Chapter 373 22. Simple Choice

"We can't agree!"

After Ella left with a victorious smile, the entire artisan council experienced a brief silence, and then chattered into a ball like a flock of disturbed ducks.

"This is despicable coercion! Despicable!"

"We should explain this to our dwarven friends!"

"But what Ella said is also true. Thinking about it carefully, we have indeed served the dwarves for many years for free..."

"That's because they protect us from harm! It's a deal! It's a deal!"

"Then why are there still frost-bearded trolls harassing New Artisan Town from time to time? They even stole more than a dozen boxes of food yesterday. The dwarves didn't fulfill their responsibilities."

"Maybe Ella has something to say."

"But the undead are bad guys, big bad guys. They slaughtered the entire Stormwind City and Khaz Modan. We can't become bad guys like them."

There were screams like this one after another, and 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 tough enough character to support this kind of intelligence, it will only evolve into a war called "fear." "The disaster.

It's a pity that most dwarves don't have a tough character... They are a group of cute and jumpy little people, nervous, timid, and the first reaction to threats is often to retreat, otherwise, according to the current technological level of dwarves, they can The race that invented flying machines and steam tanks would not even be able to deal with the frost-eyed trolls around Khaz Modan who were so weakened that there was only one mountain fortress left.

Hundreds of years ago, the dwarves and dwarves may have formed an alliance more in the role of looking for a "protector", and the dwarves, who are straightforward, powerful, and resolute, can also form the most benign complement to the dwarves.

But the problem now is that when the dwarves' rule in Khaz Modan is destroyed, the gnomes who lost their protectors are faced with an awkward choice, either to be bold enough to fight against the undead, or to join them.

After Gnomeregan, the only mechanical city that can protect the gnome from harm, was also destroyed by the radiation disaster, the gnome seemed to have no other choice.

"Hoo, hoo"

A green-haired dwarf soldier pushed open the gate of the parliament. This sudden move interrupted the quarrel among the councilors. The soldier looked at the big craftsman who was slumped on the chair, and his cute eyes did not hide the fear at all. ...

"The undead are coming! They are marching along the mountain roads of Khaz Modan, towards the town of New Tinkerers. There are a lot of them. There are also crow people carrying bombs and terrible bone dragons in the sky. Gnomeregan covert operations agents We have assembled, but whether it is numbers or fighting spirit, we are absolutely at a disadvantage, Great Craftsman, you must make up your mind!"

"Where's Kelsey?"

The great craftsman stood up, looked at the soldier with a pale face, and asked, "What did Kalxi say?"

"Officer 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 an undisguised fear on the soldier's face, which was normal. Even dwarves would be afraid when facing the famous undead, let alone dwarves who were as timid as rabbits.

And the Kelsey mentioned by the great craftsman was the only military force before the fall of Gnomeregan. It was called a secret operation agent organization. Its leader died in the Gnomeregan disaster. The interim commander of the gnome is a beautiful red-haired female dwarf agent named Kelsey Gangshuo, one of the very few dwarves who has a bold personality and loves adventure.

"It's too bad, the undead don't seem to want to wait any longer."

Great craftsman Mekkatorque was a little frustrated. He was a qualified leader. If he could, he would give everything to save his people. After going down to Khaz Modan, the first move the undead made was to move towards the gnome gathering place, which fully demonstrated the importance they attached to the gnomes and their will.

Obviously, if the dwarves make the most resolute resistance, then what they are about to usher in may be the swords and guns in the hands of the undead. Anyway, after being resurrected, the dwarves still have to dedicate their extraordinary wisdom to the King of Dark Blade.

"There is also bad news, Great Craftsman, and fellow councilors."

The secret agent's orderly took a peek at the faces of the dwarf leaders in front of him, clasped his fingers together, and said in a murmur-like voice:

"Ms. Ella is calling the people in the center of the town. The news that the undead are coming has been spread by her. She declared that only by actively joining the Dark Blade Legion can the survival and meaning of the dwarves be guaranteed. Many panicked civilians were killed The attraction passed, more and more people joined her, and Chief Kelsey applied to arrest her."

"Ella Moxian, under the current circumstances, she is undoubtedly an unstable factor."

"But she's also a hero of the past!"

Another dwarf councilor said loudly: "There is still a statue of her in the town, recording her contribution to the race. Every dwarf who survives knows the story of Ella. Once we capture the past heroes in full view , maybe the people themselves will become chaotic.”

"And you may not be able to catch her yet."

The master craftsman waved his hand in frustration, signaling the orderly to leave:

"Tell Kelsey to bring the agents back, the dwarves have suffered enough losses, we don't need to bury the last of the warriors, and by the way... help us get Ms. Ella here, just say, just say us I have something important to talk to her about."

The messenger turned and left sadly, and the atmosphere in the room became dead silent. Everyone knew that the smartest of 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 council house, but she did not come back alone. Behind her was a white-haired dwarf. Judging from the robe he was wearing, he was a real master craftsman. Eligible for membership in the Council of Artisans.

"Overspark, my friend!"

When the big 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 a pleasure to see you all again."

The master craftsman Overspark showed an embarrassed smile. He secretly glanced at Ella beside him, and then said dryly to the old friend in front of him:

"Undead... No, the Darkblade saved us, not only me, but all the gnomes in Ironforge are alive, and they are now being sent to our "new home"."

"New home?"

Mekkatorque gave Ella a hard look, and then looked at Overspark:

"The gnome's home is in Gnomeregan, and we won't leave, remember? Brother, we swore we would take our city back!"

"Yes, we will restore it."

The white-haired dwarf master was a little uninterested, and the long-distance transmission made him a little depressed. He looked at the artisan 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 badge with the city logo of Gnomeregan on it, interlaced with gears and screws, and in the center of the badge was a small Broken Blade logo, but compared with other flags of Dark Blade, this logo was much smaller. It looks a bit pocket-sized, 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."

Overspark clenched his little fist 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, gnomes will live in Gnomeregan in the future. This is Our eternal home, but in exchange, the wisest and most creative elite among us will go to the city of Darkforge in the Burning Steppes, where we will continue our careers."

"swish"

The silver badge was pushed toward the center of the table, and Overspark continued:

"I know, some of you will call me and Ella traitors, say we deserve to die, and even escape the ray gun to kill us, I can understand this, but on the third basement level of Darkforge City, the newly built super In the big lab, I do see the future that the Dark Blade promises us, they need us, brothers and sisters, they don't want us to be slaves, believe me, they need our wisdom."

"So, what did that Tyrion tyrant tell you?"

Behind Overspark, Mekkatorque clenched his fists, suppressing the anger of being betrayed by his friends, and he shouted:

"What the hell did he show you? What kind of ecstasy did he give you?"

"No! I haven't even met him! Mekkatorque, my friend, I've only seen his plans."

The white-haired dwarf turned red in the face of the accusation, and cried out:

"I read those plans, which were written by Tyrion himself. In the future, the land of southern Xinjiang will be covered with rail lines designed by ourselves. The steam locomotives passing by will carry the supplies and various commodities needed by the people on the rails. Every family will have its own electric lights, the evils of the night will be dispelled 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 in that land. People no longer need to ride horses to travel. Remember our shelved idea before? Made by machinery A new generation of transportation with power, mining machines will replace mining operations, farmers who cultivate land will be liberated from heavy farm work, and the existing world environment and living conditions will be completely changed!"

"To hell with steam tanks, our inventions will no longer be used in wars! We will change the world with our wits! With our hands!"

Overspark'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 in Darkforge City, my own apprentices, and my own A total of 300,000 gold coins! He gave me the future, redefined technology, and his whimsy made me intoxicated. The technology-supported future he described never appeared in my wildest fantasies Pass!"

"the most important is!"

"boom"

The master craftsman slammed his fist on the table, then grinned and shook his hands, but this funny gesture did not affect Overspark'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 kid's trick, it is real! Guys, I see the future! Use my eyes! Follow me Get up! Join the carnival of technology!"

"I need you! I need your wisdom!"

The crazy Overspark stretched out his hand to others with a sincere tone, and this speech also stunned the dwarf MPs present. They were more willing to believe in Overspark than Ira, because he was once One of them is trustworthy.

But now, Overspark's attitude showed them the advantages of another option, but people always do this, and they never really believe what they don't see with their own eyes.

"I want to see it!"

The female congressman who spoke for Ira before broke the silence. She looked at Overspark, gritted her teeth and said:

"Until I see it with my own eyes, I will not express my opinion. 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 see through your tricks!"

Finally, in the midst of the commotion, the great craftsman Mekkatorque stretched out his hand to silence everyone. He stared at Overspark and Ella, and asked in a deep voice:

"Can you guarantee that our inventions will not be used for war?"

Ella and Overspark looked at each other, then shook their heads unwillingly:

"I can't guarantee that, because Dark Blade not only invited gnomes... but also those lunatic goblins, and the most terrible thing is that the annual research funds are shared by both of us... In short, let's go to Darkforge City first. Well, we've got the portal ready."