The design that the gnomes came up with at the last moment was a light armor, which was completely opposite to the goblin design.
However, Mekkatorque's introduction was far less concise than Black Solo's. The various complicated and convoluted engineering terms made everyone present feel dizzy. In the end, Buddy could only adopt another strategy.
"Both parties have come up with their own designs. Although there are some flaws, the Dark Blade Consortium is willing to give you a new opportunity. In three days, the second round of bidding will be held here, and important generals will come to evaluate your designs.
Design, I hope you can fix your mistakes in a short period of time..."
Buddy glared at the trembling Heisuo:
"Cherish your last chance!"
Myra also picked up the conversation at this time. With a gentle smile, he said to the dwarfs:
"In addition, in a week's time, there will be a bidding meeting for the design of the ground track in the black iron area. This is completely civilian technology, so I hope that both sides can send outstanding talents to participate. In addition, I just got the news that Thailand
His Majesty Ryan will allocate a generous amount of funds as the start-up capital for the newly established Engineering Masters Association."
The Blood Lord played with the ring on his finger and whispered:
"Mr. Blackso and Mr. Mekkatorque are both very outstanding engineering masters. I very much hope that they will take the initiative to submit applications. The Dark Blade Knights have always believed in the power of collective and technology, and you, your wisdom, are our
The most important wealth and treasure."
"Then that's it, the meeting is over now!"
Buddy Moore threw away the gavel in his hand and left the venue under the protection of several death knights. Engineer Blackso, who was disgraced by Mekkatorque, gritted his teeth and stared.
Glancing at the cheering dwarfs behind him, he walked out and gritted his teeth and said to his secretary:
"3 days! Time is enough. Invite all the goblin engineers we can get! I can lose, but goblin engineering can't lose! We can't lose this money either!"
"Look at him, he looks like a dog with his spine broken, hahahaha"
Oversback stood on the table and mocked Hesso as he left. Beside him, the members of the Artisan Parliament were also smiling. Regardless of the original intention this time, at least in this engineering contest between the two sides, the dwarf won.
.
"I'm leaving, Overback."
Amid cheers, the great craftsman said to the white-haired dwarf:
"I'm going back to Gnomeregan. What you said makes sense, but I still can't pass my own test. Maybe going back to rebuild our city with my own hands can make my heart calmer."
"You can't go, Mekkatorque!"
Overback grabbed the big craftsman's hand and said to him:
"We need you! Hesou can't give up. The next time he comes will definitely be a goblin engineer who is stronger than him. You are right, Mekkatorque, I can't deal with them. I can't do it alone."
The white-haired dwarf reached out and took the hand of the dwarf councilor beside him, and whispered:
"We have to unite together to fight against the goblins. This is just the beginning. Soon the ideas of dwarf engineers will sweep the world. Isn't this our dream?"
"But I...I still..."
Mekkatorque looked at his hands, he had never been so confused, and a few seconds later, a gentle voice sounded behind Mekkatorque:
"Mr. Gelbin Mekkatorque?"
"Um?"
The great craftsman turned his head and saw the smiling Blood Lord Myra looking at him. This made the dwarf subconsciously take a step back, and then heard Myra say:
"I know you have concerns, and the reputation of working with the undead is not good, but I hope you can look at all this with the rational attitude that an engineer should have. Do humans and dwarves really represent justice? Are the undead really inherently evil?
No, you only saw the surface."
The Blood Lord knelt down and made his eyes level with Mekkatorque's. He said sincerely:
"Tyrion has appreciated your wisdom more than once, so I hope that before you make a decision, it is best to walk around the area we control and use your own eyes and what you see to make a real decision.
Correct comment... In addition, the Parliament of the Defias Federal District has been very worried about something recently."
"They can't find suitable teachers to teach the children and young people under their rule basic knowledge so that ignorance can be driven away from their lives. I remember that this is also what the dwarfs have been advocating, so if you can
If so, I would like to invite you in a private capacity to a huge cocktail party in the Defias Federal District in four days' time..."
There was a glimmer of scrutiny in Myra's eyes, and he looked at the hesitant Mekkatorque:
"We will do our best to spread the power of knowledge. I believe that the leader of the dwarfs will not refuse such a supreme act of kindness, right?"
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"When you look at this weird world, it is not difficult to find that in some corners of this world, there are some truths that people have to ponder."
In the King's Hall in Ironforge, Tyrion picked up a written letter, folded it, and put it into an envelope. Next to him was the Death Lord Rogelio, the silent and trustworthy Death Lord.
, will temporarily become the interim governor of Khaz Modan, responsible for handling the affairs left by Khaz Modan after Tyrion leaves.
"I know you are curious, why do I value the timid dwarfs so much?"
Tyrion leaned on the throne and hooked his fingers at his old friend, who threw a small wine bottle over. It was cold blood wine, a drink that has been very popular among the undead community recently.
The Dark Blade King took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then said to Rogelio:
"It's actually very simple. You see, there are so many races and so many lives in this world. You can easily find a large group of illiterate humans and rough dwarves. Even in Quel'Thalas, there are some who are not very good.
A naughty elf who is willing to learn knowledge, but let me ask you, Roger, have you ever seen an illiterate dwarf?"
Rogelio frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"I have seen very few dwarfs, and the one I know best is Ella. Judging from Ella's performance, the learning ability of gnomes is indeed amazing, and they value knowledge very much. I have seen Ella secretly learn more than once
Read those obscure books in the library of the Dark Temple, even if she has no use for them."
"Yes, this is the strange thing about dwarves. Their pursuit of knowledge is engraved in their bones. There are hundreds of thousands of dwarves in Gnomeregan. I can guarantee that you will not find a stupid guy. If there is really one,
The Creator, then when he made the dwarfs, he must have adjusted the intelligence of this race to the highest limit that life can bear... Gnomes, the seekers and custodians of knowledge, in my opinion, these little men who are keen to share knowledge,
It appears with a certain mission.”
Tyrion waved his finger and said to Rogelio:
"They are what we need most. I need them to share their knowledge with the common people, those humans, those dwarves, and other races in the future, and use the light of wisdom to dispel the darkness shrouded in those ignorant hearts.
We can destroy the world with swords and fire, but to rebuild it we must rely on the power of knowledge."
As he spoke, Tyrion picked up a book, which was in the library of Ironforge. He put it in his hand, opened it, and said while reading:
"Knowledge is power, and the timid character of the little men also prevents them from causing some troubles. From this aspect, dwarfs are simply the race I want to lead in my dreams. Of course, they are not suitable to be soldiers.
..I will not send these precious resources to the battlefield."
"The moment the fire of wisdom is lit on the road and burning brightly, the king and the nobles will know... They have lost, and they have lost miserably! Of course, this will take time."
Tyrion seemed to be completely immersed in the history recorded in the books. When he saw some wrong records, the corners of his mouth would always twitch. After a moment, Rogelio said:
"In my opinion, the biggest problem with Khaz Modan is not the dwarves or dwarves. Those fleeing dwarves ran deep into the Coldridge Valley and blew up the only mountain road. This mountain is too high. Even the Crow People
It is difficult to find the way to Anvilmar Fortress in the cold storm on the top of the mountain... It is simply unrealistic for a large army to pass. How are we going to deal with those dwarves?"
"This is your problem, Roger. You are the governor, you are the boss. Now it is your turn to find a way to solve the problem."
Tyrion did not raise his head or provide any advice. He just looked at the book in his hand quietly and said softly:
"I think you have enough ability to deal with them, but if you think it's too troublesome, you can just throw them there. The dwarves all have the same idea and blew up the mountain road. We really can't get in, but they
Don’t even think about it... They are just a group of guys in captivity. Instead of worrying about them, it is better to worry about the dwarves in Ironforge... They are the real big trouble."
"Dwarves are different from gnomes. They are naturally aggressive and stubborn. The influence of royal power in this race is more serious than that in the human kingdom. There is no one in Ironforge who is as dedicated as Van Cleef. To be honest, I am a little
Don't know what to do with the dwarves of Ironforge."
Rogelio said: "For this difficult problem, maybe they should be integrated into the army."
"No!"
Tyrion shook his head:
"Civilians are civilians. I don't want civilians to appear in my army. Maybe you can solve this problem more creatively... and your misunderstanding is... dwarves don't like tranquility, they like noise and conflict.
, they are natural warriors... So if you want them to cooperate with you, you have to find an opponent to fight, an enemy to conquer, a dragon to kill... That's it."
The Dark Blade King returned his attention to the book in his hand and said softly:
"You may say that Ironforge is monolithic, especially after facing the conquest of the undead, they will collectively jump up to resist us. It doesn't matter. Since there is no contradiction, what you have to do is to create contradictions...Go to Mai
La, move 100,000 Dark Iron dwarves to Ironforge, and let us see whether killing their king makes them hate more, or whether they hate the centuries-old enemy more."
"You have to know that it's not just common enemies that can unite people, but the power of hatred can also be used appropriately."
Rogelio's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Once a conflict breaks out and blood is shed, they can't go back. While the two parties are fighting, we only need to play the role of mediator...or better yet, we will end it ourselves. You are really a genius in planning wars."
, Tyrion!”
"Well...well, let me take it as a compliment...just do what you have to do, my Mr. Governor."
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At the same time, in the Anvilmar Fortress in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley, Muradin Bronzebeard, who had just woken up from the weakness of a serious injury, sat silently on a chair, holding in his hand the hand handed to him by Kurdran Wildhammer.
The necklace given to him was his brother's necklace, which was a symbol of Ironforge's royal power.
Muradin also knew that this necklace was the necklace that the first dwarf king carried around his neck when he woke up in Coldridge Valley. It contained many secrets. It was said that it was related to the mystery of the origin of the dwarves.
This determined and powerful dwarf warrior sat alone in his room. The flames of the fireplace were burning, making the room very comfortable and warm. But there was no warmth in Muradin's heart. He had lost his brother. He had lost his brother.
He lost everything in his own country.
The very finely polished horn helmet was thrown aside by him, and the weapons that never left his body were thrown casually on the ground. Muradin held the ancient necklace with both hands, and his eyes were filled with deathly silence.
The fleeing dwarves all gathered in the Cold Ridge Valley. The mountain roads leading to the outside world had been completely blown up. As an excellent commander, Muradin knew very well the terrible encounter the Bronzebeard clan was facing now. They could not rush out. They
He will be imprisoned forever in this iceberg and snow until the orthodox Bronzebeard bloodline completely withers.
"I'm not strong enough..."
Muradin struggled to stand up. Every time he moved, terrible pain would be felt all over his body. He rushed out from the strangulation of the two death lords. Muradin had exhausted all his strength. He knelt on one knee in front of the beating fire.
, he put the necklace in his hand against his heart, and as the flames beat, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm not strong enough...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"I will fulfill your unfinished mission, brother...I will lead my people to survive. The bloodline of Bronzebeard will not be cut off here. I swear..."
"Brian! Open the secret chamber of Anvilmar! Let the shamans prepare the ritual of earth communication..."
