It was identified on several missing important people.
The most likely ones are the original king of dwarves, the great craftsman Mekkatorque, or Varian Wrynn, the blood descendant of the Wrynn family who left Northern Territory a few years ago and the orthodox heir of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
If Mr.
However, in the Federal District, the identity of Mr.
, the guesses of those scholars in the empire were indeed correct.
Gelbin Mekkatorque, the original leader of the Gnomeregan Council of Craftsmen, when the dwarfs of Gnomeregan fell to the Federation, Mekkatorque tried to stop it all, but in the end after weighing the pros and cons,
, he maintained a tacit attitude towards the dwarfs' choices, and in the initial business dispute between the dwarfs and the goblins, the great craftsman also helped his compatriots.
But only that one time...
At his core, the High Craftsman is a nostalgic. He does not hate the current in-depth cooperation between the Federation and Gnomeregan. He is also optimistic about the cleanup and recovery of the Mechanical City, but he hates the undead.
, although he thinks the current system of the Federation is great and perfect, he still hates the Dark Blade camp that started the world war, and hopes to return to the peaceful days of the past.
From this point of view, Mekkatorque, the great craftsman, still has some romantic spirit deep in his bones.
But Mekkatorque is a thoroughgoing democrat. He will not force other dwarves to be as wary of the Dark Blade as he is. After resigning as the leader of the Artisan Council, Mekkatorque repeatedly rejected the Federation Council and the Black Iron Region.
At the warm invitation of the Congress, he was unwilling to use his wisdom to serve the Dark Blade's war, but he was very concerned about the development of various civilian technologies. He also had the title of honorary director of the Federal Engineering Society.
In the current engineering circle of the Federal District, Mekkatorque is considered an idler, but every paper he publishes in his spare time will directly trigger a big discussion within the entire circle... In other words, even if he is idle,
At home, this smart and bald dwarf is still considered a "man of the hour".
But the important knowledge contained in his wise brain also caused him some unnecessary "trouble".
When another dwarf master craftsman, Oversbach, faced a king of the empire, he swore that scientific researchers like him were protected by federal law, and when necessary, federal military power
They even thought he had been harmed and immediately launched a war. This expressed the federation's protection for these important figures, but it also showed from the side that these researchers were being monitored.
Mekkatorque's wisdom is too "dangerous". In this era when engineering has just started, he can change the engineering level of a force by himself alone. Because of his unwillingness to serve the Federation
, due to his lofty status in the engineering circle, even the Governor of the Black Iron Region, Myra, had to deal with this "hot potato" properly.
He "protected" the great craftsman and placed him in a semi-imprisoned state on the edge of the Black Iron Zone. He did not prohibit him from limited communication with the outside world, but whether he went out to relax or participate in certain activities, Mercator
Ke will inevitably be accompanied by at least one Death Lord, as well as the agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency hidden beside him.
When the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency learned that the Empire was preparing to rescue an important figure, Mekkatorque was properly transferred to another place before the operation began...
That is the core area under federal rule, and it is also the area where Dark Blade has the strongest garrison in southern Xinjiang... Stormwind City
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"Clang, bang, clang... woo! woo!"
The collision of wheels and rails, the whistling of the whistle, the bad smell of burning coal, and the black smoke deep into the sky. On the mountain road leading from the barren land of the Black Iron District to the East Valley area, a black steam train is moving quickly
, on both sides of the railway track, you can also see some curious farmers riding horses and following the train.
The enthusiastic and curious young people would shake their hats towards the train as if to say hello to the steel monster.
This new type of transportation, which was successfully developed just last year, will attract a large number of civilians to watch every time it sets off. This is a truly new thing. Common people may not understand the changes that fast-moving trains will bring to their lives, but
Amidst the speed of the locomotive and the buzzing of the whistle, they can always vaguely feel the power of civilization moving forward.
As one of the most important studies in the Black Iron Region, steam locomotives received strong support from the Federal Parliament immediately after the success of the research. The first railway track from the East Valley to the Black Iron Region was laid three months ago.
And now there are three railway tracks being laid simultaneously from the Western Wilds to the Dusk Federation District, from the Redridge Mountains to the East Valley, and from the Dusk Federation to the developing New Gilneas District.
In the official factory of the newly established train management agency in the Black Iron Region, the first batch of 20 steam locomotives are being manufactured. It is expected that in two months, the Federation will have a set of rail lines connecting the major ruling regions.
In Stormwind City's urban planning agency, designers who have received large orders are designing a complex set of transportation lines covering the entire federation for the federal parliament.
According to Speaker Van Cleef's ambitious "Big Construction Plan", in the next 10 years, the Federation will have an ultra-long railway line from the Cursed Land directly to the northernmost city of Lordaeron. The original horse-drawn carriages will be completely eliminated.
Our civilization will enter a new era of "praising the new" amidst the hum of steam locomotives.
This first steam train running on the land of Azeroth was named the "Federal Mission". It has one train every morning and evening, departing from Darkfurnace Station and Eastvale Station respectively. Since it is a trial model, it
The power is small and it can only pull 5 fully loaded carriages at a time, and it also comes with an additional passenger carriage.
But even so, the materials and journey time it takes for one operation are at least three times higher than the previous carrying level.
However, from the East Valley to the Black Iron Zone, you have to pass through the Redridge Mountains across the continent. Logically speaking, it is very difficult to lay such tracks through the mountains, but this is Azeroth, this is a magical world.
In this world, there are many, many ways to easily open a straight tunnel at the bottom of a mountain. Believe me, for the Dark Iron Dwarf excavation team, this is not a big problem at all.
At this time, in the passenger compartment of the Federation Mission, the great craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque, wearing casual clothes, was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the "Engineering and Technology Weekly" in his hand, as if he was in a storm
The core guy, the big craftsman, was not nervous or angry. On the contrary, he had a very heartless attitude, while drinking tea and reading with relish the famous goblin tinker Gates's article on "Function".
Beside him, Cordana and Marais, the seventh-level agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, walked around silently in the shadows, performing their missions vigilantly. The two young ladies would secretly glance at the big craftsman from time to time.
The weekly magazine in their hands, and the strange symbols and devices printed on the opened pages, seemed to them to be almost like a heavenly book.
On the sofa opposite Mekkatorque sat the Blood Lord Myra. He was going back to Stormwind City to report on his duties. He was also the Death Lord who protected the great craftsman. He also found a book to relieve his boredom during the boring journey...
It was a magazine that specifically introduced how to maintain skin under various circumstances. The author was a female "scholar" with the pseudonym "Blood Rose". Of course, many people knew that it was actually Lu, the commander of the Hellfire Chapter.
Pen name of Minas.
"I asked, can I stay in Bei County for a few more days this time?"
After reading the paper, the great craftsman felt as if he had eaten the most delicious meal. He put down the science magazine with satisfaction, picked up the tea cup, looked at Myra opposite, and said in a sharp voice unique to a dwarf:
"The air in Shadowforge City is too bad. I still want to live for a few more years, at least until the day when Gnomeregan's mechanical gear computer is successfully developed."
"Um?"
Myra raised his head, looked at the big craftsman, and said jokingly:
"If you want to recuperate, I recommend you to go to the Nagrand Grassland in Draenor or the Shadowmoon Sea. The scenery in those two places is very beautiful. It is said that after a while, there will be gladiators organized by the orcs and ogres.
The tournament is the most famous event in the world of Draenor, and now even the gladiator team from Azeroth is rushing there."
"Oh? Gladiator competition?"
The great craftsman let out a joyful laugh. He scratched the sparse hair on his head, then picked up the biscuit on the table, took a bite, and nodded:
"Sounds good, then please help me book a ticket...eh."
Before Mekkatorque finished speaking, he saw a fist-sized creature peeping at him next to the biscuit box on the carriage table. This made the great craftsman subconsciously rub his eyes, thinking that he had seen
Wrong, he made a confused nasal sound, and then he saw the little thing that looked like a slender and skinny poacher raised its front paws and made a vivid motion to silence him.
And in the claws of the miniature poacher, there was a emblem of the Lordaeron Empire. The moment he saw this emblem, Mekkatorque's eyes changed. At that time, the blood lord did not feel any strangeness.
Turning his head, he looked at Mekkatorque:
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"Uh, no, I mean, is there any soda in this car?"
Mekkatorque's expression did not change. He looked at the Blood Lord with a funny expression unique to a dwarf:
"Hey, I'm really thirsty. Can you get me a glass of strawberry juice?"
Myra shook his head. He knew that the dwarfs were all more or less neurotic, so he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he snapped his fingers. A high-ranking knight guarding the edge of the carriage immediately turned around.
I walked towards the mechanical refrigerator at the back of the carriage, which was the only "enjoyment" in this simple carriage.
On this side, under Mekkatorque's faint gaze, the strange, purple poacher with two feathers on its head, hidden on the edge of the cookie box, threw in the small note balled up in its claws.
In the biscuit box, and then just as it appeared, it quietly disappeared into a faint smoke on the table.
The great craftsman looked around with his nimble eyes, then pretended to take biscuits, sandwiched the note between two biscuits, and took it out.
While he lowered his head and gnawed on the biscuit, he spread out the note with his nimble fingers that could assemble 20 gears in 10 seconds. There were only two sentences on it.
"Grab the most valuable thing in your hand and count three times silently..."
After seeing the first sentence, Mekkatorque subconsciously grabbed the suitcase placed aside. It was a treasure he never left behind. It was filled with all his engineering design drawings and engineering-related information in the past few years.
Prospective research, as well as some research materials printed from the Black Iron District Big Library.
Then the dwarf looked at the second sentence...
"Now...get down!"
"Bang"
Under the silent gaze of Myra, two high-level agents, and the 15 high-level knights in the entire carriage, Mekkatorque jumped up from the sofa, and then like a hen guarding the nest, he held his hand
He hugged Xiang tightly in his arms and lay on the ground.
At the same time, the steam locomotive of the Federal Mission also made a sharp whistle and roared into the last large tunnel in the Redridge Mountains amid the billowing black smoke. The light in the entire carriage dimmed at this moment.
In an instant, the fog...the strange dark fog seemed to tear apart the space, filling the entire carriage in an instant.
The sword light, shining with silver light, sprang out from the shadow. Unexpectedly, the four high-level knights were stabbed by the daggers mixed with holy silver. Between the sound of the weapons colliding, it was like
A vigorous symphony sounded, a man wearing a gray cowboy hat, leather hunting jacket, buckskin combat boots, and a combat knife on his waist, holding two shining silver revolvers in his hand, and one in his mouth.
The figure with the lit cigar also walked out of the shadows.
The moment she saw him, Myra entered a fighting state, the cold blood mist dispersed, and the Blood Lord stared at the figure who had disappeared long ago...
"Mathias...Shor!"
Faced with Myra's vigilance, Shore shrugged his shoulders. The next moment, he swung the special revolver in his hands. In a low and slightly crazy voice, the roaring storm of bullets filled the entire roaring carriage.
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"It's not Shaw...it's the Avenger who returned from hell..."
