Azeroth’s Death Track

Mr. X, the target of the empire's rescue mission, was not identified in the map left by Emperor Lothar, but after a group of smartest people in the entire empire studied the historical facts of the past few years, they successfully identified Mr. X It was determined to be on several missing important people.

Among them, the most likely one is the original king of dwarves, great artisan Mekkatorque, or Varian Wrynn, the descendant of the Wrynn family who left the northern border a few years ago, the orthodox heir of the Stormwind Kingdom.

If Mr. X is really one of these two people, then the significance of this rescue operation is really extraordinary.

However, in the Federal District, the identity of this Mr. X is not so mysterious. At least in the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau, all agents above level 6 are very clear about the identity of this Mr. X, and to some extent , the conjectures of the scholars in the empire are indeed correct.

Gelbin Mekkatorque, the original leader of the Gnomeregan Artisan Council, when the gnomes of Gnomeregan fell to the Federation, Mekkatorque tried to stop all this, but in the end after weighing the pros and cons , he maintained a tacit attitude towards the choices made by the gnomes, and in the initial business dispute between the gnomes and the goblins, the great artisan also helped his compatriots.

But only that time...

From the bottom of his heart, the Great Craftsman is a nostalgic. He doesn't hate the current in-depth cooperation between the Federation and Gnomeregan. He is also optimistic about the cleanup and recovery of the Mech City, but he hates the undead , although he thinks that the current system of the Federation is great and perfect, he still hates the Dark Blade camp that started the world war, and hopes to return to the peaceful years.

From this point of view, Great Craftsman Mekkatorque still has some romantic spirit deep in his bones.

But Mekkatorque is a thorough democrat. He will not force other dwarves to be as vigilant against the dark blade as he is. He is not willing to use his wisdom to serve Dark Blade's war, but he is very concerned about the development of various civilian technologies. In the Federal Engineering Association, he also has the title of honorary director.

In the current engineering circle of the Federal District, Mekkatorque can be regarded as an idler, but every paper he publishes in his spare time will directly cause a big discussion in the entire circle... In other words, even if he is idle At home, this clever and bald dwarf is still an out-and-out man of the hour.

But the important knowledge contained in his wise brain also caused him some unnecessary trouble.

Another great dwarf craftsman, Overspark, when facing a king of the empire, once vowed that scientific researchers like him are protected by federal laws, and when necessary, the military power of the federation He would even start a war immediately thinking that he was hurt. This expresses the protection of the Federation for these important figures, but it also shows the monitoring of these researchers from the side.

Mekkatorque's wisdom is really too dangerous. In the current era where engineering has just started, he can change the engineering level of a faction by himself, due to his unwillingness to serve the Federation However, due to his lofty status in the engineering circle, even the governor of the Black Iron District, Myra, had to properly deal with this hot potato.

He protected the great artisan and placed him in a semi-captive state on the edge of the Black Iron District. He did not prohibit him from having limited communication with the outside world, but whether it was going out for a walk or to participate in certain activities, Mercator Ke will inevitably be accompanied by at least one death lord, as well as the agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency hidden by his side.

And when the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency learned that the empire was preparing to rescue an important person, Mekkatorque was properly transferred to another place before the operation began...

That is the core area of ​​federal rule, and it is also the area where Dark Blade has the strongest garrison in southern Xinjiang...Stormwind City

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Bang bang bang bang... woo! woo!

The collision of wheels and rails, the sound of sirens, the bad smell of burning coal, and the black smoke deep into the sky, on the mountain road from the barren land of the Black Iron area to the East Valley area, a black steam train is moving fast , On both sides of the railway tracks, you can also see some curious farmers riding horses and following the train.

Enthusiastic and inquisitive youngsters would flick their hats at the train as if to say hello to the steel monster.

This new type of transportation, which was successfully developed last year, will attract a large number of civilians to watch every time it departs. In the gallop of locomotives and the buzzing of sirens, they can always feel ignorantly...the power of civilization to move forward.

As one of the most important research projects in the Black Iron District, the steam locomotive received strong support from the Federal Parliament immediately after the successful research. The first railway track from East Valley to the Black Iron District was laid three months ago. And now there are three railway tracks from Westfall to the Twilight Commonwealth, from the Redridge Mountains to the East Valley, and from the Twilight Commonwealth to the developing New Gilneas area, which are being laid at the same time.

In the official factory of the newly established train management agency in the Black Iron District, the first batch of 20 steam locomotives are being manufactured. It is expected that after 2 months, the Federation will have a set of railway lines connecting the major ruling regions, and in In the city planning agency of Stormwind City, designers who have received major orders are designing a complete set of complex traffic lines covering the entire Federation for the Federation Parliament.

According to the Great Construction Plan of Speaker Van Cleef, in the next 10 years, the Federation will have an ultra-long railway line from the Blasted Lands directly to the northernmost city of Lordaeron, and the original horse-drawn carriages will be completely eliminated. The civilization of China will enter a new era of praising the new amidst the buzzing of steam locomotives.

The first steam train running on the land of Azeroth was named Federation Mission. The power is small, and it can only pull 5 fully loaded carriages at a time, plus a passenger carriage.

But even so, it takes at least three times more time to transport materials and travel time than before.

However, from the East Valley to the Black Iron District, you have to pass through the Red Ridge Mountains across the continent. It is reasonable to say that it is very difficult to lay such a railway track across the mountain, but this is Azeroth, and this is a magical world. In this world, there are many, many ways to easily open a straight tunnel at the bottom of a mountain. Believe me, for the digging team of the Dark Iron Dwarves, this is not a big problem at all.

At this time, in the passenger compartment of the Federal Mission, the great craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque in casual clothes was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the Engineering and Technology Weekly in his hand, as if he was in a storm The core guy, the great craftsman, was not nervous or angry. On the contrary, he was drinking tea while reading with relish the famous goblin tinkerer Gates's Function Distributed Mechanical Gear Transmission Concept.

Beside him, Cordana and Marais, Level 7 agents of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, walked back and forth quietly in the shadows, performing their mission vigilantly. The two young ladies would sneak a glance at the big craftsman from time to time. The weekly magazine in their hands, the weird symbols and devices printed on the opened pages, seemed to them almost like a heavenly book.

And on the sofa opposite Mekkatorque, there is the blood lord Myra, who is going back to Stormwind City to report on his duties. He is also the death lord who protects the great craftsman. He also found a book to relieve boredom during the boring journey... It was a magazine that specially introduced how to maintain the skin in various situations. The author was a female scholar with the pseudonym Blood Rose. Of course, many people knew that it was actually the commander of the Hellfire Chapter Lu Minas' pseudonym.

I said, can you stay in Beijun for a few more days this time?

After the master craftsman finished reading the thesis, he seemed to have eaten the most delicious meal. He put down the science magazine contentedly, picked up the teacup, looked at Myra opposite, and said in a dwarf-specific sharp voice:

The air in Darkforge City is too bad. I still want to live for a few more years, at least until the day when Gnomeregan's mechanical gear computer is successfully developed.

Um?

Myra looked up and looked at the big craftsman, he said jokingly:

If you want to recuperate, I recommend you to go to the Nagrand Grassland or Shadowmoon Sea in Draenor. The scenery in those two places is very good. It is said that after a while, they were gladiators organized by orcs and ogres. The tournament is the most famous event in the world of Draenor, and now even the gladiator team from Azeroth is rushing there.

Oh? A gladiator match?

The great craftsman let out a joyful laugh. He scratched the thinning hair on his head, then picked up the biscuit on the table, took a bite, and nodded:

Sounds good, then please book a ticket for me... Huh.

Before Mekkatorque finished speaking, he saw a fist-sized creature looking at him by the biscuit box on the table in the carriage. Wrong, he made a suspicious nasal sound, and then saw the little thing that looked like a slender and thin Raptorosaurus raised its front paws, and made a silent movement to him vividly.

And in the claws of the miniature Ravager Dragon, he was holding an emblem of the Lordaeron Empire. The moment he saw the emblem, Mekkatorque's eyes changed, and at that moment, the blood lord who didn't feel anything strange Turning his head and looking at Mekkatorque:

What's wrong? Is something wrong?

Uh, no, I mean, is there any soda in this car?

Mekkatorque's expression didn't change. He looked at the Blood Lord with a dwarf-specific funny expression:

Yeah, I'm really thirsty, can you get me a glass of strawberry juice?

Myra shook his head. He knew that dwarves were more or less neurotic, so he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he snapped his fingers, and a high-ranking knight guarding the edge of the carriage turned around immediately. Walk to the mechanical refrigerator at the rear of the carriage, which is the only enjoyment in this plain carriage.

And on this side, under Mekkatorque's faint gaze, the weird, purple poacher dragon with two feathers on its head that was hidden on the edge of the biscuit box threw the ball of paper in its claws into the In the biscuit box, and then just like when it appeared, it disappeared on the table without making a sound and turned into a faint smoke.

The big craftsman looked left and right with flexible eyeballs, then pretended to take a biscuit, sandwiched the note between two biscuits, and took it out.

While lowering his head, nibbling on the biscuit, he spread out the note with nimble fingers that could assemble 20 gears in 10 seconds, and there were only two sentences on it.

Grab the most valuable thing in your hand, and count to 3 silently...

Seeing the first sentence, Mekkatorque subconsciously grabbed the suitcase that was put aside. It was a treasure that he never left. It was filled with all his engineering design drawings and information about engineering in recent years Prospect research, as well as some research materials rubbed out from the Great Library of the Black Iron District.

Then the dwarf looks at the second sentence...

Now...get down!

boom

Under the silent gaze of Myra, the two high-ranking agents, and the 15 high-ranking knights in the carriage, Mekkatorque jumped up from the sofa, and then, like a hen guarding a nest, moved his hand The box was hugged tightly in his arms, and he lay on the ground.

At the same time, the steam locomotive of the Federal Mission also let out a sharp whistle, whizzing into the last large tunnel in the Red Ridge Mountains amid billowing black smoke, the light in the entire carriage dimmed at this moment In an instant, that fog... the strange dark fog filled the entire carriage as if it had torn apart the space.

The light of the knife, the light of the knife shining with silver light sprang out from the shadow. Caught off guard, four high-ranking knights were stabbed by the short sword mixed with holy silver. Between the sounds of weapons colliding, it was like A thick symphony sounded, one was wearing a gray cowboy hat, a leather hunting suit, buckskin combat boots, a combat dagger on his waist, two shiny silver revolvers in his hand, and a gun in his mouth. The figure of the lit cigar also came out from the shadow.

The moment she saw him, Myra entered into a fighting state, the cold blood mist dissipated, and the blood lord stared at the long-disappeared figure...

Madias... Shore!

Faced with Myra's vigilance, Shaw shrugged his shoulders. The next moment, he swung the special revolver in his hands. With a low and lunatic sound, a storm of bullets filled the roaring carriage. .

Not Shaw...the Avenger who returned from hell...

And now, undead, I say...the damned...

It's noon...it's here!