Maybe the people themselves will be messed up."

"And you may not be able to catch her."

The master craftsman waved his hands somewhat disappointedly, beckoning the herald to leave:

"Tell Kelsey that the agents have been withdrawn, and the losses suffered by the gnomes are already large enough, we don’t need to bury the last warriors anymore, by the way... help us to bring Ms. Ella, just say, just say we There are important things to talk to her."

The messenger turned a little sadly and left, and the atmosphere in the room became dead. Everyone knew that the smartest of them could no longer find a way out. Perhaps, it was time to bow to the cruel reality.

Ten minutes later, Ella returned to the house of this council, but she did not come back alone. Behind her, followed by a white-haired dwarf, judging from the robe he wore, this was a real master craftsman, Members who are eligible to enter the Craftsman Council.

"Ovosback, my friend!"

The big craftsman made a scream when he saw the white-haired dwarf. He rushed over and gave the dwarf a hug: "We all thought you were dead and died in Ironforge."

"It's a pleasure to see you again."

The artisan master Oversback gave an embarrassed smile. He glanced at Ella beside him, and then said dryly to the old friend in front of him:

"Undead... No, the Blade of Darkness saved us, not just me. All the dwarves in the entire Ironforge are alive. They are now being sent to our "new home"."

"New home?"

Mekkatorque glared fiercely at Ella, then looked at Ovosback again:

"The dwarf's home is in Gnomeregan, we won't leave, remember? Brother, we swore at the time, we will recover our city!"

"Yes, we will recover it."

The white-haired gnomish master could not bear the excitement, and the long-distance transmission made his spirit a little boring. He looked at the craftsmen and parliamentarians with different looks around him. He took a deep breath, and with the encouragement of Ella’s eyes, he went to At the round table, pick up a badge and place it on the table.

It was a silver-white badge with the city logo of Gnomeregan on it, and the interlacing of gears and screws. At the center of the badge was a small broken-blade logo, but compared to other flags of the dark blade It looks a bit compact, along with the original mighty broken blade, has also been changed into a mechanical shape.

"We all know the undead, they are coming towards the new craftsman town, but they are not here to kill us."

Oversbuck clenched his little fist and said to others:

"They were invited by me and Ella to help us clean up the cavemen in Gnomeregan. They came to help us recover the city. Yes, the gnome will still live in Gnomeregan. This is Our eternal home, but in exchange, the most intelligent and creative elites among us will go to the Dark Furnace in the Burning Plains and continue our business there."

"Uh"

The silver badge was pushed towards the center of the table, and Oversbuck continued:

"I know, some of you will call me and Ella a traitor, saying we are damn, even escaping from the ray gun to kill us, which I can understand, but on the third floor of the dark furnace city, the newly built super In a large laboratory, I did see the future that Dark Blade promised to us. They need us, brothers and sisters. They don’t want us to be slaves. Believe me, they need our wisdom."

"So, what did the Tyrant tyrant tell you?"

Behind Ovosback, Mekkatorque clenched his fists, suppressing the anger betrayed by his friends, he shouted loudly:

"What did he show you? What ecstasy did you give?"

"No! I haven't even seen him! Mekkatorque, my friend, I just read his plan."

The white-haired dwarf faced the accusation, his face turned red, and he shouted:

"I read the plans, hand-written by Teraion, and the future South Xinjiang will be covered with rail lines designed by us. The steam locomotives passing by will carry the materials and various commodities that the people need on the rails. Walking up and down, each family will have its own electric light, the evil at night will be dispelled by the power of technology, and electricity will bring a new world, a better world, and a future designed by us."

"The aircraft will be used for civilian travel instead of war. The idea of ​​the hydroelectric generator will become a reality on that land. People no longer need to ride on horses. Remember the idea we put on hold before? Made by machinery The new generation of powered vehicles, mining machines will replace the mining industry, farmers on cultivated land will be liberated from heavy agricultural work, and the existing world environment and survival status will be completely changed!"

"Let the steam tank go to hell, our invention will no longer be used in war! We will change the world, use our wisdom! Use our hands!"

Ovosbach’s excitement made his voice sharper:

"I’m tired of assembling battlefield weapons for dwarves. I want to use my wisdom to develop new robots that make me intoxicated. I already have my own laboratory in Dark Furnace, my own apprentice, and myself. Research funds! A full 300,000 gold coins! He gave me the future, redefining technology, his whimsy made me intoxicated, and the future supported by technology he painted did not appear in my most arrogant fantasy. Ever!"

"the most important is!"

"boom"

The master craftsman hit the table with a punch, and then shook his hand with a grin, but this funny gesture did not affect the excitement of Ovosbach. He opened his hands and shouted:

"The most important thing is that the future is not a fantasy, it is achievable! My logic tells me that it is not a kid’s toy, that is true! You, I see the future! Use my eyes! Follow me Get up! Join the carnival of technology together!"

"I need you! I need your wisdom!"

The insane Ovosbach reached out to others with a sincere tone, and this speech also stunned the gnomes present. Compared to Ella, they were more willing to believe Ovosbach because he was One of them is trustworthy.

And now, the attitude of Oversbach shows them the advantages of another choice, but people always do this, and they don’t really believe what they don’t see.

"I want to see it!"

The female parliamentarian who had spoken to Ella before broke the silence. She looked at Oversbuck and gritted her teeth and said:

"Until I see it with my own eyes, I will not express an opinion. This is about the gnome race and the future of our people. It should not be decided by us!"

"Yes, Morse is right!"

"I think so too, maybe after I see it, I can take apart your tricks!"

In the end, in a tumult, the artisan Mekkatorque reached out to calm everyone down. He stared closely at Ovosbach and Ella, and he asked quietly:

"Can you guarantee that our invention will not be used for war?"

Ella and Ovos Buck looked at each other, then shook their heads unwillingly:

"I can't guarantee, because Darkblade not only invited gnomes...and those crazy goblins, but the most terrible thing is that the annual research funds are shared by both of us... In short, go to Darkhearted City first to see Well, we have prepared the portal."

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