Azeroth’s Death Track

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"This thing? It looks like a gun."

Magni Bronzebeard spread out the drawings in his hand. This is a typical engineering drawing. I don’t know if it is from the hand of a gnome or a goblin. The densely written above is full of various parameters. It will make people feel dizzy at first glance. .

However, the body of this design is very easy to recognize. It is a complex and cumbersome artillery style. The three-stage structure is coupled to each other. From the perspective of Magni's top forging masters, this gun has at least up. Thousands of parts, this is a complicated invention that has never been seen in the history of Azeroth engineering.

"Combined parts have begun to be cast in the black iron zone, but the core of this weapon will directly bear the first section of the barrel of the huge magic impact. Those engineering masters told me that under the current technical system, only the most A good forge will knock it out one by one to ensure that it reaches a qualified toughness."

Tyrion stood aside and fingered the drawing a few times, explaining to Magni:

"You can understand it as a super-large magic gathering and precise launching device, which needs to be cast within 5 days, is there a problem?"

"Question? Of course!"

Magni still inherited the hot temper of the dwarves after his death, plus he and Tyrion themselves had some contradictions, so after reading the drawings, the blacksmith said disdainfully:

"I can make it, it's very simple, it's nothing more than physical work, but the question is, what are you going to use it to launch? In my memory, even the top magic gems in Dalaran don't need to be used This huge and complicated machine is launched, even if this thing is made, it is also an ornament. You know, I never make useless things."

"I can only tell you, Magni, this gun is very important to this world, I will use it to kill an important person...don’t worry, it’s not human, nor is it you Friends, they are not important to that point... As for the energy source, I have already prepared it, and you don’t need to worry about it."

The King of Dark Blade looked down upon Magni, and he said in a deep voice:

"You have to forge it well, use the best skills, understand? I don't expect it to be fired a second time, but it must be able to persist for at least 5-10 seconds under the super-magic scour, this will be a handful Deadly weapons that are discarded after use are also the best weapons. They only need to be used once to make the enemy chill..."

"You must build it!"

Tyrion reached out and nodded Magni’s chest:

"This has nothing to do with the contradiction between you and me. You are a blacksmith, so make it with the attitude of a blacksmith!"

"Then you must tell me at least!"

Magni grabbed the forging hammer and moved a few times in his hand. He looked up at Tyrion:

"At least tell me who are you going to use it against?"

The King of Dark Blades remained silent for a second, then lowered his voice:

"demon!"

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"Your Majesty, you look very good today."

In the court of Gilneas, Dr. Wolff Wallace carried his suitcase and watched the royal guards, entered the small garden where the king rested, against the background of several beautiful plants in Gilnister , The old King Jean looks spirited.

As the doctor walked into the garden, the king was holding a kettle and watering the flowers he loved. Like a peaceful middle-aged man, he couldn't see his temper.

"You are here, Dr. Wolf."

When the king heard the doctor's greetings, he put down the kettle and turned his head to look at Wolf. The voice of the king was a bit muddy and low, and even the tone had changed. It seemed that he was infected with the flu that is very common this season, accompanied by his age The increase, coupled with the complexity of domestic affairs, made the king somewhat energyless.

The young physician chatted with the king, handed the thermometer to the king’s bodyguard, and then the guards tested it several times to confirm that it was correct and handed it to the king. After a few minutes, Wolfe looked at the reading on the thermometer. Frowned.

"The body temperature is higher than normal. Your majesty, the medicine I prescribed. Have you taken it recently? Ordinary flu should be cured in up to 3 days."

"That medicine is bitter and has a strange smell."

Jean waved carelessly while picking up a glass of wine and said to the young doctor:

"It’s just a little flu. I don’t need to worry at all. Dr. Wolf, I didn’t like taking medicine when I was a kid. I feel like I’m going to recover. I just need to stick with it for a few more days. My body tells me that I won’t What's the matter."

"But this is wrong, Your Majesty!"

The young but skilled Dr. Wolf pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose. He said to the king seriously:

"It's not usual now, Your Majesty, the werewolf disease spread throughout the country, and the best doctors in our country can't judge the infection route of this disease. Even the mysterious druids have no cure for the disease, and Some time ago, their internal fights directly destroyed several villages. We don’t know who to believe... So, for the sake of the country, you better take care of your body."

This statement is justified and reasonable, so that the hot personality of the king can not refute. In recent years, the infection of veterinary diseases in Gilneas has been like a plague, which is volatile. Last year, there was an outbreak in Longgu Port. A werewolf epidemic, but fortunately, with the help of those druids, the epidemic was quickly brought under control.

But the druids started fighting in a strange way a few months ago, and many people have witnessed those druids becoming wolf men in broad daylight. For a time, the druids that were originally regarded as saviors They also began to be rejected, which made the normal Druid's whereabouts become more strange.

As Wolfe said, now Gilneas is almost helpless in the face of the mysterious werewolf disease, and can only drive those infected with the disease out of the Greymane Wall in the north and let them die in the Silver Pine Forest. But this is not a long-term plan. The scouts of the kingdom have reported several times, and the werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest seem to have evolved a primary social form.

Maybe those werewolves have wisdom, they are developing in the dark forest, maybe they have become another strange and dangerous civilization on the ground of Gilneas.

"Don't scare me with the werewolf disease, Wolf, you bad boy."

Jean scolded with a smile: "They can't scare me."

The king clearly liked the young and free-spirited physician. He seemed to see himself as a young man from Wolf. The same unrestrained, and Wolf's superb treatment methods, also made the nobles of Gilneas praise the praises. This is a capable young man who also has enough capital to show off himself.

"Ok."

Wolff shrugged. He turned his head and said something to the guard. A guard turned and left. After a while, the guard walked into the garden with a silver tray filled with various bottles of medicine.

Even Wolff’s deep king’s trust, but in the matter of healing, he could not inject the king with the medicine he carried, and he must use the medicine stored in the court, which was tested.

With the spread of the epidemic, the protection of the king by the entire court has been extremely extreme.

"I know you don't like the feeling of drug injections, but... this is necessary."

Wolfe rolled up his sleeves, took the silver syringe cleaned with hot water from the tray in the hands of the guard, and picked up a green bottle of extracted medicine, sucked the liquid into the syringe. He put the syringe in front of his eyes and used The finger bounced, and between the fingers, a drop of green liquid rushed out of the needle tube.

In front of him, with the help of the bodyguard, the clothes on the right arm of the king were slightly lifted. Wolfe smiled at the king, then pierced the sharp needle into the blood vessel of the king. Between the squeezes, green The liquid slowly entered King Jean’s veins.

"Okay, it takes only one day for the special drugs stored in the palace, and you will be able to show your strength again."

The doctor put the syringe in the tray, took out the stethoscope, and checked the king's heartbeat and pulse. After a while, he picked up his briefcase and said to the sleepy King Jean Greymane:

"Sleep well, your majesty. When you wake up, all the pain will go away from you."

"You stabbed me again, and I remember, Little Wolf."

Jean picked up a glass of wine and lifted the glass to Wolfe:

"Thank you."

"This is what I should do, Your Majesty."

Wolf pushed his glasses again. In the corner where the king couldn't see, a flash of fine light flashed in his eyes. When the royal guard sent the doctor out of the court, the Wolf boarded the carriage. For a moment, he whispered to the guard:

"Let's pack things and leave. There is still a day before the medicine takes effect. I am waiting for you in Yinsong Forest, brother..."

The guard nodded at Dr. Wolfe, a beastly light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"Doctor, you said, can people like us return to their own country? Are we really doing this?"

This problem made Dr. Wolfe stunned. After a while, he nodded and reached out to pat the guard's shoulder:

"Of course, aren't you and me the proof?"

"Don’t think too much, brother, Jean expelled us arbitrarily and forced us to leave our loved ones. This is what he deserves, let him also taste the taste of becoming a monster and being abandoned...but we don’t He will be killed, and we don’t want to rule this country. We just want our brothers and humans to coexist peacefully, nothing more."

Dr. Wolfe got in the carriage, he opened the curtain of the carriage, and before leaving, said to the guard:

"No matter what others say about us, you have to remember that we are not monsters, and we will not become monsters!"

In the gaze of the guard, Wolfe's carriage rumbling forward. In the carriage, Wolf took off his glasses with some fatigue. He rubbed his forehead and whispered to the person sitting on the other side of the carriage:

"A sample of the werewolf’s blood has been injected into Jean’s body, and he will be transformed tonight, and contact with that weird head wolf, Larel. Toothfire is also smooth, he said he and his followers are willing to help We, but the only pity is that the night elves' druids sensed our activities, and they sent away the "sacred object" in advance... In short, promise me not to kill too many people!"

"Hmm... in your eyes, are your companions a group of villains that don't blink?"

Luminas leaned comfortably in the carriage. She held a glass of red blood wine in a goblet in her hand. She looked at Wolf in front of her. After a while, the death lord said:

"Tirion asked me to tell you that the Legion of Dark Blades is not interested in ruling Gilneas, so after the "Disaster Day", the land will soon return to its original appearance. Do you want humans and werewolves to coexist peacefully? Very good idea, but no one will help you achieve it, you can only come by yourself. Understand?"

"Frankly, I don't quite understand."

Wolfe rubbed his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at the death lord in front of him:

"Your Majesty means, let us die by ourselves?"

"Stupid! Your Majesty wants you to integrate into the civilized system under the dark blade."

Luminas drinking blood wine, explained:

"A system without distinction of race, appearance, and all-inclusive system. After the civilization of the old continent is overthrown, you, the werewolf, will also join the ranks of rebuilding civilization. Defias Federation welcomes all willingness to join this new The creatures of the system, there are no kings, no nobles, only people, a new world of equality... Anyway, he said so, in short, you have to think about it."

"The hundreds of thousands of werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest are under your command. You are no longer a simple spy or a warrior. You should learn to consider the problem from the perspective of the leader. It is easy to destroy, but the reconstruction after the destruction is just It's not that simple."

"But I am different from you. I have not been in contact with your majesty so close, so in fact, I don’t know what he wants to do so far...overthrow the old civilization, build the new civilization, he does this What is all this for?"

Wolfe looked at Luminas, his eyes shining with serious light:

"After all, my mission to Gilneas was very simple, that is, to spread chaos, but now, I have to suddenly learn to control everything, which makes me very confused, so, can you explain it to me?"

"Don't think so much, Wolf."

Luminas tilted her legs, tilted her head, and looked at the werewolf in front of her. She said:

"Every leader of Darkblade is unique. We look for the future through change. You will be anxious because you feel a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, but in fact, you will feel nothing after adapting... As for Tai What Ryan wants to do, let me summarize it for you."

"He never built a dark blade to fight against human empires or elves. Since the beginning of the dark blade is to respond to a higher system of war, you can understand us as defenders and defend those who are capable of accepting new ones. The life of the world, we never came to destroy anyone, and our real opponent, the one we defeated once, will soon appear."

"I won't tell you whether we are good or bad, you can see it with your eyes...I also believe that all this will not let you down."

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