Chapter 376 25. Destiny

The design that the gnomes came up with at the last moment is a light armor, which is completely two extremes from the design of the goblin.

However, Mekkatorque's introduction was far less concise than that of Hessus. All kinds of complicated and twisted engineering terms made everyone in the meeting dizzy. In the end, Buddy could only adopt another strategy.

"Both sides have come up with their own designs. Although there are some flaws, the Dark Blade Consortium is willing to give you a new opportunity. After 3 days, the second round of bidding will be held here. At that time, important generals will come to evaluate your designs. Design, I hope you can fix your mistakes in a short 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 dwarves:

"In addition, a week later, there will be a bidding meeting for the design of the ground track in the Black Iron District. This is a completely civilian technology, so I hope that both parties can send excellent talents to participate. In addition, I just got the news that Thailand His Majesty Ryan will allocate a generous sum of money to serve as the start-up capital for the newly established Association of Engineering Masters."

Playing with the ring on his finger, the Blood Lord whispered:

"Mr. Hesso and Mr. Mekkatorque are both excellent masters of engineering. I really hope that the two of you will submit applications. The Dark Blade Knights have always believed in the power of collectives and technology, and you, your wisdom, are our The most important wealth and treasure."

"Then that's it, the meeting is adjourned!"

Buddy Moore casually threw away the gavel in his hand, and left the venue under the protection of several death knights, while the engineer Hesuo, who was disgraced by Mekkatorque, gritted his teeth and stared Glancing at the cheering dwarves behind him, he gritted his teeth and said to the secretary as he walked out:

"3 days! That's enough time, bring 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, like a dog with a broken spine, hahahaha"

Overspark stood on the table and taunted Hesuo who had left. Beside him, members of the Artisan Council were also smiling. Regardless of the original intention this time, at least the dwarf won the engineering contest between the two sides. .

"I'm leaving, Overspark."

Amid the cheers, the Great Tinker 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 and rebuilding our city with my own hands will make my heart quieter."

"You can't go, Mekkatorque!"

Overspark held the hand of the great craftsman firmly, and said to him:

"We need you! Hession can't just let it go, the next time will definitely be a goblin engineer who is stronger than him, you are right, Mekkatorque, I can't deal with them, and I can't do it alone."

The white-haired dwarf stretched out his hand to grab the hand of the dwarf congressman beside him, and said in a low voice:

"We have to unite together to fight against the goblins. This is just the beginning. Soon the idea 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 tangled, and a few seconds later, a gentle voice sounded behind Mekkatorque:

"Mr. Gelbin Mekkatorque?"

"Um?"

The great artisan turned his head, and saw the blood lord Myra with a smile on his face looking at him, which made the dwarf subconsciously take a step back, and then heard Myra say:

"I know you have concerns. The reputation of working with 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 undead really inherently evil? No, you only saw the surface."

The Blood Lord squatted down, making his gaze and Mekkatorque's gaze level, and he said sincerely:

"Tyrion has appreciated your wisdom more than once, so I hope that before you make a decision, it is best to take a look around the area we control, use your own eyes, use what you see, and make a real decision. Correct comment...Also, the council of the Defias Federal District has been very worried about one thing recently."

"They can't find the right teachers to teach the basics of knowledge to the children and young people under their rule so that ignorance will be driven out of their lives, which, I remember, is what the gnomes have been advocating, so if you can If so, I would like to invite you in a private capacity to attend a huge reception in the Defias Federal District in 4 days..."

There was a scrutiny in Myra's eyes, and he looked at the hesitant Mekkatorque:

"Do our best to spread the power of knowledge. I believe that the leader of the dwarves will not refuse such a supreme charity, 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 think about."

In the King's Hall of Ironforge, Tyrion picked up a written letter, folded it, and put it in an envelope. Beside him was the death lord Rogelio, the silent and trustworthy death lord. , will temporarily become the interim governor of Khaz Modan District, responsible for dealing with the affairs left by Khaz Modan after Tyrion leaves.

"I know you're curious, why do I value timid gnomes so much?"

Tyrion leaned on the throne, and hooked his fingers to his old friend, who threw a small flagon over. It was cold blood wine, a drink that was very popular among the undead group recently.

The Dark Blade King took a sip of his wine, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, 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, rough dwarves, and even in Quel'Thalas, there are some not very Curious elf willing to learn, but I ask you, Rogg, have you ever seen an illiterate dwarf?"

Rogelio frowned, he thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"I have seen very few dwarves, and Ira knows the best. Judging from Ella's performance, the learning ability of dwarves is really amazing, and they value knowledge very much. I have seen Ella secretly more than once. To read those obscure tomes in the library of the Dark Temple, even if she doesn't need them at all."

"Yes, this is the peculiarity of gnomes. Their pursuit of knowledge is engraved in their bones. There are hundreds of thousands of gnomes in Gnomeregan. I can guarantee that you will not find a stupid guy. If there is any The Creator, then when he made the gnomes, he must have adjusted the intelligence of this race to the highest limit that life can bear...Gnomes, the seekers and keepers of knowledge, in my opinion, these little people who are keen to share knowledge, It appeared with a certain mission.”

Tyrion waved his fingers and said to Rogelio:

"They are the link we need most. I need them to share their knowledge with those civilians, those humans, those dwarves, and other races in the future, and use the light of wisdom to dispel the darkness that shrouds those ignorant hearts. We can destroy the world with guns and fire, but to rebuild it we must rely on the power of knowledge."

While talking, Tyrion picked up a book, which was in the library of Ironforge. He put it in his hand, opened it, read it, and said:

"Knowledge is power, and the cowardly character of the little ones also prevents them from making trouble. From this aspect, dwarfs are simply the race I dream of commanding. Of course, they are not suitable to be soldiers. ..and I will not send these precious resources to battle."

"The moment the fire of wisdom is lit on the highways and burns brightly, kings and nobles will know...they have lost, and lost badly! Of course, it will take time."

Tyrion seemed to be completely immersed in the history recorded in books. When he saw some wrong records, the corners of his mouth would always twitch. After a while, Rogelio said:

"In my opinion, the biggest problem with Khaz Modan is not the dwarves, the dwarves, those fleeing dwarves, ran to the depths of the cold ridge valley, and blew up the only mountain pass, this mountain is too high, even the crowmen It's hard to find a way to Anvilmar's fortress in the cold storm on top of the mountain...It's not realistic for a large force to pass, what are we going to do with those dwarves?"

"This is your problem, Rogge, you are the governor, you are the boss, now you should find a way to solve the problem yourself."

Tyrion didn't raise his head, nor offered any advice, he just quietly looked at the book in his hand, and said softly:

"I think you have enough ability to deal with them, but if you think it's too troublesome, you can leave them there. The dwarves are all single-minded, and they blow up the mountain road. We really can't get in, but they Don't even think about it...the left and right are just a group of guys in captivity, instead of worrying about them, you should worry about those dwarves in Ironforge...they are the real big trouble."

"Dwarves are different from gnomes. They are naturally aggressive and stubborn. The influence of kingship in this race is more serious than in the human kingdom. There is no one in Ironforge who is as dedicated as Van Cleef. To be honest, I have some Don't know what to do with the dwarves of Ironforge."

"Maybe it's time to put them in the military for this tough question," Rogelio said.

"No!"

Tyrion shook his head:

"Civilians are civilians. I don't want civilians in my army. Maybe you can solve this problem more creatively...And your mistake is...Dwarves don't like peace, they like noise and conflict , They are natural fighters... so if you want them to cooperate with you, you have to find an opponent to fight, an enemy to conquer, and a dragon to kill... That's it."

The Dark Blade King focused on the book in his hand again, and said softly:

"You may say that Ironforge is monolithic, especially after facing the conquest of the undead, they will collectively jump up against us. Pull, move 100,000 Dark Iron Dwarves to Ironforge, let us see whether killing their king makes them hate more, or their centuries-old enemy makes them hate more."

"You have to know that not only a common enemy can unite people, but the rational use of the power of hatred can also do the same."

Rogelio's eyes suddenly lit up:

"And once the conflict happens, once the blood is spilled, they can't go back. We just need to be a mediator while the two sides are fighting... Or better yet, we will end it ourselves. You are a genius in planning wars , Tyrion!"

"Well... well, I'll take it as a compliment... do what you have to do, my lord governor."

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At the same time, in the Fortress of Anvilmar in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley, Muradin Bronzebeard, who had just awakened from the weakness of his serious injury, sat silently on a chair. The necklace given to him was his brother's necklace, a symbol of Ironforge's royal power.

And Muradin also knows that this necklace is the necklace worn by the first dwarf king when he woke up in the Coldridge Valley, and there are many secrets hidden in it. It is said that it is related to the mystery of the origin of the dwarves.

This firm and powerful dwarf warrior sat alone in his room. The fire was burning, making the room very comfortable and warm, but there was no warmth in Muradin's heart. He lost his brother, he lost His own country, he lost everything.

The very finely polished horned battle helmet was thrown aside by him, and the weapon that never left his body was thrown on the ground casually. Muradin held the simple necklace with both hands, and his eyes were dead silent.

All the fleeing dwarves gathered in Coldridge Valley, and the mountain road leading to the outside world has been completely blown off. As an excellent commander, Muradin is well aware of the terrible situation that the Bronzebeard clan is facing now. They cannot rush out, they He will be imprisoned forever in this iceberg and snow field until the orthodox bloodline of Bronzebeard withers completely.

"I'm not strong enough..."

Muradin struggled to stand up, and every time he moved, there would be terrible pain all over his body. He rushed out from the strangulation of the two death lords. Muradin had exhausted all his strength, and he knelt on one knee in front of the beating fire , he stuck the necklace in his hand to his heart, and in the beating of the flames, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough... sorry, sorry!"

"I will fulfill your unfinished mission, brother...I will lead my people to live, the blood of Bronzebeard will not be cut off here, I swear..."

"Bryan! Open Anvilmar's secret chamber! Let the shamans prepare for the ritual of communicating with the earth..."

"This time, I'll come!"