Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1560 193. Get out of the way! waste! Only your dad can solve this big question! -【Ask for monthly ticket 13】

Blake is busy working on his own promotion, which is a real big deal. Although he has only taken up the mythical profession now, he may still need some strength before he can enter the demigod realm.

But everything is difficult at the beginning.

Obtaining two professions at this time is of great significance to pirates.

This means that he already has two paths to the six forces, and he has almost accomplished a great feat that has never been done before in Azeroth. Of course, such an undertaking is nothing on the scale of the stars.

For example, Lord Sargeras, whom the stinky pirates admire the most, was born from the arcane force and then jumped to the fel force. Moreover, it was not a slow upgrade like a pirate, but one step, from the arcane force to a big boss. Jumped to the evil force as a handler.

It’s a completely smooth gaming experience like a kryptonian.

As for the stinky pirate, he is at best a micro-Krypton player and cannot appreciate the joy of reaching full level at the beginning.

But that doesn't matter. Black said he likes to "level up."

That would give him a sense of accomplishment.

However, while this was happening, the disputes in other parts of Ulduar had not subsided. The Heroic Spirit Legion and their servants were still fighting against various entities in the city.

However, because the pirates tricked Mimiron into turning off the Iron Legion beacons throughout Ulduar, the Heroic Spirits did not need to waste too much time cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers, which made their logging experience much better. .

In the abandoned garden temple of Freya, the guardian of life, the roar of a giant wolf in the distance shook this once prosperous "biological expo".

That was Goldrinn using his own way to save his mother who was trapped in the nightmare of the void.

This battle probably belonged to the wilderness demigods' rescue of the creator, so the heroic spirits respected the demigods' opinions and did not participate in it. The militant warriors were not disappointed that this battle was missing, because there were many others. Strong enemies are waiting for them to challenge.

Today's war is just like New Year's for the heroic spirits. Opponents that were difficult to find in the past are everywhere in this city. They can finally fight to their heart's content without suppressing their combat power that is too powerful for mortals.

Of course, the speed of sacrifice in this kind of battle is also quite terrifying.

In just a few hours, the golden Valkyries in the Hall of Valor have recovered more than thousands of heroic spirits. As the undefeated warriors carefully crafted by Odin for "Twilight of the Gods", their thunder-cast bodies have lost their souls after their bodies were damaged. You will return to the Holy Armory in the Hall of Valor, where you will be matched with a new body. After a short rest, you can join the battle again.

During the hundreds of thousands of years that Odin was sealed, he did not just watch the changes in the world through his crow. While waiting in boredom, he ordered the heroic craftsmen to forge many, many thunder-cast bodies.

This is enough for his warriors to enjoy the battle.

"Look here, in my memory Freya's garden is always like spring all year round. Every plant from every corner of the world is planted here, and every creature that exists in this world in the past and present is domesticated.

This is the biological sample bank of the Land of Creation. It bears the important task of re-sowing the seeds of life after the desperate world restarts. It was once a sacred place of nature. "

Lyden squatted on the ground, stroking the overgrown weeds in the abandoned garden with his huge fingers. Under the weeds were scattered white bones.

This adds a sense of desolation and gloominess to this huge garden that cannot be ignored.

Even the living wood guards who were awakened by the power of nature have become dry and evil under the erosion of the void, full of black corruption.

They also joined the battle at Freya's call, trying to prevent Goldrinn from awakening Freya.

But the Moon God Wolf had long been reborn. Faced with the siege, it just jumped and dodged on the spot, and then bright and hot moonlight meteorites fell from the sky, knocking down those dark things and burning them.

This scene gave Lyden a more intuitive understanding of Goldrinn's combat effectiveness.

In fact, I'm afraid Goldrinn himself had forgotten it, but when it was still a wolf cub that was picked up, Lyden personally fed it in this garden.

“It’s so touching that Freya’s children have grown up too.”

The Great Guardian stood up and said with emotion to the Virgin Mary who was taking out various types of wrenches and craniotomy saws to prepare for the Guardian's emergency surgery and rescue:

“When we guardians were forced to give up our mission, these children who were picked up and nurtured by Freya helped us shoulder our responsibility to protect the world.

They even choose to sacrifice themselves for the sake of this world.

Freya is the most qualified guardian among us, and she left the best hope for this world. "

"Activate Rebuttal Protocol: But that's not the story I heard from the Loamen."

The Virgin of Purity picked up an oversized mechanical syringe and filled it with various unknown liquids. She was busy and said:

“During my time in Uldir, I occasionally observed the Loa of Nazmir in my free time, and heard some interesting things about Freya, the Guardian of Life, from their complaints and complaints.

It is said that although Ms. Freya is very caring, she is a very awkward 'appearance person'.

She will walk on the ancient land and help all the lives she sees in distress.

But she will only take away those small animals with outstanding appearance and cultivate them carefully. As for the uglier ones, they will be released into the wild after being helped.

It is said that some ancient Loa failed to gain the favor of the Force of Life because of this, and were unable to become true wilderness demigods, and could only choose to become second-class Loa gods.

Although in my opinion, even becoming a Loa is a very good gift for these natural beings, in comparison, it is a bit unfair to judge the potential of a creature by its appearance. "

"Well"

Faced with the sharp remarks made by the Holy Mother of Purity, Leiden was embarrassed. He shrugged and looked at the battlefield in front of him that was gradually calming down. He whispered:

"Don't you allow everyone to have some personal hobbies?"

"Activate taunt protocol: Haha"

The Virgin Mother of Purity picked up the oversized syringe in her hand, pouted at Leyden, and said:

"Bring those tools, I need you to help complete this operation. I want to judge the condition of other guardians by testing Freya, so as to formulate a treatment plan."

"If it's for treatment, you won't need this, right?"

Leyden picked up a terrifying craniotomy saw, blinked his one eye, and said:

"Are you sure this isn't an opportunity for the Loas you favor to take advantage of?"

“Start the quibble protocol: Who doesn’t have a personal hobby?”

The Virgin Mother of Purity said casually, then strode towards the messy battlefield in front of her. Under the moon, the silver wolf Goldrinn had injured himself all over his body. At this time, he was lying next to Freya who was knocked unconscious and licking her. paw.

It didn't have to be so embarrassing.

With the blessing of Elune, if there is a fight to the death, it can end the battle quickly. After all, Freya, as the guardian of life, has never been known for her combat effectiveness among the guardians.

But the aloof wolf god is not willing to hurt his mother, even if he is the only rebellious son among all his mother's children who takes the initiative to leave home.

When he saw the Virgin Mother of Purity approaching with a large syringe, Goldrinn glanced at Freya, let out a low howl, then stood up and limped toward the opened dream door.

"Initiate the retention agreement: Hey, giant wolf, aren't you going to guard your mother here?

It may take her a while to recover, and I think she'll be comforted by seeing her children by her side once she wakes up from her long nightmare. "

The Virgin of Purity shouted to Goldrinn.

But the Wolf God did not look back. He just walked aloofly into the gate of the Emerald Dream under the moonlight as always.

Wolves do not and should not have homes.

It only helps when family members are suffering, leaving the beauty of reunion to their weak brothers and sisters.

"What a bad boy."

The Virgin of Purity shook her head.

She knelt down next to Freya and inserted the large needle into Freya's rock body. She seemed to begin to understand why this guardian of life loved some special lives.

Compared with the aloof Goldrinn, those loas who only complain behind their backs about being ugly and unlucky are really lacking.

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"Bring us our state-of-the-art calculator! The prince needs help!"

"Which question has the prince solved? Lord Mimiron's wisdom is truly terrifying. I can't even solve the third question."

"Huh? The third question? You are really inferior. I have already solved the fifth question."

"But Mekkatorque, the bald great craftsman of Gnomeregan, has already solved the ninth question, and His Highness the Prince has even solved the last question. That question is too terrifying.

Not to mention thinking about the answer, I can’t even understand the question!

Come on, I copied it down for everyone to take a look at! "

Outside the Temple of the Spark of Wisdom in Ulduar, a lot of noisy little people gathered together and chatted. They usually held drawing pens and problem papers in their hands, and some mechanical gnomes brought in slightly bulky punch-in calculations. device.

At this time, they were passionately discussing some topics that the heroic spirits responsible for protecting them could not understand at all, such as the titan energy conversion equivalent formula, the mechanical three-effect loss law, and the muscular brains that were warriors in life and became heroic spirits in death. The words are almost like a heavenly book.

Even some of the taller and rounder Heroic Spirits fell asleep after hearing this.

Of course, this is not because the dwarfs got crazy and came to Odu'ulli to hold a mathematics conference. The main reason is that they are responsible for opening the door of the Wisdom Spark Temple closed by Mimiron, in order to try to end the terrible "doomsday" that will blow up the continental shelf. "Decisive Battle" system.

But as a guardian of wisdom, Mimiron chose to go into self-exile in a completely different way from other guardians whose minds were filled with voids.

It does not use violence, but adopts intelligent means.

It leaves twelve engineering-related questions on the energy node door of the Spark of Wisdom. Just enter all the correct answers to open the laboratory door.

This sounds simple, but currently all the temple gates except for the Spark of Wisdom have been breached by Odin and his heroes, except here, which is still impregnable.

It is said that the King of War ran over to take a look at the problems, and then directly chose to give up the attack and hired dwarfs to solve the problem.

It’s euphemistically called “The Trial of Wisdom.”

As a result, the gnomes and mechanical gnomes did not disappoint the Lord of War. They sent a group of their smartest people to challenge and solved eleven problems in less than two hours.

But whether it was Gelbin Mekkatorque, the bald and clever craftsman, or Prince Erazmin, who had completed the mechanical transformation, they were all stumped by the last question.

The mechanical gnome pirate Trixie, who was responsible for assisting His Royal Highness the Prince, ran out wearing her wasteland captain's hat and asked the mechanical gnomes to quickly bring over the ultra-fast calculator that Mechagon was developing to help the prince solve the problem. Then she copied it. The title of the last question was announced to all dwarfs present.

His Royal Highness obviously hopes that all the heroes will work together.

But the problem is that after the topic was announced, the Sparks of Wisdom front room, which was noisy just now, suddenly became silent.

Kelsey Steelspark, the dwarf agent commander and senior engineer of Gnomeregan, with a pen and paper in hand, gaped at the question in front of her.

A few seconds later, she covered her eyes in frustration and despair and said:

"What the hell is this? Have I played with guns so much that I'm so stupid that I can't even understand the question?"

Her complaints quickly won the approval of other dwarfs, and soon someone shouted loudly:

"That thing looks like a bunch of gibberish to me. Hey, Trixie, are you sure you copied it correctly? This looks like something that is completely impossible to solve."

The dwarfs started making noise again, and this noise soon attracted a group of mortal warriors who had just defeated a guardian lady with a big stone cat.

Old Dai Lin came over and took a look. He looked at the questions hanging in front of the dwarfs. After a few seconds, the admiral rubbed his chin, showed a very professional attitude and said to Muradin beside him:

"This knitted pattern is very beautiful. I heard my youngest son who studies art say that this pattern seems to be called 'Salas traditional abstract style'."

"Yeah?"

The old dwarf who was drinking glanced at it, nodded with deep approval and said:

"It's really pretty. It would look great as a sweater."

The words of these two ignorant old guys immediately caused a group of dwarfs to cast a collective look of contempt.

But contempt is contempt, and the dwarfs have no good solution now. This is just solving problems, not slashing people with swords. There is no such thing as mathematics.

If you can't, you just can't.

The cruel reality plunged the dwarfs into unprecedented silence. At the darkest moment of this intellectual contest, a mechanical dwarf with an unspectacular appearance who was hiding on the edge of the crowd suddenly raised his head and sneered twice.

He pushed his modified mechanical brain, stood up, and roughly pushed away the idiots who were blocking his way. He said loudly in a cold voice that made the mechanical gnomes very afraid:

"Waste! They are all waste! This is not the way to solve this question! You have not understood the meaning of Lord Mimiron at all. The question of this question requires seven twelfth power conversion to get the correct answer.

In essence, it is just a comprehensive test of the introductory knowledge of Titan Engineering. Haha, it seems that after I left, the entire scientific and technological development of Mechagon has come to a standstill.

What a disappointment! "

"you!"

This sound made Trixie jump up from her spot in fright. She pulled out the coil gun from her waist and pointed it at the strange mechanical dwarf, shouting:

"Are you Mechagon?"

"Yes, that's me. You should call me 'Your Majesty', you rude fellow!"

"Mechanical Ghost" King Mechagon ignored the erect coil gun at all. He sneered and walked towards the blocked problem solving room in front of him, sarcastically saying as he walked:

“Your ship is indeed nice, but that’s all.

Stupid and mediocre wisdom is not worthy of appearing in this sacred place of origin, and you inferior wisdom are not qualified for mechanical pilgrimage.

Now, get out of here!

Idiots, it seems that I have opened this last door, ah, Ulduar, the holy land of machinery, the eternal destination of all wise men, here I come! "

Amidst harsh laughter, King Mechagon strode into the sealed cabin in front of him. After a suffocating ten minutes, the door to the spark of wisdom that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly opened.

For a moment, the dwarfs looked at me and I looked at you.

The wisdom of mortals has passed the test of the guardian of wisdom, but they don't know whether to cheer or not.