Facing the silver-tongued goblin, the indifferent Lu Helmet did not speak. Although he was impressed by the power of the hot weapons, Lu Helmet knew very well that it was never the weapons that really determined the outcome of the battlefield, but the soldiers who mastered the weapons.
Therefore, he is in no hurry to add more firearms to this joint force.
He wanted to see the quality of these soldiers on the battlefield of Tanaris first, let them receive training, and make them familiar with the fighting mode of insects. Staghelm's thinking has always been very clear... The battlefield that really determines victory or defeat has always been
None of them are in Tanaris.
And the expulsion war that is about to begin is just the "appetizer" for the war against the bugs.
Staghelm turned around, turning a deaf ear to the goblin's noisy propaganda, while the Wither Patriarch standing behind him looked at the goblin arms dealer jumping up and down with a playful look.
When the fire was attracted, Moyana approached Heisuo, and she asked softly:
"You are from the Federation...I am curious, does the great lord allow you to sell such a powerful weapon to us?"
"Powerful? No, no, no, it's not powerful. Its manufacturing technology is outdated in the Black Iron District. It's driven by human power... Gee, if I take this thing to a Black Iron trade fair, I'll be
Those bastards are laughing to death. And if you use such a "grinder" to deal with the "Hellfire" cannon that has just been installed in the Dark Blade Legion, you are simply courting death!"
Heisuo shrugged and said calmly:
"With all due respect, these things behind my back are just waste. You see, I am a candid businessman, so I very much hope that my candidness will allow you to bring me more orders..."
Moana stopped talking, but when passing by the goblin, the patriarch whispered:
"Thank you High Lord for me... We need these "scrap" very much now. And, cunning goblin, are you interested in becoming the arms dealer of the wither? I need you to make some special ones for our druids,
Weapons that fit their fighting style, I think, shouldn’t this go against your business principles, right?”
"Huh? A monopoly arms dealer?"
A trace of greed flashed in Heisuo's small eyes, but in the end his rationality made him shake his head with difficulty:
"I'm very willing. I don't have any business principles, madam, but for this kind of thing, I have to make a report to the Black Iron District Business Federation... It will take time, but after you finish killing the bugs, I will be happy to do this.
Let me talk to you in detail. BlackSoft Technology is very powerful and we have an exclusive firepower research laboratory. Believe me, no matter what you need, we can make it for you!"
Moyana smiled and stopped talking. The Patriarch raised her head and looked at the soldiers of all races who were undergoing brief firearms training on the wide training field in front of her. She suddenly let out a long sigh:
"Mr. Hesso, based on your knowledge, do you think the army in front of you can defeat the bugs?"
Standing on the wooden box, Heisuo lit a second cigar. The goblin who made a huge profit from this order casually said:
"I haven't seen how the bugs attack, but I think that equipped with the sophisticated weapons I provided, you will definitely win. It's just a matter of how much price you pay."
"What about Dark Blade? What if Dark Blade comes to fight this battle?"
"Dark Blade?"
Heisuo curled his lips:
"I guess it only takes one war group to bulldoze the worms in Tanaris. The worms in Silithus may be more troublesome. It may take 3-4 war groups. Tsk tsk, just take the Hellfire that the war group has just installed.
Take the machine gun as an example, that thing can fire 3,000 rounds of ammunition per minute, has an effective range of 850 yards, is motor-driven, and only requires one infantryman to operate it."
The big arms dealer snorted:
"Take the situation in Tanaris as an example. It only takes 10 Hellfires to bombard them wildly, and the bugs can't even think of breaking through the firepower network. And they have more than 10 units. The bugs... the bugs multiply.
No matter how fast, can the bullet assembly line in the Black Iron District produce bullets as fast as they do? No matter how many of them there are, how can the war group reserve more crystal bombs?"
"Anyway, I think that the current Dark Blade Legion is no longer used to fight opponents like the Human Empire or insects. Humans want to fight back to the Eastern Continent? Unless the Dark Blade voluntarily gives up, even the entire Kalimdor
If all the living people come together, they have no chance at all... But who can guess the big lord's thoughts?"
The black-hearted goblin businessman who made money by selling murder weapons was like a poet at this moment. He flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand, wiped the luxurious jewelry ring on his finger, and then turned to look at the patriarch beside him:
"Anyway, my mission here is over, ma'am... Next time we meet, I hope you and your new friends will prepare enough money. There won't be any loss-making "support" like this one next time.
.”
"I am essentially a businessman, and I don't like to always do these businesses where I lose profits."
Black Suo jumped on the shoulders of the troll bodyguard. He waved his black hat towards Moyana, and then left the training ground with more than a dozen boxes of heavy gold coins.
Watching Heisuo leave, a trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Moyana:
"Actually, when it comes to dealing with bugs, it's more appropriate to let Dark Blade come in..."
"The dead cannot be killed again, but these living people may have gone to Silithus and will never come back... Tyrion, powerful lord, great man with great ambitions, what is going on in your mind?
What are you thinking about?"
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"Buzz, buzz"
In the dusk of the Western Wilderness, the wilderness dotted with large farms is covered with a bright curtain of light. After the new fertilizer industry was put into operation, the growth of the plants here is gratifying. The farms in the Western Wilderness have been experiencing booms for several years in a row.
It's a good harvest.
But at this time, in this open-minded sunshine and open air, some strange sounds, like the roar of wild beasts, sounded in the western wilderness. The dust on the road in the distance was flying, and it looked like a galloping beast.
It's the same as the storm caused by the crowd, but in fact, the dust is just because of a special "knight".
It was a slender knight wearing a black windbreaker, a strange helmet, and driving a "steel war horse."
It was a weird engineering instrument, with two thick wheels at the front and rear, wrapped in black rubber tires that the federation found on the islands in the South China Sea. On the streamlined body, there was a specially customized shell and a black iron zone marking the European
The star logo of Vosbach Technology Laboratory, and on the front end of this "steel war horse", is an extended, tall metal handle, and a headlight shaped like a roaring lion.
While the knight wearing the helmet kept twisting the handle, black exhaust gas continued to come out of the exhaust hole at the rear end of this high-speed galloping steel horse, and there was even a trace of cool sparks beating in the exhaust gas.
With.
Yes, this is a weird-looking motorcycle... It is different from the motorcycles that observers are familiar with. After all, this thing is powered by a large engine made of complex crude oil mixed with fantastic engineering technology.
Yes, that is a strange principle that observers cannot understand. In short, it can move and run very fast, and its shape is more tough and majestic.
If it were on another planet, this steel monster, which weighed nearly two tons and could even spit out flames in extreme speed mode, would never be allowed on the road.
But in this fantasy world, this steel creation full of steampunk flavor will be regarded as another great breakthrough in engineering.
"Click"
As the slender knight pulled the brake on the handle, the heavy steel horse let out a loud neigh, and then stopped steadily beside the waiting dwarf engineers.
Amidst the flying dust, Tyrion took off his helmet and threw it to the death lords who stared curiously. He shook his hair, then took a deep breath like a living person, and patted his back.
The outer shell of this silver-white steel monster gave a thumbs up to the engineering master beside him: Oversbach:
"Great motorcycles, I like them very much... Let's start with a few models suitable for young people, oh, by the way, and then make a slightly smaller one, just as a toy for children."
"Wow! Cool!"
Before Tyrion finished speaking, behind him, Luminas without a helmet jumped onto the steel horse, followed Tyrion's example and turned on the engine, and then her fiery red hair flew.
In the meantime, this crazy lady ran out as fast as she could, just like a shadow, and her sharp neighing could still be heard.
"Well, maybe they need a few cars for their collection, too."
Tyrion knelt down, patted the master craftsman on the shoulder, and asked:
"It seems that this is already a very mature technology. Is there any problem in entering mass production within a year?"
"No! Don't worry, boss."
The dwarf engineer made an OK gesture and said in his signature sharp voice:
"The "Thorium Brothers" forging car in the Black Iron District has opened a special motorcycle workshop, and a special module production line will be designed soon. Well, engine technology is indeed a big problem. The new engine
The design upgrade is estimated to take a year.”
"But after the new assembly line is completed, the cost of this thing will be reduced by at least half, and we are developing an upgraded version of this motorcycle. As long as we can get enough financial support this year, I can guarantee that this motorcycle will be like this in three years."
The cost is so low that even middle-class citizens of the Federation can purchase it!”
The dwarf became more and more excited as he spoke. He opened his arms and shouted:
"At that time, we can proudly announce that after the train, the emergence of the motorcycle will bring the fierce and tall war horse... one step closer to being completely eliminated!"
"Very good, keep working hard."
Tyrion shrugged at the excited Oversbach. He knew that what the cunning dwarf meant when he said these words was that he wanted to use his help to get more funding for dwarf technology, but this kind of thing was a big deal.
The lord is unwilling to interfere. The Black Iron Zone has its own operating model. As a great lord, he still wants to keep things even. Besides, now that Dark Blade has begun to let go of the development of the Federation, Tyrion is not willing to intervene anymore.
Hands go.
Therefore, he just said with some encouragement:
"Your motorcycle is great, I will pay attention to it."
After saying that, the high lord ignored the anxious dwarf, and under the protection of the death knights, walked to the carriage parked on the edge of the wilderness. The moment Tyrion sat down, the shadow figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
In front of him, Tyrion was not surprised by the arrival of this agent. He turned to look at the scenery outside the window and said casually:
"how's it going?"
Faced with this endless question, Shadow nodded slightly:
"Blackso's arms have been transported to the Shining Plains, and they have not aroused the suspicion of the so-called "Anti-Insect Front", but I am very doubtful that the High Lord, even if they unite, without the intervention of the night elves,
Can this loose force of humans, orcs, withered ones, and some greedy goblins really be able to stop the Qiraji coming out in droves?"
"This question of yours is too mean, Shadow."
The great lord supported his chin with his left hand, closed his eyes slightly and said:
"This is not a question of whether they can stop it. They must block it, otherwise they will only die. Under the pressure of destruction, they will naturally burst out with the greatest strength. It is like a game. They only need to
Once they get a high enough score, someone will naturally help them solve the remaining problems."
"Look, you and Luminas think that I am too kind to the empire, so now, let's give them a right to live test. If they fail, we don't even need to take action, they will be eaten clean by bugs
Jing, if they pass, I believe some of your dissatisfaction will be alleviated."
"As for the problem of the night elves, it doesn't matter. The Forgotten Kings have already begun to judge the Kaldorei civilization. To be honest, I don't care if those long-eared people will help. I am even happy to see them stand aside...
"
Tyrion crossed his fingers, and a strange light flashed in the high lord's ice-blue eyes. After a moment, he put a pair of slightly frivolous sunglasses on his face:
"I hope those lazy guys who have been idle for 10,000 years make mistakes. Only if they make mistakes, the referee can personally take the game off. I actually hate them, really... But now, I have to start my vacation."
"Let's wait until my vacation is over to talk about big things..."
