Azeroth’s Death Track

Drip, drop, drop

In the city of Gnomeregan that has been emptied, a small robot with crawlers, a flashing red police light on its head, and a noisy sound rushed across the road covered with gravel and blood stains. As if afraid of not attracting attention, its piercing sound echoed back and forth in the empty urban area.

The troggs, which hunted by sound, were quickly alarmed, and black shadows rushed from various places to the noisy warning robot, and realized that they had reached their goal. The dwarf in the central control room of Gnomeregan The craftsmen immediately manipulated the robot to rush towards the easternmost part of the city, where there was a large closed room that had been opened.

It was originally the warehouse where the gnomes used to store mechanical materials, and it should be regarded as the most precious wealth of Gnomeregan, but now, when the entire gnome kingdom is under a fatal threat, the gnomes have shown great sacrifice. Prepare to set up traps in that place to deal with these invading troggs all at once.

Seven of the 35 warning robots were destroyed, and the rest rushed to the warehouse with the attracted monsters.

The dwarf craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque sat on his mechanical chair, moved up and down in the central control room, and observed the monitor screen in front of him. This thing was full of a certain rough beauty. When it was running, those steel Sparks kept shining on the rivets of the structure, and there was a strange sound, as if this thing would explode in the next moment.

But in fact, it works very well... at least in the eyes of gnomes, this is normal.

click

The great artisan reached out and pressed the edge of his cool engineering goggles, and the next moment, the communication with the consultant McNeil Thermaplugg who was far on the front line was connected. During the radio transmission, the two The wisest brain among the gnomes is communicating the details of this adventure plan like PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

Listen to me, McNeill, those monsters may reach the area under your control in five minutes, are the radiation bombs ready?

Zizi...the largest bomb is enough to destroy all the radiation water tanks in Dongcheng District at once. The high temperature will make the radiation sewage evaporate. Coupled with the parameters of the illuminator we just adjusted, it is enough to form a deadly radiation!

McNeil reached Mekkatorque's ears with a hint of excitement, and he screamed in the shrill voice typical of dwarves:

We'll evacuate after the bomb is loaded, Mekkatorque, are the people evacuated? This thing will flood a third of the city with deadly radiation!

Most people were placed in the steam hall and mechanical trail, and some people were sent to the ground. Those places are safe enough. After you detonate the bomb, McNeill, don't go back to the central control room! Go directly to the steam hall, I'll be there for you! Good luck, my friend.

The great craftsman hung up the communication, he opened the black lenses of the goggles, and stared at the screen in front of him with shining intelligent eyes. Under the split screen, in this technical style control room, the computer proficient The dwarf craftsmen are quickly calculating the arrival time of the troggs, so as to direct the evacuation of the frontline craftsmen.

Aww!

The first frenzied roar sounded in the dead city of Gnomeregan. The dwarf craftsmen hidden above the warehouse looked at the empty hall below, chasing the troggs from all over the place to warn the robots. Under the light, their shadows look so ugly and frightening, and as more and more troggs rush into the warehouse, the dwarf craftsmen who were originally full of confidence have also become I have to get nervous.

We underestimated the number of these monsters!

McNeill, the consultant who directed the dwarf blasting operation on the front line, was scratching his hair irritably. Very high reputation.

But now, he is facing a bad situation. According to the estimates of the dwarves, the number of troggs attracted this time may be around 3,000, but the hall below has been crowded at this time, and there are new monsters from time to time. The troggs rushed into the warehouse, they fought together frantically, the scene was extremely chaotic, and their number far exceeded 3000.

The radiation bomb detonated according to the original plan is not enough to kill so many monsters!

Therma Plug looked back at the sticky bomb that was hung by a pulley in the darkness and painted with a green skull emblem. He gritted his teeth, picked up a tool box from under his feet, and turned to the other dwarf craftsmen who were looking at him. explain:

We have to modify its parameters and load more explosives to kill these monsters at once!

However, Mr. Advisor, the explosion range of the sticky bomb has been repeatedly planned by us. Once the explosion power of the sticky bomb is increased, more radiation water tanks will be detonated, which will undoubtedly threaten the nearest mechanical path Compatriots who have taken refuge! Even the central command room will be shrouded in the radiation range.

A dwarf craftsman retorted:

We can't make fun of the lives of our compatriots!

But if you can kill more monsters at once, don't forget, kid!

McNeil stretched out his finger and touched the dwarf craftsman's chest. He said in an unquestionable tone:

I am the commander on the front line, you just need to listen to me! If we can rely on this explosion to save our city, then even if some compatriots die unfortunately, that is a great sacrifice! We must respect the interests of the majority!

But the master craftsman is still persisting in the central command room!

The young dwarf craftsman was still unwilling to obey: We must at least discuss it with him.

Oh, boy.

A hint of ferocity flashed in McNeil's old eyes, and he patted the young dwarf's shoulder in a calm tone, and said softly:

I know Mekkatorque best. If sacrificing himself can save our people, I'm sure he won't refuse such an honorable death...but you have a point, so you can contact him.

The young dwarf heaved a sigh of relief, and just as he turned his head to look for the communicator, McNeil behind him suddenly reached out and pushed the dwarf off the platform above the warehouse.

Ahhhh!

The dwarf screamed in panic. He waved his hands in the air in vain, but all he saw were the cold and merciless eyes of the council advisor. Just before the end of his life, the young man suddenly remembered A nonsense rumor.

It is said that McNeill Thermaplugg was only one step away from becoming the great artisan of the dwarves, and he was ambitious to become the first dwarf king since the founding of the dwarf nation 400 years ago...but the artisan council noticed it McNeill's ambition, so he supported Mekkatorque to check and balance him. After the failure, McNeil became obedient. He cooperated closely with the great craftsman Mekkatorque and became the most trusted by the great craftsman. consultant.

Now it seems that this obedient consultant probably never gave up his ambition... No wonder he would take the initiative to apply to plant bombs on the front line, he had already planned it!

Mekkatorque, the High Tinker and those innocent compatriots, will fall victim to McNeil Thermaplugg's dark ambitions!

Zizi...

The communicator of the great craftsman in the central control room suddenly turned on, startling the great craftsman who was immersed in calculations. The next moment, a shrill voice sounded beside his ears:

Therma Plug betrayed us... Run! Ahhh!

The young dwarf who fell into the crowd of monsters yelled the last sentence, and was torn to pieces abruptly. This last warning made the master's scalp tingle, and he pushed away the dwarf who was manipulating the monitoring screen in front of him. Master, holding the joystick, shifted the screen to the direction of the mechanical warehouse. What Mekkatorque saw was McNeil who was waving a wrench, forcing the dwarf craftsman to modify the bomb parameters and fill it with explosives.

And the consultant who caught the final plan for the rebellion seemed to turn his head, looking at the monitor not far away, a malicious smile appeared on his old face, and he gestured a very rude gesture towards the monitor. gesture.

It's over!

The master craftsman with cold hands and feet took a few steps back. As a mechanical genius, he can undoubtedly calculate the new radiation radius from the shape of the modified bomb, which will directly take two-thirds of the entire Gnomeregan!

Quick! Let the compatriots on the mechanical path transfer! Quick!

The great craftsman shouted to the craftsmen beside him:

McNeill is crazy, it's not safe there anymore!

It's too late, Master Craftsman, Therma Plug's transformation of the bomb has reached the end, he will detonate it at any time!

The craftsman who operated the mechanical gates of the whole city was sweating nervously, and he shouted:

There are 50,000 people in the Mechanical Trail! It's too late to transfer!

Then close it!

The great craftsman gritted his teeth:

The gates there are resistant to radiation rays for a short period of time, close them! Let our countrymen know...

boom

Before the master craftsman could finish his words, a cloud of dark green light exploded on the split-screen monitor in front of him, and then the entire underground city trembled in the explosion of the super bomb. The detonated sticky bomb The super-strong shock wave detonated one-third of the radiation water pipes in the city, and the green sewage full of invisible threats was evaporated in an instant.

The next moment, all the illuminators in the city that had been raised to the highest frequency were turned on. In the scorching temperature and the flashing of specific light, the fog gathered to form a green invisible light, like a sharp sword waving in the air, sweeping across Passed two-thirds of the city.

The scorching temperature and extremely dangerous radiant light killed thousands of troggs gathered in the warehouse in an instant. They didn't even remember to scream, but in the trembling city In the sky above, a modified aircraft struggled to maintain its balance. By the porthole of the aircraft, McNeil Thermaplugg looked proudly at the city below that was completely shrouded in green mist.

A smug gleam flashed in the rebel's eyes, and he said softly:

There is no doubt that I will be the hero who saves all the gnomes. Poor Mekkatorque died in the attack of monsters. His contribution to the gnomes cannot be denied. But after such a terrible disaster, there is no doubt that The weak Council of Artisans can no longer lead the gnomes forward...the gnomes need a king!

A wise king...a king who can carry them on after disaster, alliance? Phew, we don't need an alliance. Under my leadership, the dwarves will take over all of Dun Morogh and turn the greedy dwarves Drive out of Khaz Modan, this will be our kingdom!

The rebel who was indulging in narcissism turned his head and said to the dwarf craftsman who was driving the flying machine:

Send a message to your compatriots and tell them to take refuge on the ground. I, McNeill Thermaplugger, will succeed Mekkatorque and continue to fight underground for our race!

The dwarf craftsman who was forced to rebel looked unhappy, but the musket on his head forced him to follow McNeil's orders. However, at the moment when the modified aircraft passed through the radiation area, the dwarf craftsman The teacher looked at the ground, his eyes suddenly widened.

No! Those monsters...they haven't been killed! They're running towards the steam hall! My God!

What did you say!

McNeil's brain was also almost shut down at this moment. In anxiety, he pushed open the closed porthole in the cabin and looked out. On the ground below, groups of troggs were radiating The urban areas rushed out, and they were stained with dark green radiation dust, making them look ominously fluorescent in the lights.

That bomb and the radiant ray did kill a lot of the troggs, but sadly the rest didn't, the titan guardians added too many creatures to the creature when they created the troggs The template made their evolution very fast, and now, this super adaptability allowed the troggs to survive the deadly radiation.

The scourge of the gnomes... not only did not abate, but intensified.

That's impossible! It doesn't fit our calculations!

Therma Plug screamed, and during his heavy breathing, a wisp of inaudible green radiation gas was inhaled into his body. He took a hard step back, sat down on the ground, rubbed his heart, and felt the pain groaned:

Uh... uh, I'm feeling, I'm feeling a little... sick...

Tyrion. Blade of Dawn will be online after Chapter 4! It’s also great to tell side stories occasionally~ In other words, the new version of the map is really dissuading, no matter the initial map of the Alliance or the Horde, it’s the kind that you will get lost when you enter. . . The last time I felt this way was in the Blackstone Depths version. . .