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Chapter 553 Zhagu Plan

Kaizi was suddenly moved by it!

Originally, the blood elves all rushed to the ground, but others rushed into the cave. They almost reached the core of the earth.

But after taking refuge in McDonald's, any time an arms order came out, the whole family would immediately take off in Wuhu.

Even though there are currently more than 30,000 blood elves, they can immediately transform into a high-status race.

This is no lie.

When it comes to magic level and magic technology, the blood elves are confident that they are two generations ahead of the average level of the alliance. The magic in Dalaran is all leftover from their play.

Anyway, humans have a group of cannon fodder who are not afraid of death. They are not afraid anymore. What do the blood elves have to be afraid of?

Kaizi immediately agreed: "Since the Lord thinks so highly of Xin'dorei, I will agree. How to do it specifically?"

"I know it's hard to leave your homeland, but building a giant humanoid mecha requires a lot of metal and other magical materials. How about you build a new capital with Yangfan Port as the core?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Kaizi nodded: "No problem."

We can no longer stay in Silvermoon City. Zujin ruined it all just to disgust the elves.

It needs to be close to the port and as close as possible to the original capital. This is the best choice.

Thanks to the natural disaster army, they did not deliberately damage Yangfan Port. Although some areas of the place were polluted, it can still be dealt with.

The Stratholme Engineer Corps drove the Lanxiang excavator extremely quickly, excavating the heavily contaminated soil, and transported it by barge to the neighboring island of Quel'Danas, where they cleared a clean area and used reinforced cement concrete according to the

Stratholme standard rebuilt port.

Originally, the elves were quite critical of such an 'ugly' port.

However, the poor elves have no human rights, and it is the uncle who provides the money. The beautiful elves can only spend time on their new city. Unfortunately, they are destined to be ugly. Most of the elf craftsmen died at the hands of undead natural disasters, and they lack stonemasonry.

During the restoration stage, there were not so many human resources for them to waste, so they could only make do with it and build an eight-story bunker covering an area of ​​10,000 square meters five kilometers east of Yangfan Port. This would be the new silver moon.

The inner city of the city.

The blood elves once again relied on Shenhao's funds to rise, and the alliance bosses felt strange.

The only person who raised objections, no one expected it to be the great dwarf craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque. This 80cm tall dwarf with a smooth strong man hair, as soon as he heard about the Gundam plan, he came from the dwarf capital of Novo that had not yet fallen.

Morrigan came in a hurry.

"When it comes to mechanical technology, how can we forget about dwarf technology? I have no problem with handing over magical technology to the blood elves. But why don't we think about the purely mechanical direction?" Gelbin used his sharp voice, like a machine cannon.

The condom theory hit McDonald's face. He talked about it for half an hour.

Throughout the ages, the cost of trial and error in technological research and development has never been low.

The more technologically advanced a new technology is, the more money it will cost.

It can be said that it is commonplace to misunderstand technological talent.

Trial and error is okay, but what about money?

Who dares to say which amount of money should be spent, which amount is thrown into the pit, and which amount should not be spent?

This is often a confusing account.

Mai was like a mirror in his mind. Of course he knew that it was much better than the goblin who had died ten thousand times.

Ever since they found out that someone like him, Mai, was rich, the bitches on the goblin side had not stopped their plans to defraud money. Through various channels, they bribed the internal affairs officers around McDonald and submitted various plans.

Take a look:

[Plan of planting snowdrops and icethorn grass in the Burning Steppes]... Oh my God, why don’t you plant sunflowers in Icecrown Glacier and transform the Maw into the Cathedral of the Holy Light?

[About the plan to reclaim the Palatine Bay and connect the Eastern Kingdom mainland]... Well, McDonald might be more interested in using goblin corpses to fill the sea.



Anyway, the dwarf side is relatively reliable.

MacDonald's only modification to Gelbin's plan was to insist that the research institute and testing ground be located in Ironforge, not Gnomeregan.

"Why? We have better basic research facilities in Gnomeregan." Gelbin was puzzled.

I'm afraid you will kneel down in the capital! Mr. Bald Craftsman!

McDonald said seriously: "There is no subway in Gnomeregan! All the high-grade ores needed to build giant machines must be imported. I can't transport the ore to Stormwind City, transfer the subway to Ironforge, and then transfer again.

A round of land transport to Gnomeregan, right? Isn’t this a waste of time?”

"Uh, this makes sense!"

The Dun Morogh region where Ironforge and Gnomeregan are located is covered with snow all year round, and the dwarf himself knows how pitiful his land transportation is.

Many times when the snow is thick or the ground is icy, heavy tanks or transport vehicles cannot drive, which is really a hindrance.

So, Gelbin happily took the initial investment of five million gold coins and went back.

He didn't know yet that because of this incident, he would be forced to relocate half of the research institute and transfer more than half of the outstanding craftsmen to Ironforge, but he escaped in disguise...

Just like that, two days later, the Alliance revealed that Stratholme and Gnomeregan were cooperating in a plan to build giant robots to fight against demons, named [Project Zaku]!

Outsiders can't understand what 'Zaku' is, and the specific content and investment amount have not been announced to the outside world. This does not prevent them from seeing the dwarf craftsman leading soldiers and subordinates, transporting gold coins from Stratholme box by box.

The Bronzebeard brothers looked straight.

Who doesn’t know that by taking orders from Stratholme, their own economy will take off?

This is a post-war period in which everything is waiting for improvement. The national power and resources that have been consumed by breaking bones are in urgent need of replenishment.

Magni couldn't sit still anymore, so he ran to Stratholme City on his short legs to be a guest (robber), and then happily took back a mysterious "Sky-breaking Plan".

For a time, all the big guys in the league were greedy.

So what if it’s the Stratholme Empire in the future?

Taking the opportunity to develop your own business and increase your strength is the right way to go.

Some and all, heads of state from all over the world were strolling over to McDonald's, making it so that McDonald's had not had a day off since the Haishan War.

Who is not the head of a country?

Although they all talk about investment, McDonald enjoys it!

The long-lost prodigal task was easily completed.

"Huh? Did I forget something?"

Early March, the beginning of spring.

When the old wolf king, like a border collie, knelt and licked the door with great sincerity, Mai finally remembered that there was another Gilneas that he had not dealt with.

"Your Majesty Greymane, you also know that if you directly convene a throne meeting, Gilneas's application will most likely be rejected. Seeing how sincere you are, Stratholme is bleeding a lot this time!" Someone Mai said as if it was true.

The same.

Gene burst into tears on the spot.

He thought that McDonald's would take over Terenas's policy and fight against Gilneas until he died.

To be honest, as long as McDonald refuses to let go, Gilneas will hang himself from the southeastern branch and hang himself outside the alliance gate for the rest of his life.

The old wolf king didn't talk nonsense, lowered his head heavily, and said an ancient Lung language in Lordaeron, which translated into: "From today on, Gilneas will follow the lead of Stansom."


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