Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 902 21. Determination and mission--adding more to a better life next year [1320]

The world is full of wars, and the flames of anger from the hearts of mortals will eventually ignite the only peace that is there, and the seeds of chaos have been planted since the birth of civilization. Blooming and bearing fruit in turbulent times.”

The ignorant world insults us as a group of war madness and destroyers, but we know that we are only protecting this fragile world in our own way.

But the black hands hidden in the darkness will not just give up their desire to destroy the world. They will pierce malicious tentacles from the ground, and bring dark flames of war from the stars. They are watching this world, and this world needs warriors. ..”

This world needs more... heroes!

The great lord sat on his chair, stretched his brows, and finished reading the speech in his hand in a cadenced voice. He rubbed his chin and looked at the bloody mistress who was only wearing a nightgown with admiring eyes. Aurelia, he said to his wife:

Listen to these poems written by our Dornan... I guess, that little girl wanted her father to say such a poetic speech in front of a group of war madmen, if I hadn't revised it on the spot , I will probably be laughed to death by those old knives who are used to seeing life and death...

My child, I always like these speeches that sound very just and bright. Maybe she wants to make her father's image bigger?

Alleria smiled lightly. Holding two glasses of wine, she walked towards her husband. The next moment, her slender waist was surrounded by the great lord, and the nightgown on her body also followed her perfect and smooth skin. Sliding to the ground, Tyrion pressed his forehead against his wife's cold forehead, feeling his wife's uneven body, and said softly:

But you know, I don't really need this bright image, I never hide myself, I'm a villain...

The lips of the two kissed together. In the peaceful atmosphere, the undead couple's feelings for each other slowly flowed. After a while, Alleria gently pushed her husband away, and she reached out to help Terry. Ang smoothed her hair, then touched her husband's face, she said softly:

Your soldiers are still waiting for you, my high lord...

You are a villain in everyone's eyes, but you are a hero in my heart... Go ahead and keep saving the world.

No...

The great lord spread blood-colored wings behind him, and those wings enveloped him and his wife like some kind of curtain. He said softly:

There is still some time, my Alleria... we can... relax.

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While the great lord and the mistress were enjoying the joyful two-person world, in the base of the Nalaksha engine, three death lords were standing in the operating room of the base, watching the maintenance of the Tin Woodman structure. the whole process.

Several death knights responsible for maintaining the structure used special tools to open a hidden passage behind the Tin Woodman, and then took out a piece of thought core shining with a faint blue light, while others were on the other side of the structure. At the place, a mechanical core like a steel football was taken out, which was entangled with fine elemental light, and the earthy yellow halo represented that this mechanical core had the power to extend from the earth.

And Yrel explained to Glokush and Danas Trollbane beside him the working principle of the structure in front of him:

Actually, it's not complicated at all. We can simply break it down into three parts. The first is the rock body made by the Nalaksha engine. This part can be replaced. According to the creation template we currently have, there are standard, There are four templates to choose from: assault, reconnaissance, and defense, which is the most basic and easiest part.”

The death lord flicked the cute little tail with a gemstone pendant. She reached out and took the shining mechanical core, and she handed it to Glokush beside her. The orc death lord held the mechanical core in his hand, This gadget is heavier than he imagined, like a block of refined iron of equal volume.

This thing shouldn't be artificial, right?

Danas carefully looked at the mechanical core in Glokush's hand, and he asked:

I haven't seen such an exquisite thing even in the most sophisticated engineering laboratory in the Black Iron District.

Yes, the mechanical core is equivalent to the heart of a mortal for the structure. It is the source of power for the structure. Uh... Let me explain it differently. It is like the engine in a steam tank. Without it , this structure cannot move.”

Yrel said to his two companions:

Now there are 5,000 structures produced, but the production process of the mechanical core is very slow. At present, we only have 500 mechanical cores. The production of this thing depends on the Titan Guardian who cooperates with us, and Even if they are willing to hand over this skill to us, it will take years for our best technicians to be proficient at making the same mechanical creations themselves.

Moreover, the charging of the mechanical core requires the support of Titan energy...

The death lord shrugged, and put the mechanical core in his hand back to its original position:

The great lord is now trying to use death energy to power the core, but the progress of this experiment itself is very slow. The technology of the titans is far beyond this world, and even the most powerful master craftsman in Azeroth cannot It takes a long time to learn to understand the principle of this mechanical operation.

And finally the core of thinking!

Yrel took over the palm-sized thinking core from the death knight. This thing looked like a shining diamond. After she infused it with the power of death, Samaro's soul came from Jumping out of them, the draenei banshee cheered, then hugged Yrel, and kissed Yrel's face fiercely.

This sudden move made Yrel very embarrassed, and the two death lords in front of him couldn't help turning their heads away. After sending away the enthusiastic banshee Samaro, Yrel looked as normal as usual. Continue to introduce the core of thinking in her hand, but it can be seen from the extremely fast flick of her tail that she is also a little embarrassed inside.

If the mechanical core is the heart of the structure, then the thinking core is the brain of the structure! It controls the laws of all activities of the structure!

Yrel said softly:

And the thinking cores of all our current structures are blank. Only a little weak conversion is required. Our best fighters can freely enter and exit this thinking core, and then manipulate powerful structures. Engage in more intense battles, and the core of thinking is not the cage you think, it is just a simple shelter. After the battle, the soul of the warrior can leave it freely and enter the realm of death to recuperate.

As long as the core of thinking is not damaged, the warrior's soul will not be affected at all... This is actually like power armor in another sense.

Yrel breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the two death lords in front of him:

The rock body is our power armor, and the core of thinking is our body. As long as the body is not injured, if the power armor is damaged, we will replace it with another one. As long as the production capacity is increased, then we don't need to worry about the lack of troops at all. ..”

Well, that sounds perfect.

Glokush and Danas Trollbane glanced at each other, and Trollbane rubbed his chin:

But if it is so perfect, then I believe that the great lord does not need to invite so many soldiers to watch it with such fanfare. This thing must have some flaws, right? And it is the kind of flaw that cannot be avoided?

Yes, it has!

Tyrion's voice followed the sound of the rod of mist touching the ground, and he appeared behind the three death lords. He stepped forward and took the thought core from Yrel's hand. He spoke to Glokush and Dana S said:

That's why I'm asking these fighters for their opinion.

Yrel told you that the warrior's soul needs a little bit of transformation in order to achieve fusion with the core of thinking without conflict, and this transformation...is irreversible!

High Lord said:

The soul-carrying technology of the thinking core is inherited from the Titans of the Pantheon, and they themselves are made of rock and steel. The thinking core they made is not compatible with the souls of flesh and blood creatures. Once the souls of the soldiers accept this transformation Once they adapt to the soul mode of the Titan creations, it means that their souls will never be able to return to their original bodies.

this...

A trace of hesitation flashed in Glokush's eyes:

Lord, with all due respect, this means that the soldiers will bid farewell to everything in this world, and all their connections with this world will be cut off. I can only live in the realm of the dead...

Yes, so I will also give these souls who have made a choice the right to live forever in the dead world.

The great lord put the thought core in front of his eyes, narrowed his eyes, and said:

They will become the first batch of permanent residents of the dead world. If they want to return to the world...it will be impossible, so this is a difficult choice. I will give them enough time to think about it, and what you are facing Rock life, the structures of these rocks are just the test products of Mechanical God, do you understand? Glokush, after we complete the next stage of the battle plan, we will take a step towards the final goal. stride!

That will be a body of steel stronger than these rocks, and that is the final form of the Dark Blade Legion in my imagination, landing on the battlefield of the gods as a heroic spirit, holding high the banner of the Dark Blade, sweeping everything Enemy...but now.

Tyrion sighed:

Now, I can only hope, or wish, that these rocks are as strong as the heroes.

Glokush nodded. As a veteran of the Dark Blade Legion, he had heard Tyrion describe his plan for the future of the Dark Blade Legion a long time ago, during the Battle of Northern Border. The bold plan seems a bit deviant, but now, the great lord has used his actual actions to prove to these followers that as long as it is something he wants to do, he will definitely do it!

As for the choice left by the great lord to the soldiers, Glokush will not comment on it. In his opinion, the pursuit of victory is a desire buried deep in the soul of the soldiers. In order to win, the soldiers should choose The weapon that suits you best, and war is war. If you want to win the war and want to end the war, you must pay sacrifices and prices.

Now it is only to abandon the cold body, but not completely annihilate the soul. Although this choice is a bit cruel, it is not unacceptable.

However, unlike Glokush's thinking, Danas Trollbane was thinking about another question. The death lord who has been active in Northrend this year looked at Tyrion, and he asked softly :

We have already seen the strength of this rock warrior. No matter in terms of strength, defense and offensive ability, it is not comparable to the current soldiers of the Dark Blade Squadron, but I also see a hidden worry from it, at least in the current AI. Xerath, there is no longer any force that can fight against the Dark Blade Legion, so this upcoming legion, you call it the vanguard... What kind of battlefield will it be put on? I'm curious, Who will they fight?

Danas' question made Tyrion laugh out loud. The great lord looked at the rock life in front of him whose mechanical core and thinking core had been taken out, and said softly:

Are you worried that I will use such warriors in mortal wars? Are you worried that their world will be easily destroyed by such warriors?

Why do you have such an idea? Danas, you should know me well. If I want to destroy those civilizations, I don't need such warriors at all...I just need to tell Dai Lin that my tolerance for those idiots is already gone. Reached the limit, I believe, the Sea Demon King would be more than willing to help me get rid of those idiots...but I let them survive.

Tyrion's fingers danced on the staff of the mist, and he said:

Such warriors, such vanguards, will certainly not be able to take a certain civilization of Azeroth as their opponent. They will soon usher in their first battle, and that battlefield is among the stars that we have never set foot on. In the middle, but where exactly, I can't give you an answer at the moment, this... depends on the work efficiency of some of our friends.

The high lord said to the death lords around him:

Look, not only are we working hard to make the world a better, but many friends from other camps are also willing to join this great cause. In short, get ready, my Brothers and sisters, soon...soon we'll be busy.

That's our resolve...that's our mission!

Tyrion encouraged his subordinates, and at this moment, Shadow's slender body appeared in the darkness not far away. Seeing the gesture made by Shadow, the expression of the great lord changed slightly. Riel said:

Then, Yrel, take your colleagues around this base. They will stay here for a long time in the future. I... go to deal with some other things first.

After finishing speaking, the great lord walked towards the shadow. The moment he stepped into it, the shadow's hoarse voice reached his ears:

Lord, Bwonsamdi's emissary... is here! She came alone, and it is said that she brought the final answer from Death... Do you need to go see her now?