Azeroth’s Death Track

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The design that the gnome finally came up with was a light armor, and the design of the goblin was completely two extremes.

However, Mekkatorque's introduction was far less concise than Hesso's. Various complicated and entangled engineering terms made everyone dizzy. Eventually, Buddy could only adopt another strategy.

"Both parties have come up with their own designs. Although there are some flaws, the Dark Edge Consortium is willing to give you new opportunities. Three days later, the second round of bidding will be held here, and important generals will come to evaluate your Design, I hope you can fix your mistakes in a short time..."

Buddy glanced at the trembling black cable:

"Treasure your last chance!"

Myra also took the conversation at this time. With a gentle smile, he said to the gnome:

"In addition, a week later, there will be a tender for the design of the ground track in the Black Iron District. This is a completely civilian technology, so I hope that both parties can send excellent talents to participate. In addition, I just got the news. His Majesty Ryan will allocate a generous amount of funds as a starting capital for the newly established Association of Engineering Masters."

The Blood Lord played with the ring on his finger, he whispered:

"Mr. Hesso and Mr. Mekkatorque are very good engineering masters. I hope that the two will submit their applications. The Knights of Dark Edge have always believed in the power of collective and technology, and you, your wisdom, are us The most important wealth and treasure."

"So that's it, let's break up now!"

Buddy Moore threw away the mallet in his hand, and left the venue under the protection of several death knights, while the black-faced engineer Hesso, who was made by Mekkatorque, gritted his teeth and stared deadly. Gnome cheering behind him, he gritted his teeth and said to the secretary as he walked out:

"3 days! Time is enough, please come over all the goblin engineers we can get! I can lose, but the goblin engineering can't lose! We can't lose this money either!"

"Look at him, like a dog with a broken spine, ha ha ha ha"

Oversbuck stood on the table taunting the leaving of Hasso, and beside him, the members of the Craftsman Council also smiled. Regardless of the original intention of this time, at least in this contest of engineering between the two sides, the gnome won .

"I'm leaving, Oversback."

In cheers, the master craftsman said to the white-haired gnomes:

"I'm going back to Gnomeregan, what you said makes sense, but I still can't pass my level. Maybe, going back and rebuilding our city by hand will make my heart quieter."

"You can't go, Mekkatorque!"

Oversbuck grabbed the hand of the master craftsman and said to him:

"We need you! Hesso can't take it easy. The next time he must be a goblin engineer who is stronger than him. You are right, Mekkatorque. I can't deal with them. I can't do it alone."

The white-haired dwarf stretched out his hand and held the hand of the dwarf congressman beside him. He whispered:

"We have to unite together to fight against the goblins. This is just the beginning. Soon the idea of ​​gnomish engineers will sweep the world. Isn't this our dream?"

"But I...I still..."

Mekkatorque looked at his hands, he had never been so tangled, and a few seconds later, a gentle voice rang behind Mekkatorque:

"Mr. Gerbin Mekkatorque?"

"Ok?"

The master craftsman turned his head and saw a smiling blood lord Myra looking at him, which made the gnome step back subconsciously, and then heard Myra say:

"I know you have concerns, and the reputation of working with the undead is not good, but I hope you can view all this with the rational attitude that an engineer deserves. Do humans and dwarves really represent justice? Are undeads really born evil? No, you only see the appearance."

The blood lord squatted down, letting his gaze and Mekatok's gaze straight up, he sincerely said:

"Tirion has appreciated your wisdom more than once, so I hope that before you make a decision, it is best to turn around in the area under our control, use your own eyes, use what you see to make real Correct comment... In addition, the parliament of the Defia Federal District is very worried recently."

"They can't find a suitable teacher to teach the children and young people under the ruling the basic knowledge to drive ignorance away from their lives. I remember, this is also what the gnomes have been advocating, so if you can If so, I would like to invite you as a private person to participate in a giant cocktail party in Defia Federal District after 4 days..."

There was a light of scrutiny in Myra's eyes, and he looked at the hesitant Mekkatorque:

"To do our best to spread the power of knowledge, I believe that such a supreme good deed, the leader of the gnome should not refuse it?"

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"When you look at this strange world, it is not difficult to find that in some corners of this world, there are hidden truths that have to be pondered."

In the King's Hall of Ironforge, Tyrion took a written letter, folded it, and put it in an envelope. Beside him was the death lord Roglio, the silent and trustworthy death lord. , Will temporarily become the interim governor of Kazmodan District, responsible for handling the affairs left by Kazmodan after Tyrion leaves.

"I know you are curious, why do I value the timid gnomes so much?"

Tyrion leaned on the throne and hooked his old friend's finger. The latter threw a small hip flask over it. It was cold blood wine, a very popular drink among the undead community recently.

The King of Dark Blades took a sip of wine, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said to Roglio:

"In fact, it's very simple. You see, there are so many races and so many lives in this world, you can easily find a large group of humans who don't understand big characters, rough dwarves, even in Quel'Thalas, there are some that are not very good A stubborn elf willing to learn knowledge, but I ask you, Roger, have you seen an illiterate gnome?"

Roglio frowned, he thought for a moment and shook his head:

"There are very few dwarfs I have ever seen. The one I know best is Ella. Judging from Ella’s performance, the learning abilities of the gnomes are indeed amazing, and they value knowledge very much. I have seen Ella secretly more than once. Watch those obscure books in the dark temple’s library, even if she doesn’t use them at all.”

"Yes, this is the peculiar place of gnomes. Their pursuit of knowledge is inscribed in their bones. There are hundreds of thousands of gnomes in Gnomeregan. I can guarantee you can’t find a stupid guy. The creator, when he made the gnome, he must have adjusted the intelligence of this race to the highest limit that life can bear...The gnome, the seeker and custodian of knowledge, in my opinion, these little people who are keen to share knowledge, Appeared with a certain mission."

Tyrion waved his finger and said to Roglio:

"They are the one we need most. I need them to share their knowledge with those civilians, those humans, those dwarves, and other races in the future, using the light of wisdom to disperse the darkness that envelopes those foolish hearts, We can destroy the world with a knife, gun and flame in our hands, but to rebuild it, we must rely on the power of knowledge."

Talking, Tyrion picked up a book, which was in the library of Ironforge. He put it in his hand, opened it, and read while reading:

"Knowledge is power, and the timid personality of the little ones also prevents them from making some troubles. From this aspect, the gnome is simply the race I want to command in my dreams. Of course, they are not suitable to be soldiers. .. I will not put these precious resources on the battlefield."

"When the fire of wisdom ignites on the road and the fire is burning, the kings and nobles will know... they lost, and they lost terribly! Of course, it will take time."

Tyrion seems to be completely immersed in the history of the book. When he sees some wrong records, the corners of his mouth will always twitch, and after a moment, Roglio said:

"In my opinion, the biggest problem with Kazmodan is not the gnome, the dwarves, the runaway dwarves, ran deep into the cold ridge valley, and also blew up the only mountain road, this mountain is too high, even the crow people It’s very difficult to find the way to Anweimar fortress in the cold storm on the top of the mountain... It’s simply not realistic to pass large troops, how do we deal with those dwarves?”

"This is your problem, Roger, you are the governor, you are the boss, and now you should find a way to solve the problem yourself."

Tyrion did not raise his head or provide any comments. He just looked at the book quietly and said softly:

"I think you have enough ability to solve them, but if you think it's too troublesome, throw them there, the dwarves are all a ribbed thought, and the mountain road is blown up, we really can't get in, but they Don’t even think about it... the left and right are just a group of guys in captivity. Instead of worrying about them, it’s better to worry about the dwarves of Ironforge... they are the real big trouble."

"Dwarves are different from gnomes. They are naturally combative and stubborn. The influence of kingship in this race is more serious than that of the human kingdom. There is no devotee like Van Cliff in Ironforge. Seriously, I have some I don’t know what to do with the dwarves of Ironforge."

Loglio said: "For this difficult problem, maybe they should be included in the army."

"Do not!"

Tyrion shook his head:

"Civilians are civilians. I don’t want civilians to appear in my army. Maybe you can solve this problem in a more groundbreaking way... And your misunderstanding is... Dwarves don’t like tranquility, they like noise and conflict. , They are born warriors... so if you want them to cooperate with you, you have to find him an opponent to fight, an enemy to conquer, a dragon to slaughter... that's it."

The King of Dark Blades refocused his attention on the book in his hand. He said softly:

"You might say that Ironforge is a piece of iron, especially after facing the conquest of the undead, they will collectively jump up against us. This is okay. Since there is no contradiction, all you have to do is create contradictions...Go to Mai Pull, and migrate 100,000 black iron dwarves to Ironforge. Let us see if the king who killed them hated them even more, or the centuries-old enemy made them hate more."

"You know, it's not just common enemies that can unite people and use the power of hatred reasonably."

Roglio's eyes lit up suddenly:

"And once the conflict occurs, once they bleed, they can't go back. While the two sides are fighting, we just need to be the role of mediators...or better, we come down in person, you are really a war genius. , Tyrion!"

"Well...well, let me treat it as praise...let's do what you should do, my Governor."

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At the same time, Muradin, who had just awakened from the severely weakened in the Anweimar fortress in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley, sat silently on the chair, holding it in his palm and handed it by Kudran. The necklace given to him, that is his brother's necklace, that is a symbol of the Iron Furnace kingship.

Muradin also knew that this necklace was a necklace carried by the first dwarf king when he was awakening in the Coldridge Valley. There are many secrets hidden in it. It is said that it is related to the mystery of the origin of the dwarf.

This determined and powerful dwarf warrior, sitting alone in his room, the flame of the fireplace was burning, making the room very comfortable and very warm, but there was no trace of warmth in Muradin's heart, he lost his brother, he lost In his own country, he lost everything.

The polished very delicate horned helmet was thrown aside by him, the weapon that never left was thrown on the ground at random, Muradin held the quaint necklace in his hands, and there was silence in his eyes.

The runaway dwarves all gathered in the Coldridge Valley. The mountain road leading to the outside world has been completely blown up. As an excellent commander, Muradin is well aware of the terrible encounters facing the Copperbeard clan. They can’t rush out. They It will be permanently imprisoned in the snow of this iceberg until the orthodox copper beard bloodline is completely withered.

"I'm not strong enough..."

Muradin struggled to stand up, every step of the move, terrible pain came from his body, rushed out of the strangles of the two death lords, Muradin had exhausted all his strength, he kneeled on one knee before the beating fire , He put the necklace in his heart to his heart, and in the beating of the flames, two lines of tears shed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough... sorry, sorry!"

"I will fulfill your unfinished mission, brother...I will live with the clan, the blood of the copper beard will not be cut off here, I swear..."

"Brian! Open Anweimar's Chamber of Secrets! Let the shamans prepare the ground communication ceremony..."

"This time, I will come!"

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