"Information coming from all directions has shown the current situation!"
On the second day after the banquet, in the combat command room of the Ironforge military zone, facing the dwarf generals and marshals wearing armor and carrying weapons, Danas looked at the map of Khaz Modan on the table in front of him.
On it, draw a big X.
"The undead have accumulated two legions of heavy troops in the area bordering the Wasteland and Thelsama. Obviously, the northeast is their main attack direction, and the fortress on the front line of Khaz Modan is very lonely. There is only one legion there.
And so far, the undead in the direction of Stormwind City have not made any move to increase their troops. They are spreading suspicion in the past. Obviously, they want to drag part of our power to Khaz Modan forever!"
"How cunning, isn't it?"
Danas looked at the dwarf generals around him. He threw the drawing pen in his hand on the table and shouted loudly:
"But they encountered a more dangerous opponent. Two days later, we will kill this undead fortress! Drive them out of Khaz Modan completely, and then fight them in Thelsama!"
"We can kick their butts this time!"
Dwarf Marshal Berim Golden Hammer waved his fist and shouted in a thunderous voice:
"A battle with Ironforge's steam tank troops on the plains? Ha, our torrent of steel will crush all the undead in front of us!"
"Crush!"
A group of dwarf war maniacs chanted this word, and the atmosphere in the war room was extremely heated. It has to be said that the dwarves' single-minded style sometimes makes people have a headache, but in this situation facing the threat of war, a group of dwarves
Having tough dwarves who never know how to give in as your teammates will definitely make you feel more at ease.
Of course, Danas was not blindly excited, although whether it was the agents of MI7, the assassins of the League of Assassins, or the ranger scouts of Quel'Thalas, the information gathered from all aspects supported his plans for
There is speculation about the outcome of the war, but looking at the map of Khaz Modan in front of him, the human general always has a lingering uneasiness in his heart.
His perceptual thinking told him that under this seemingly normal strategy, the undead was hiding a conspiracy that he had not yet discovered, but his reason told him that in such a decision involving the fate of a country, he could not use perceptual reasoning.
thinking as the basis for judgment.
He is a seasoned veteran commander. For him, war is always very simple. He has to get enough intelligence, understand the actual situation on the battlefield, and understand the enemy's movements, rather than looking at the war according to his own random thoughts. This is excellent.
Quality, which has won him many victories in the past...
"Anyway, send more scouts and send out everyone we can use!"
Danas said to his lieutenant:
"During these two days, we will monitor the movements of Khaz Modan, Stormwind City, and the Desolate Lands all the time. If there are any changes, you must tell me immediately!"
"As you command, General!"
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And just as Ironforge's military zone was advancing intensively for two days, while Khaz Modan's undead army was attacking, on the other side of the huge underground city of Ironforge, outside the Explorer's Hall, the Artisans
Deep in the area, many dwarf and human miners are also busy here.
In front of them was a huge underground hall with many pillars supporting the place. It looked as grand as a palace without painting.
On the calm ground, there are two huge semi-circular black holes, which are big enough for a giant dragon to fold its wings and walk in. There are many complex instruments arranged around the smooth and smooth holes, and even
Under the hole, complicated rails and steel brackets are also used to support the entire space of the cavity so that it will not be directly destroyed in an earthquake.
In the original design, these two adjacent huge holes and the entire empty hall attached to them were the underground rail system starting from Ironforge and leading directly to Stormwind City. This kind of underground transportation looks very cool.
The system was designed by the best dwarf designers at the request of the royal family of Stormwind City.
In an ideal plan, the journey from Ironforge to Stormwind City, which is thousands of kilometers long, would pass through mountains and ridges underground, forming a linear railway line, and would only take 30-45 minutes to reach. This is definitely Azeroth.
It is the fastest means of transportation in the history of civilization, and its prototype is the aerial rails in the dwarf city of Gnomeregan.
Although few people have visited the dwarf technology city, to be honest, this is actually a very complete technology.
The Wrynn royal family, which was rebuilding the kingdom at the time, hoped to use this convenient underground transportation system to connect itself with Ironforge, so that it could use the resources and business system of the dwarves to quickly restore Stormwind City.
It became prosperous. Frankly speaking, if Tyrion and his Dark Blade Army had not appeared, once this railway track was completed, the economy of the Kingdom of Stormwind would quickly jump to a higher level.
Unfortunately, all is lost now.
The undead have occupied Stormwind City, and they are now planning to attack Khaz Modan. As long as the dwarves have their minds right, they will not continue to dig this underground tunnel that is about to be opened, just like what King Magni said
, although it is wasteful, but now in order to ensure the safety of Ironforge, they must blow up this underground tunnel before the undead discover and use it.
"But if we want to blow it up, it's not that simple. Foreman John, you are one of the most famous architects in Gilneas. I believe you can understand our difficulties."
The person fully responsible for this matter is the "Idle Prince" of the Bronzebeard royal family, Brian. Bronzebeard, the honorary president of the Adventurers Association, often uses some explosives in some troublesome archaeological processes, and archaeology
It is a very delicate job. Once there are too many explosives, even just a little bit, it will directly lead to the destruction of precious cultural relics.
Therefore, Brian is theoretically an expert in playing with explosives, and sending him to take charge of this matter can be regarded as a business link. At this time, His Royal Highness the Prince is wearing his iconic archaeological uniform and a wide-brimmed hat, looking at the person behind him.
A well-mannered black-haired human wearing a pair of sunglasses was talking about this big project.
Facing Brian's inquiry, the foreman known as "John" smiled implicitly, narrowed his beautiful light blue eyes, and said softly:
"Of course, I can completely understand the concerns of my dwarf friends. To blow up two such large tunnels at once, the explosives used can almost blow up the entire Greymane Wall. This is a very dangerous move.
What's more, this tunnel was dug through the main ridges of Khaz Modan and Redridge Mountains. Any unprofessional blasting may damage the mountain structure, with the most serious consequences..."
Foreman John shrugged and showed a playful smile to Brian:
"The most serious result is that after a big explosion, the internal rocks that fall off due to the vibration may directly destroy one-third, not two-thirds, of Ironforge, so this matter is best left to the most responsible person.
Let professionals do it.”
"Yes! That's right, professional matters should be left to experts!"
Brian took off his wide-brimmed hat and stood in front of the dry and dark tunnel. While fanning himself, he glanced at Foreman John next to him, who was wearing similar clothes to the butlers of the nobles. He said in a deep voice:
"So among the 23 experts who came from the entire northern Xinjiang, we finally chose you. You and the workers under your command are definitely no worse than the best dwarf artillery in understanding and using explosives. By the way, listen.
Said you had joined the army before?"
"certainly."
Mr. John said politely:
"I could have stayed safely in the town where I was born and served my lord, but in the end I was inspired by the Alliance and joined the legion commanded by Marshal Lothar. Oh, by the way, now we are going to call him
"Your Majesty," in short, I have been to the Burning Plains, and I have personally seen the orcs defeated by us. The workers and I were also my former comrades-in-arms. We lost a lot in that war, but we also...
..I also learned a lot.”
Mr. Foreman was silent for a moment. Where Brian didn't see it, a trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, fleetingly. He looked back at the dwarf:
"Give us 2 days, we will arrange enough explosives in the safest place of the tunnel. In addition, there may be some vibrations during the construction. After all, we have to cut through the rocks and bury the explosives into the mountain. I hope this
It will not affect the daily lives of our dwarf friends."
"No, alas, I hope this damn war ends soon."
Brian Bronzebeard spat unluckily at the tunnel in front of him. He turned around and was about to leave. However, after a moment, he turned back and looked at the silent foreman. He asked curiously:
"This is my private curiosity. If you don't mind, Mr. John, can I know the name of the company you served in?"
This question made the foreman silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he took off his monocle and looked back at Brian with a warm smile on his face:
"I served in...B Company."
"Oh, Cool! Heroic Company! I've heard the story about B Company."
Brian Bronzebeard grabbed his hair and thought for a moment, then put his left fist on his chest with a serious look:
"veteran!"
Foreman John shrugged, made the same gesture, and responded:
"Always loyal!"
The two laughed, turned around and said goodbye. Watching Brian disappear at the end of the road in the craftsman area, the expression of foreman John, who had been smiling just now, became calmer. Behind him, the team members wearing workers' uniforms quickly gathered.
Coming over, John did not look back, but whispered:
"Mainson, set up road signs. Others will provide cover and build soundproof barriers as quickly as possible... That weird dwarf may have begun to doubt us."
"Shakeen, don't blame me for refuting you. He is just an ordinary dwarf no matter how you look at it. He is not a brilliant warrior or a weird mage. Are you sure he can see through our bodies that have been activated by dragon blood?"
The death knight in the team whispered something, but what he received in return was John J. Keshane's indifferent gaze, and he said word by word:
"No matter who you serve, remember the code of conduct of Company B. We...never gamble on luck!"
"Let's get to work!"
On the other side, Brian walked back to the explorer hall suspiciously. He greeted the familiar dwarf archaeologists. Everything was going smoothly today, but Brian Bronzebeard couldn't calm down in his heart. What should he do?
He was absent-minded about everything, and even when he was learning the obscure Titan language alone, he lost interest in learning because he was upset and angry.
"No, no, something is wrong."
Brian held his head and howled, his mind was in a state of confusion.
There are always some people in the world who are special. Their specialness cannot be seen from their appearance. Maybe they are just farmers who work all day long, or maybe they are assassins who live in the darkness. In short, those special people have an amazing talent. They
I can always feel the danger coming in advance, but I can't explain the reason clearly, and I can't explain the reason. It's just a hazy idea.
But once those thoughts about the future arise, it will prompt them to respond, whether they want to or not.
And Brian Bronzebeard, this carefree-looking dwarf, from the day he joined the Explorers Association to the present, he has wandered in countless ancient tombs and experienced countless dangers, but he has always been able to escape danger.
If you just attribute this to luck, it would be a bit too bizarre.
So there is no doubt that Brian is the kind of guy who is extremely sensitive to danger, but maybe he doesn't even know it.
"Panjiao! Hilda! Hilda. Panjiao!"
Brian shouted to his personal assistant at the top of his lungs. Soon, a female dwarf with braids ran over holding a stack of documents. Brian roared at her with a trace of unknown anger:
"Help me find some things...the design of Stormwind City's subway, the inventory of explosives, information about the foremen who were recruited, and, by the way, B Company. Give me all the information about B Company."
Bring it!"
After a while, a large pile of documents was placed in front of Brian. The height of the documents was almost as high as his height. The old dwarf threw his wide-brimmed hat aside, grabbed the materials in front of him, and flipped through them.
While staring with bloodshot eyes:
"No matter what you are...I'll find you! Old Brian never admits defeat!"
After reading the discussion among the brothers, in my opinion, the power of magic is very powerful and amazing, but the problem is that magic belongs to a few people, while technology, represented by dwarfs and goblins, represents fantasy engineering.
It is a power that truly belongs to everyone... It does not mean that I intend to tear everything down and start from scratch, but to use the power of fantasy technology to make up for the weaknesses... Also, please note that this is a fantasy technology tree, do not always bring in real technology
, the dwarfs and goblins have already invented stupid bipedal combat robots without even reaching the top level of petroleum fuel technology, but the actual technology is obviously not yet able to do this...
