Two dwarf guards were patrolling the tunnels in the Artisan District with lanterns on. At this time, it was already nightfall outside Ironforge. Even the dwarves, who were famous for their energy, had mostly fallen asleep at this time, except for the generals. The blacksmiths in the forge are forging weapons and armor day and night to ensure the combat effectiveness of the soldiers on the front line.
In front of the craftsman area, some dwarf engineers, also led by the great craftsman Mekkatorque, were assembling some battlefield weapons for their dwarves and human allies.
Dwarves are small like dwarves. They are not as strong as dwarves. Therefore, the sharpest weapon of dwarfs is their outstanding wisdom. The mainstream war weapons on the battlefield in the Eastern Continent are all inseparable from dwarfs. Civilized Continent The prototype of the dwarf musket is the short-barreled pistol used by the dwarves in Khaz Modan to defend against the trolls. The steam tanks and aircraft, such great weapons, were also designed and produced by the dwarves.
It can be said that this short, neurotic, small race that likes fantastic ideas has single-handedly changed the war pattern in the eastern continent of Azeroth.
"I have never seen this thing before when I was fighting orcs. Look at this perfect outline. I guess this should be some kind of upgraded product of the repeating musket, right?"
Foreman John, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, was no longer as polite as before. He was now wearing a worker's uniform, bare-chested, and standing aside with a gray face, drinking water and chatting with the busy dwarf engineers. The dwarf... The happy race likes to interact with other people, and the dumber the person they deal with, the more they like it.
Faced with Foreman John's simple compliment, the dwarf craftsman with green engineering eyes nonchalantly tightened the screws with a wrench and said to Keeshan with a smile:
"Of course, the original repeating musket mounted on the steam tank was too heavy, so I thought, why can't it be made lighter while retaining its power, so that it can be mounted on an aircraft... An aircraft is better than a tank? There are more, they are light enough and fast enough, plus this kind of aviation cannon, think about it, humans, you fly the aircraft over the heads of the undead, you only need to pull the trigger, and the storm of bullets falling from the sky can hit them. A clearing has been plowed out on the battlefield in front of you, full of blood and mutilated limbs!"
The dwarf craftsman became more and more excited as he talked. He simply jumped on the workbench, waving his hands randomly, and described the future in his imagination to Keeshan:
"Flesh and blood creatures are too weak on the battlefield. A single bullet can send soldiers to hell. But machines are different. Machines are loyal, not afraid, and can perform various tasks perfectly. When you ask them to self-destruct, they will not If you hesitate for a second, the undead are not worth fearing! We dwarves have machines, so we are not afraid of them!"
"Oh, of course, machines, machines are the best, machines are the best, and I love them too."
Keshan looked at the free-spirited dwarf engineer in front of him with strange eyes. He raised his head, drank the last sip of water in the water glass in his hand, and then said to the dwarf in front of him:
"My boss will definitely like you. His ideas are exactly the same as yours. He also believes that... machines are the future of civilization."
"Well, although I have never met your boss, as a human, I have begun to like him. Although I will never leave Khaz Modan in my life, I will never see your boss, hahahahaha."
The green-haired dwarf engineer let out a nervous laugh, then jumped off the table and continued to do his own business. Keeshan glanced at him, shook his head, and said in a voice that only he could hear:
"No, you will meet him soon. I hope you will have a happy chat by then."
Just when Keshan returned to the subway tunnel, he saw two patrolling dwarf soldiers. Foreman John coughed lightly and shouted to the two patrolling soldiers who were hiding and drinking:
"Hey, my dwarf friends, you'd better not go into the tunnel because you're fooling around. We're buying explosives. You know, as long as there's a little spark,... BOOM!"
As he spoke, John threw the wine bottle in his pocket to the two dwarves. Without saying a few words, the foreman walked into the tunnel again, but he did not leave immediately. He hid in the shadows and watched secretly.
Outside the tunnel, after making sure that the two drunken drunkards had left, he stretched out his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked into the darkness.
Keeshan got on a temporary mining truck in the tunnel and soon arrived at the place where the workers were working. He jumped off the mining truck and said hello to his old comrade Karakel who was guarding outside the construction site.
He looked around and lowered his voice:
"How was it? Did it go well?"
Karakol was holding his pipe in his mouth, and his eyes at this time exuded a cold light in the dark night. Like other undead, he lacked emotion, but maybe it was because he didn't like to talk much when he was alive.
In response to Keshan's question, Karakel nodded silently, like a veteran, and said briefly:
"The dwarf miners have been disposed of and buried in the back."
"The positioning has been completed, and the people over there are digging..."
"Well, very good."
Keshan looked back and glanced at the extremely quiet tunnel behind him, and said softly:
"Our mission is almost completed. Move the sentry post a few hundred yards forward and don't let those dwarves disturb us."
Karakol nodded, but before leaving, he still asked:
"There is only one day left, is there enough time?"
"20,000 undead orcs, and 3 giant statues. If this still doesn't work..."
Keeshan snorted:
"They should commit suicide and apologize."
Before they finished speaking, the ground beneath their feet suddenly began to shake violently, like an earthquake, rattling the surrounding minecarts, but it only lasted less than 3 seconds before stopping.
"They are using the Colossus to open up the node, which is good... Judging from this vibration frequency, they are already very close."
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Ironforge is an underground city built in the center of the Khaz Modan mountains. Its entrance is set halfway up the mountain, and there is only a winding mountain road leading to the city. In other words, once the war comes, the dwarves only need to put down their
With heavy gates guarding this mountain road, there will be no large-scale enemies rushing into Ironforge.
But the Khaz Modan Mountains are a giant mountain range that spans the center of the continent. It is similar to the Redridge Mountains in the past. It stretches across the southern part of the continent and arbitrarily divides the entire continent into two. And in the Khaz Modan Mountains
On the other side is the wetland that was repeatedly contested during the Second Orc War. This area is connected to the Arathi Highlands and can be called the gateway to the core area of the Human Empire.
And if the memories of the observers have not faded, then they must remember that just over a year ago, when the orcs regrouped, a shocking incident occurred in the city of Grim Batol in the Wetland Mountains.
massacre.
At the end of the Second War, the Dragonmaw Orcs who drove the red dragons to fight occupied the abandoned underground city of Grim Batol that once belonged to the Wildhammer dwarves. In the massacre a year ago, except for the last moments,
, except for the group that followed the orc warlock Draka Shadowburner to escape from the city, the other Dragonmaw orcs were buried in this city.
After the massacre, these orcs were summoned by the undead, and their number reached 22,000. After the city fell, the six-person council of Dalaran's Archmage once came to Grim Batol. In fact,
It proved to be just a trap by the archlich Khadgar. In that battle, the archmages faced the joint attack of Khadgar and Gruul, the king of the undead gronn, and lost one of their members, Drandon.
Archmage.
But the cover of the mages was not fruitless. After they lured away the great lich, the red dragons broke into the city, drained themselves of blood, and rescued the dying queen. Then in extreme anger, the red dragons
They set fire to the city.
This is also the last news about Grim Batol... But in fact, in the burned city, those orc undead did not die with the city, and there were also those who were summoned to Grim Batol.
The War Colossi were not sent back to the cursed land... they remained in the dark underground. After Tyrion sent his army into Azeroth, they were awakened again like sleeping soldiers.
Continue to serve the cause of the Lord of the Dead.
"Bang"
The King of Undead Goron, whose body was made of flesh and steel, raised his fist. Under the dull gazes of the undead orcs, like a giant who created the world, he punched the huge stone blocking the road in front of him.
The power was unimaginable. The surface of the solid stone buried in the mountain was covered with cracks, and it waved another steel arm, and the ferocious armor-piercing awl hit the center of the stone hard.
Just like the scene of a cannonball explosion, the scattered gravel and the dust and stones falling from the top of the tunnel instantly buried the undead who were very close to it. If these were living people, they would definitely be dead in this kind of accident.
There is no life after death, but they are undead, and the undead will not die again because of the collision of stones.
After the boulders blocking the road were blasted, the undead densely packed in the dark tunnel took action again.
The tunnel in front of me was excavated from the underground of Grim Batol, and its general direction was towards Ironforge. Before the battle in Stormwind City, the tunnel had already been dug. It would be far away from Ironforge, plus
Troggs are spreading in Khaz Modan, so the sound of digging does not attract the attention of the dwarves, but the closer you get to Ironforge, the more careful you need to be when digging.
This is why Company B sneaked into Ironforge. On the one hand, it helped the excavators starting from Grim Batol to locate their direction. On the other hand, when the matter reached the end, it used a large-scale directional blasting to help
The undead's partial forces opened the way into Ironforge.
"The vibration just now cannot be concealed. From this distance, the Bronzebeards will definitely notice the noise underground."
The Death Lord Grokush, who was monitoring everything underground in Grim Batol, heard a deep voice. He did not look back. He knew who it was.
Behind him, a short death knight wearing black armor, holding a long-handled warhammer, and wearing a ferocious horn helmet stepped forward and stood side by side with Grokush. His voice was booming, with a hint of
A trace of undisguised sarcasm:
"Look at these orcs, they are clumsy even if they die. Your Gronns are pretty good, but the noise they make when digging with all their strength is too loud... Bronzebeards are not easy to fool. We are at least 130 meters away from Ironforge from this location.
Kilometers, if you follow this pace, you won't be able to finish it before they find out the clues."
"So, you came here just to pour cold water on me?"
The orc death knight sneered:
"Daglan Thaurissan, no matter who you were when you were alive, you are just a high-ranking knight now, so if you continue to laugh like this, I will throw you into the big forge in Ironforge. I heard
Everything can melt there..."
"No, powerful lord, I mean simply."
Death Knight Thaurissan let out a burst of hollow laughter. The sarcasm was so obvious that he said in a deep voice:
"The Darkforge Knights under my command can help you. As long as you dig further 30 kilometers, I can help you solve the remaining 100 kilometers within 3 hours, and I can also use a drilling machine to send your elite
Knights go to various places in Ironforge...You have to know that it is Bronzebeard's city, not much smaller than my Shadowforge City."
"To play with explosives and dig, the dwarves still have to do it themselves. Your methods are too clumsy."
Thaurissan's attitude was very bad. After this guy was recruited, the cruelty and distortion in his heart were magnified again, and Apocalypse was unwilling to swallow his soul, which caused the dwarf emperor's soul to be damaged as well. This kind of soul damage
It manifests itself differently in every knight, and in Thaurissan's case, it just makes his tone of voice even more annoying.
A complete nuisance.
"You are not such a kind person."
Grokush looked back at the Black Iron Death Knight. He looked at him with green eyes. Under the heavy horn helmet, those dark red eyes became brighter and brighter after the power of death.
