Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the face of clever tongue-like goblins, the indifferent Deer Helmet did not speak. Although he was emotionally impressed with the power of the hot weapon, the Deer Helmet knew very well that it was never the weapon that determined the battlefield victory, but the soldier who mastered it. Therefore, he is not in a hurry to add more firearms to this joint force.

He must first look at the quality of these soldiers on the battlefield of Tanaris, let them be trained, and let them be familiar with the battle mode of the insects. The deer helmet's thinking has always been very clear... Not in Tanaris.

And the expelling battle that is about to begin is only an "appetizer" for the Zerg Wars.

The deer helmet turned around, deaf to the noisy propaganda of the goblin, while the desolate chieftain standing behind him looked at the jumping goblin arms dealer with a playful gaze, and the soldiers were powerful by the "grinder" When the firepower was attracted, Mo Yana approached Hesso. She asked softly:

"You're from the Federation...I'm curious, did the big lord allow you to sell us such a powerful weapon?"

"Powerful? No, no, it's not strong, its manufacturing technology is already in the dark iron zone, human-driven... Gee, if I take this thing to the black iron exhibition, I will be Those **** laugh to death. And if you use such a "grinder" to deal with the "Hellfire" cannon that was just installed in the Dark Blade Legion, it is simply death!"

Hesso shrugged and said frankly:

"Excuse me, these things behind me are just waste utilization. You see, I am a confession businessman, so I look forward to it. My confession will allow you to bring me more orders..."

Mo Yana stopped talking, but when passing by the goblin, the archbishop said in a whispered voice:

"Thank you Lord Lord for me... these "scrap", we need it now. And, cunning goblins, interested in becoming a battered arms dealer? I need you to make something special for our druids, Weapons that match their fighting style, I think this should not violate your business principles?"

"Huh? Is the monopoly arms dealer?"

A trace of greed flashed in Hesso's small eyes, but the final reason made him shake his head hard:

"I'm willing, I don't have any business principles, ma'am, but for this kind of thing, I always have to report to the Chamber of Commerce in the Black Iron District... This will take time, but after you have finished playing with bugs, I will be happy to do so To talk with you in detail, Hesso is strong in technology, we have an exclusive fire research laboratory, believe me, no matter what you need, we can make it for you!"

Mo Yana smiled and stopped talking. The Archbishop looked up and looked at the soldiers of all races who were undergoing short firearm training on the wide training ground in front of her. She suddenly sighed:

"Mr. Hesso, with your knowledge, do you think this army can defeat the Zerg?"

The black cable standing on the wooden box lit the second cigar. This time the order made a lot of money and the goblin said casually:

"I haven't seen how the Zerg attacked, but I think that with the excellent weapons I provided, you will definitely be able to win, it's just a matter of how much it pays."

"The dark blade? What if the dark blade comes to fight this battle?"

"Dark Blade?"

Hesso pouted:

"I guess as long as a war group can push down Tanaris' bugs, Silithus's bugs may be more troublesome. It may require 3-4 war groups. Gee, just take the hellfire that the war group just installed. Let’s talk about the cannon. It can fire 3,000 bullets in one minute, has an effective range of 850 yards, and is driven by a motor. It only needs one infantry to operate."

The big arms dealer hummed:

"In the case of Tanaris, it only takes 10 hellfires to bombard, and the bugs don’t want to break through the firepower network, and they have more than 10, the bugs...the bugs multiply No matter how fast, can there be bullet lines in the black iron zone to make bullets faster? No matter how many of them, there can be more spar bombs reserved by the clan?"

"Anyway, I think, the Legion of Dark Blades is no longer used to fight against rivals like the Human Empire or Bugs. Humans want to fight back to the Eastern Continent? Unless the Dark Blade actively gives up, even the entire Kalimdor All of the living people go together, and they have no chance at all... but who can guess the mind of the High Lord?"

The black hearted goblin businessman who made money by selling murderous weapons is like a poet at this moment. He flicked the soot in his hand, wiped the luxurious jewelry ring on his finger, and then turned his head to look at the great priest around him:

"In short, my task here is over, ma'am... see you next time, I hope you and your new friends have enough money to prepare for the "support" of losses like this one, not next time ."

"I'm essentially a businessman, and I don't like to do these profit-loss businesses."

Hesso jumped on the shoulder of the monster bodyguard. He waved his black high hat towards Mo Yana, and then left the training ground with a dozen boxes of heavy gold coins.

Watching Hesso leave, a flash of helplessness flashed in the eyes of Great Patriarch Mo Yana:

"Actually, to deal with bugs, it is better to let the dark blade come..."

"The dead can’t be killed again, but these living people, perhaps after going to Silithus, will never be able to come back again... Tyrion, powerful lord, aspiring great man, what is in your mind What are you thinking about?"

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"Buzz, buzz"

In the dusk of the western wilderness, the wilderness full of large farms is covered with a bright light curtain. After the new fertilizer industry is put into operation, the growth of the plants here is gratifying. The western wilderness farm has been welcoming for several years. The harvest is over.

But at this time, in this open-minded sunlight and the ground, some strange, beast-like sounds sounded on the ground in the western wilderness, and the dust on the avenue in the distance flew, looking like a galloping beast The storm brought by the group is the same, but in fact, the dust is just because of a special "knight".

It was a slender knight in a black trench coat, with a quirky helmet, and riding a "steel horse".

It was a weird engineering instrument with two thick wheels on the front and back, wrapped in black rubber tires found by the Federation from the islands of the South China Sea. On the streamlined body, there was a specially customized shell and the black iron zone marked Europe. The star logo of the Wasbach Technology Laboratory, and at the front of this "steel warhorse" are extended, high metal handles, and a headlight shaped into a roaring lion shape.

While the knight with a helmet constantly twisting the grip, the exhaust vents at the rear end of this high-speed galloping steel warhorse also kept emitting black exhaust, and even a trace of cool sparks jumped in the exhaust. With.

Yes, this is a weird motorcycle... It’s not the same as the motorcycle styling that observers are familiar with. After all, this is a complex crude oil mixed with a large engine driven by fantasy engineering technology. Yes, that is a weird principle that the observer cannot understand. In short, it can move and run very fast, and its shape is more tough and atmospheric.

If it is on another planet, this steel monster, which weighs nearly two tons and even blazes flames in speed mode, is absolutely not allowed to go on the road.

But in this fantasy world, this steelwork full of steampunk flavor will be regarded as another great breakthrough in engineering.

"Click"

As the slender knight pulled the brakes of the grip, the heavy steel warhorse made a loud hissing sound, and then steadily stopped by the dwarf engineers who were waiting.

In the dust, Tyrion took off his helmet and threw it to the curious death lords with wide eyes. He shook his hair and took a deep breath like a living person. He patted his back The shell of this silver-white steel monster gave a thumbs-up to the engineering master Oversback who was nearby:

"Great motorcycle, I like it... first come a few pieces suitable for young people's style, oh, yes, then make a smaller one, just like a toy for children."

"Wow! Cool!"

Before Tyrion's words were finished, behind him, Luminas without a helmet jumped on the steel warhorse, turned on the engine in the same way as Tyrion, and then flew in the fiery red hair At this time, the young lady Madman sprang out at the fastest speed, like a shadow, and could still hear her sharp hiss.

"Uh, maybe they also need a few cars to collect."

Tyrion crouched down and patted the master craftsman's shoulder, he asked:

"It seems that this is a very mature technology. Is there any problem to enter mass production within one year?"

"No! Rest assured, big man."

The gnomish engineer made an OK gesture. He said in an iconic, sharp voice:

"The "Sir Silver Brothers" forging car in the Black Iron District has opened a motorcycle workshop, and the special module production line will be designed soon. Well, engine technology is really a big problem. The new engine The design upgrade is estimated to take 1 year."

"However, after the completion of the new assembly line, 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 3 years later. Is cheap enough to be bought by middle-level federal citizens!"

The dwarf became more and more excited, he opened his arms and shouted:

"At that time, we can proudly announce that after the train, the emergence of motorcycles, let the fierce and tall warhorse... one step closer to being completely eliminated!"

"Good, keep working hard."

Tyrion shrugged to the excited Oversback. He knew what the cunning dwarf said these words. He just wanted to get more funding for the dwarf technology through his help, but this kind of thing is big. The lord is not willing to intervene. The Black Iron Zone has its own operating mode. As the lord, he still needs a bowl of water. In addition, now that the dark blade has begun to let go of the development of the Federation, Tyrion is also reluctant to intervene. Go by hand.

Therefore, he only slightly encouraged:

"Your motorcycle is great, I will pay attention."

Having finished speaking, the Lord Lord ignored the anxious gnome and walked to the wagon parked by the wilderness under the guard of the death knights. At the moment Tyrion was seated, the shadow appeared suddenly on him. In front of him, Tyrion was not surprised by the arrival of the agent. He turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and said casually:

"How's it going?"

Faced with the problem of no head and no tail, the shadow nodded slightly:

"Hessor's arms have been transported to the Flash Plain, and there is no suspicion of the so-called "anti-worm front", but I am very suspicious, Lord, even if they unite together, without the night elves intervening, Humans, orcs, and blighters plus some greedy goblins, can this loose power really block the Qiraji from the nest?"

"You asked this question too badly, shadow."

The Lord Lord propped his chin with his left hand. He closed his eyes slightly and said:

"This is not a problem that they can't stop, they have to stop it, otherwise they will only have a dead end. Under the pressure of extinction, they will naturally burst out with the greatest power. This is like a game, they just need to If the score is high enough, the remaining problems will naturally be solved by someone."

"Look, you and Luminas think I am too kind to the empire, so now, give them a test of their right to survival. If they fail, they don’t even need us to do it, they will be eaten clean by insects. Jing, if they pass, I believe that your dissatisfaction should be able to eliminate it."

"As for the night elves' problems, it doesn't matter anymore. The Forgotten Kings have already begun ruling on the Kadore civilization. To be honest, I don't care if those long ears will help. I'm even happy to see them stand by... "

Tyrion's fingers crossed, and a strange light flashed in the ice blue eyes of the high lord. After a moment, he put a pair of slightly frivolous sunglasses on his face:

"I hope that the lazy people who have lived for 10,000 years have made mistakes. Only if they make mistakes, the referee can come out in person. I actually hate them, really... but now, I have to start my vacation."

"The big thing, I will wait until my vacation is over..."

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