After Ella left with a victor's smile, the entire Council of Craftsmen experienced a brief silence, and then started chattering like a group of disturbed ducks.
"This is despicable coercion! Despicable!"
"We should explain this to our dwarf friends!"
"But Ella is right. If you think about it carefully, we have indeed served the dwarves for free for many years..."
"That's because they protect us from harm! That's the deal! That's the deal!"
"Then why are there still frost-bearded trolls invading New Artisan Town from time to time? Yesterday they stole more than a dozen boxes of food. The dwarves have not fulfilled their responsibilities."
"Maybe there is some truth in what Ella said."
"But the undead are all bad guys, big bad guys. They massacred the entire Stormwind City and Khaz Modan. We can't become bad guys like them."
Screams like this came one after another. Ella was right. The dwarf race is very smart, but the price of being too smart is that it is easy to think wildly. Without a strong enough character to support it, this kind of intelligence will only evolve into a war called "fear".
"Disaster.
Unfortunately, most dwarves do not have a tough character... They are a group of cute and out-of-the-box little guys, neurotic and timid. Their first reaction when facing a threat is often to retreat. Otherwise, according to the current technological level of the dwarves, they can
The race that invented flying machines and steam tanks would not even be able to deal with the frost-whiskered trolls around Khaz Modan, whose strength had weakened to the point where they only had one mountain fortress left.
Hundreds of years ago, the alliance between dwarfs and dwarves may have been more about looking for a "protector", and dwarves with their straightforward, powerful, and resolute personalities can also form the most benign complement to dwarfs.
But the problem now is that when the dwarves' rule in Khaz Modan was destroyed, the dwarves who lost their protectors faced an awkward choice, either to boldly fight against the undead, or to join them.
After Gnomeregan, the only mechanical city that could protect the gnomes from harm, was destroyed by the radiation disaster, the gnomes seemed to have no other choice.
"Hoo, ho"
A green-haired dwarf soldier pushed open the door of the parliament. This sudden move interrupted the quarrel among the MPs. The soldier looked at the big craftsman who was slumped in the chair, with no trace of fear in his cute eyes.
...
"The undead are coming! They are marching along the mountain road of Khaz Modan towards the new Tinker Town. There are many of them. There are also crows and terrifying bone dragons carrying bombs in the sky. Gnomeregan Secret Operations Agents
We have gathered together, but no matter in terms of numbers or fighting spirit, we are at an absolute disadvantage, great craftsman, you must make an idea!"
"Where's Kelsey?"
The great craftsman stood up, looked at the soldier with a pale face, and asked, "What did Kelsi say?"
"Chief Kelsey is very pessimistic. She asked me to tell you that no matter what, the secret agent will fulfill her mission and obligation to the race. When necessary, she will detonate all the hidden mines buried in the mountains, but this
It may not be able to stop the undead."
There was undisguised fear on the soldier's face, which was normal. When facing the notorious undead, even dwarves would be afraid, let alone dwarfs who were as timid as rabbits.
The Kelsey that the great craftsman said was the only military force in Gnomeregan before it fell. It was called a secret operations agent organization. Its leader died in the disaster of Gnomeregan. Now
The temporary commander is a female dwarf agent with beautiful red hair. Her name is Kelsey Gangshuo. She is one of the few dwarfs who has a bold character and likes to take risks.
"It's really bad. It seems the undead don't want to wait any longer."
Mekkatorque, the great craftsman, is a little frustrated. He is a qualified leader. If he can, he is willing to do whatever it takes to save his people. But under the current situation, the greatest inventor also feels that he is at his wits' end and is struggling to attack.
After leaving Khaz Modan, the first move the undead made was to move towards the gathering place of the gnomes, which fully demonstrated the importance they attached to the gnomes and their will.
Obviously, if the dwarfs make the most determined resistance, then what they are about to encounter may be the swords and guns in the hands of the undead. Anyway, after being resurrected, the dwarfs will still have to contribute their outstanding wisdom to the King of Dark Blades.
"There is also bad news, great craftsman, and fellow congressmen."
The messenger of the secret agent secretly glanced at the faces of the dwarf leaders in front of him. He clasped his fingers together and said in a voice similar to a grunt:
"Ms. Ella is calling on the people in the center of the town. The news of the undead's arrival has been spread by her. She declared that only by actively joining the Dark Blade Legion can the survival and meaning of existence of the gnomes be guaranteed. Many panicked civilians have been
After being attracted, more and more people are joining her, and Chief Kelsey applied to arrest her."
"Ella Magic Thread, under the current circumstances, she is undoubtedly an unstable factor."
"But she's also a hero from the past!"
Another dwarf councilor said loudly: "There is still a statue of her in the town, recording her contribution to the race. Every surviving dwarf knows the story of Ella. Once we capture the past heroes in full view of the public,
, maybe the people themselves will get into chaos."
"And you may not be able to catch her yet."
The great craftsman waved his hand with some disappointment, signaling the messenger to leave:
"Tell Kelsey to withdraw the agents. The dwarfs have suffered enough losses. We don't need to bury the last warriors. By the way... help us invite Ms. Ella here. Just tell us.
I have something important to talk to her about."
The messenger turned around and left with some sadness, and the atmosphere in the room became dead silent. Everyone knew that the smartest among them could not come up with a solution. Perhaps, it was time to bow to the cruel reality.
Ten minutes later, Ella returned to the parliament house, but she did not come back alone. Behind her, followed a white-haired dwarf. Judging from the robe he wore, he was a real master craftsman.
A member who is eligible to join the Council of Craftsmen.
"Overback, my friend!"
When the great craftsman saw the white-haired dwarf, he screamed. He rushed over and gave the dwarf a hug: "We all thought you were dead, in Ironforge."
"It's so nice to see you again."
Master Craftsman Overback showed an awkward smile. He secretly glanced at Ella beside him, and then said dryly to the old friend in front of him:
"Undead... no, the Dark Blade saved us. Not only me, but all the dwarves in Ironforge are alive. They are now being sent to our "new home"."
"New home?"
Mekkatorque glared at Ayla fiercely, and then looked at Overback:
"The dwarf's home is in Gnomeregan, and we will not leave, remember? Brothers, we swore at that time that we would regain our city!"
"Yes, we will restore it."
The white-haired dwarf master was a little uninterested. The long-distance transmission made him a little depressed. He looked at the craftsmen and councilors with different expressions around him. He took a deep breath. Encouraged by Ella's eyes, he walked to
At the round table, pick up a badge and place it on the table.
It was a silver-white badge with the city logo of Gnomeregan on it, a mixture of gears and screws, and in the center of the badge was a small Broken Blade logo. However, compared with the other flags of Dark Blade, this logo was much smaller.
It seems a bit compact, and the originally mighty broken blade has also been changed into a mechanical shape.
"Those undead, we all know that they are coming towards New Artisan Town, but they are not here to kill us."
Oversbach clenched his little fists and said to the others:
"They were invited by Ella and I to help us clean up the cavemen in Gnomeregan. They came to help us recover the city. Yes, the dwarves will still live in Gnomeregan in the future. This is
Our eternal home, but in exchange, the wisest and most creative elites among us will go to Shadowforge City in the Burning Steppes to continue our career there."
"Shua"
The silver badge was pushed towards the center of the table, and Overspark continued:
"I know that some of you will call Ella and I traitors, say that we deserve to die, and even escape from the ray gun to kill us. I can understand this, but on the third underground floor of Shadowforge City, the newly built super
In the large laboratory, I did see the future promised to us by the Dark Blade. They need us, brothers and sisters, they don't want us to be slaves, believe me, they need our wisdom."
"So, what did that tyrant Tyrion say to you?"
Behind Overback, Mekkatorque clenched his fists, suppressing the anger of being betrayed by his friends, and shouted loudly:
"What did he show you? What kind of ecstasy did he give you?"
"No! I didn't even meet him! Mekkatorque, my friend, I just saw his plans."
When the white-haired dwarf faced the accusation, his face turned red and he shouted loudly:
"I saw those plans, written by Tyrion himself. In the future, the southern land of Xinjiang will be covered with rail lines designed by us. The steam locomotives passing by will carry the supplies and various commodities needed by the people on the rails.
Traveling up and down the world, every family will have its own electric light, the sins of the night will be driven away by the power of technology, and electricity will bring about a new world, a better world, a future designed by us."
"Aircraft will be used for civilian travel instead of war. The idea of hydroelectric generators will become a reality on that land. People no longer need to travel on horses. Remember our previous shelved idea? Made by machinery
A new generation of powered vehicles, mining machines will replace miners, farmers will be liberated from heavy farm work, and the existing world environment and living conditions will be completely changed!"
"To hell with the steam tank, our invention will no longer be used in war! We will change the world, with our wits! With our hands!"
Oversbach's voice became sharper because of his excitement:
"I'm tired of assembling battlefield weapons for dwarves. I want to use my wisdom to develop new robots that fascinate me. And I already have my own laboratory, my own apprentice, and myself in Shadowforge City.
Research funds! A total of 300,000 gold coins! He gave me the future and redefined technology. I was intoxicated by his whimsical ideas. The future supported by technology he described has never appeared in my wildest fantasies.
Pass!"
“The most important thing is!”
"Bang"
The master craftsman punched the table, then grinned and waved his hands, but this funny gesture did not affect Oversbach's excitement. He opened his hands and shouted:
"The most important thing is that the future is not a fantasy, it is achievable! My logic tells me that it is not a trick to fool children, it is real! Everyone, I saw the future! With my eyes! Follow me
Get up! Join the carnival of technology together!”
"I need you! I need your wisdom!"
The crazy Oversback reached out to the others in a sincere tone, and this speech also stunned the dwarf councilors present. They were more willing to believe Oversback than Ella, because he was once
One of them is trustworthy.
Now, Oversbach's attitude showed them the advantages of another choice, but people are always like this, they never really believe something unless they see it with their own eyes.
"I want to see it!"
The female congressman who had spoken for Ella before broke her silence. She looked at Overspark and gritted her teeth and said:
"I will not express an opinion until I see it with my own eyes. This is about the future of the dwarf race and our people, and it should not be decided by us!"
"Yes, Morse is right!"
"I think so too. Maybe after I see it, I can expose your trick!"
Finally, in the midst of the commotion, Great Craftsman Mekkatorque stretched out his hand to silence everyone. He stared closely at Overspark and Ella, and asked in a deep voice:
"Can you guarantee that our inventions will not be used to fight war?"
Ella and Overspark looked at each other, then shook their heads unwillingly:
"I can't guarantee it, because Dark Blade not only invited the dwarves... but also those crazy goblins, and the most terrible thing is that the annual research funds are shared by both of us... In short, let's go to Shadowforge City first.
