In the cleared city of Gnomeregan, a small robot equipped with caterpillar tracks, a flashing red police light on its head, and making noisy sounds quickly rushed across the road covered with gravel and blood stains. This little guy just
As if it were afraid of not attracting attention, its harsh sound echoed back and forth in the empty city.
The troglodytes, who relied on sound to hunt, were quickly alerted, and black shadows rushed from all over the place towards the noisy warning robot. When they realized that they had reached their target, the dwarf in the central control room of Gnomeregan
The craftsmen immediately controlled the robot and rushed to the easternmost part of the city, where there was a large closed room that had been opened.
It was originally a warehouse used by the dwarves to store mechanical materials, and it should be considered the most valuable asset of Gnomeregan. But now, when the entire dwarf kingdom is facing a fatal threat, the dwarfs have shown a great spirit of sacrifice.
Prepare to set up a trap in that place to get rid of these invading troggs at once.
"Seven of the 35 warning robots were destroyed, and the rest rushed to the warehouse with the attracted monsters."
Gelbin Mekkatorque, the dwarf master craftsman, sat on his mechanical chair, moving up and down in the central control room, observing the monitor screen in front of him. This thing was full of a certain rough beauty. When it was running, the steel
Sparks were constantly shining on the rivets of the structure, and there was a strange sound, as if the thing would explode in the next moment.
But in fact, it runs very well...at least in the eyes of the gnomes, this is considered normal.
"Click"
The great craftsman reached out and pressed the edge of his cool engineering goggles. The next moment, the communication of consultant McNeil Thermaplugg who was far away on the front line was connected. During the radio transmission, two people
The wisest brains among the dwarves are exchanging the details of this adventure plan, which is like PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.
"Listen to me, McNeil, those monsters may arrive in the area you control in 5 minutes. Are the radiation bombs ready?"
"Zizzi... The largest bomb is enough to destroy all the radiation water tanks in Dongcheng District at once. The high temperature will evaporate the radioactive water. Coupled with the parameters of the illuminator we just adjusted, it is enough to form deadly radiation rays!"
McNeil's voice with a hint of excitement reached Mekkatorque's ears, and he screamed in the sharp voice unique to the dwarf:
"We will evacuate after planting the bomb, Mekkatorque, will the people evacuate? This thing will fill a third of the city with deadly radiation!"
"Most of the 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'll be there for you! Good luck, my friend."
The great craftsman hung up the communication. He opened the black lenses of his goggles and stared at the screen in front of him with his eyes shining with wisdom. Below the split screen, in this control room full of "technological style", he was proficient in calculations.
The dwarf craftsmen are quickly calculating the arrival time of the troggs to direct the evacuation of the frontline craftsmen.
"Ouch!"
The first frantic roar sounded in the dead city of Gnomeregan. The dwarf craftsmen hidden above the warehouse peered down at the empty hall below, chasing the troggs who came to warn the robots from various places.
Under the illumination of the light, their shadows looked so ugly and scary. As more and more troggs rushed into the warehouse, the originally confident dwarf craftsmen also became
Got to feel anxious.
"We underestimated the number of these monsters!"
McNeil, the consultant who directed the dwarf blasting operation on the front line, scratched his hair irritably. This consultant was already very old. Before Mekkatorque became the great craftsman, he was a big figure in the gnome group. There are many people in the Council of Craftsmen.
A very high reputation.
Now, he was facing a bad situation. According to the estimates of the dwarfs, the number of troggs attracted this time might be around 3,000, but the hall below was already crowded, and there were new ones from time to time.
The troggs rushed into the warehouse, and they fought wildly together. The scene was extremely chaotic, and their number far exceeded 3,000.
"The radiation bomb detonated according to the original plan is not enough to kill so many monsters!"
Thermaplugg looked back at the sticky bomb suspended in the darkness by a pulley and painted with a green skull emblem. He gritted his teeth, picked up a tool box from under his feet, and looked at the other dwarf craftsmen who were looking at him.
explain:
"We must modify its parameters and fill it with more explosives to be able to kill these monsters at once!"
"But Mr. Advisor, we have repeatedly planned the explosion range of the sticky bomb. Once its explosion power is increased, more radioactive water tanks will be detonated, which will undoubtedly threaten the mechanical trails closest to us.
Compatriots who are taking refuge! Even the central command room will be enveloped in the radiation range."
A gnome craftsman retorted:
"We can't play with the lives of our compatriots!"
"But if you can take out more monsters at once, don't forget about it, boy!"
McNeil stretched out his finger and tapped the dwarf craftsman's chest. He said in an unquestionable tone:
"I am the commander on the front line, you just need to listen to me! If we can rely on this explosion to save our city, then even if a compatriot unfortunately dies, it is still a great sacrifice! We must respect the interests of the majority of people!"
"But the great craftsman is still insisting in the central command room!"
The young dwarf craftsman was still unwilling to obey: "We must at least discuss it with him."
"Oh, kid."
A hint of ferocity flashed in McNeil's old eyes. He patted the young dwarf on the shoulder in a calm tone and said softly:
"I know Mekkatorque best. If he can save our people by sacrificing himself, I believe he will not refuse such a glorious death in battle... But what you said makes sense, so it's up to you to contact him."
The young dwarf breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he turned back to look for the communicator, McNeil behind him suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the dwarf off the platform above the warehouse.
"Ahhhhh!"
The dwarf let out a panicked scream, and he waved his hands in the air in vain. However, all he saw was the cold and heartless eyes of the parliamentary adviser. At the moment before his life came to an end, the young man suddenly remembered
A nonsense rumor.
It is said that McNeil Thermaplugg was only one step away from becoming the great craftsman of the dwarves, and he ambitiously wanted to become the first king of the dwarfs in the 400 years since the founding of the dwarf country... But the Council of Craftsmen noticed that
McNeil's ambition, so he supported Mekkatorque to check and balance him. After suffering a failure, McNeil became obedient. He worked closely with Mekkatorque, the great craftsman, and became the most trusted person of the great craftsman.
consultant.
Now it seems that this obedient consultant has probably never given up his ambition... No wonder he took the initiative to apply to plant bombs on the front line, he had already planned it!
Mekkatorque, the High Tinker, and those innocent compatriots will become victims of Macnair Thermaplugg's dark ambitions!
"Zizzi..."
The communicator of the great craftsman far away in the central control room suddenly turned on, startling the great craftsman who was immersed in calculations. The next moment, a shrill voice sounded in his ears:
"Thermaplugg betrayed us...Run! Ahhh!"
The young dwarf who fell into the group of monsters shouted the last words, and then was torn into pieces. This last warning made the great craftsman's scalp numb. He pushed away the dwarf craftsman who was manipulating the monitoring screen in front of him.
The master grabbed the joystick and shifted the screen to the direction of the machinery warehouse. What Mekkatorque saw was McNeil, who was waving a wrench, forcing the dwarf craftsman to modify the bomb parameters and fill it with explosives.
The consultant who had caught the final plan for the rebellion turned around with some feeling, looked at the monitor not far away, a malicious smile appeared on his old face, and he made a very rude gesture towards the monitor.
gesture.
"It's over!"
The great craftsman with cold hands and feet took a few steps back. As a mechanical genius, he could undoubtedly calculate the new radiation radius from the shape of the modified bomb, which would directly cover two-thirds of the entire Gnomeregan!
"Quick! Let the compatriots on the mechanical trail move! Quick!"
The great craftsman shouted to the craftsmen around him:
"McNeil has gone crazy, it's no longer safe there!"
"It's too late, Great Craftsman, Thermaplugg has reached the end of his modifications to the bomb, and he will detonate it at any time!"
The craftsman who operated the mechanical gates in the city was sweating nervously. He shouted:
"There are 50,000 people on the mechanical trail! It's too late to move!"
"Then seal that place!"
The great craftsman gritted his teeth:
"The gate there can resist radiation rays for a short period of time, seal it! Let our compatriots know..."
"boom"
Before the great craftsman finished speaking, a dark green light exploded on the split-screen monitor in front of him, and then the entire underground city trembled in the explosion of this super bomb. The detonated sticky bomb
The super strong shock wave detonated one-third of the city's radiated water pipes, and the green sewage full of invisible threats was evaporated in an instant.
The next moment, all the illuminators in the city that had been raised to the highest frequency were turned on. In the scorching temperature and the shining of specific light, the fog gathered to form an invisible green light, like a sharp sword waving in the air, sweeping across
Passed two-thirds of the city.
The scorching temperature and extremely dangerous radiation killed thousands of troggs gathered in the warehouse in an instant. They didn't even remember to scream, but in the trembling city
In the sky above, a modified aircraft struggled to maintain its balance. At the port window of the aircraft, McNeil Thermaplugg looked contentedly at the city below that was completely shrouded in green mist.
A glint of pride flashed in the rebel's eyes, and he whispered:
"There is no doubt that I will become the hero who saves all dwarfs. Poor Mekkatorque died in a monster attack. His contribution to the dwarfs cannot be denied, but after encountering such a terrible disaster, there is no doubt that...
The weak council of craftsmen can no longer lead the gnomes forward...the gnomes need a king!"
"A wise king...a king who can continue to lead them forward after the disaster. The Alliance? Bah, we don't need the Alliance. Under my leadership, the dwarves will occupy all of Dun Morogh and drive the greedy dwarves away."
Drive out of Khaz Modan, and this will become our kingdom!"
The rebel, who was addicted to narcissism, turned his head and said to the dwarf craftsman driving the aircraft:
"Send a message to my compatriots and tell them to seek refuge on the ground. I, McNair Thermaplugg, will succeed Mekkatorque and continue to fight underground for our race!"
The dwarf craftsman who was forced to rebel looked unhappy, but the gun held to his head forced him to follow McNeill's instructions. However, at the moment when the modified aircraft passed through the radiation area, the dwarf craftsman
The teacher looked at the ground, and his eyes suddenly widened.
"No! Those monsters... they're not killed! They're running away towards the steam hall! Oh my God!"
"What did you say!"
McNeil's brain almost crashed at this moment. In his anxiety, he pushed open the closed porthole in the cabin and looked out. On the ground below, groups of troggs emerged from the radiation.
The city rushed out, and their bodies were stained with dark green radiation dust, making them look ominous and fluorescent in the light.
The bomb and the radiant beam did kill a lot of troggs, but unfortunately, the remaining ones were not killed. When the Titan Guardians created the troggs, they added too many creatures to the creature.
The template allows them to evolve very quickly, and now, this super adaptability allows the Troggs to survive the deadly radiation.
The disaster of the dwarfs... not only has not abated, but has intensified.
"This is impossible! This does not match our calculations!"
Thermaplugg screamed. In his heavy breathing, an inaudible green radiation gas was inhaled into his body. He took a hard step back and sat on the ground, rubbing his heart in pain.
moaned:
"Uh... uh, I feel, I feel a little... uncomfortable..."
Tyrion: Blade of the Dawn will be online after four chapters! It’s great to occasionally tell side stories~ By the way, the new version of the map is really trying to persuade you to quit. Regardless of the initial map of the Alliance or the Horde, it’s the kind of place where you’ll get lost if you enter it.
Well... the last time I felt this way was in the Blackrock Depths version...
