Menethil's Power

Chapter 133 The Ancient Spirit
With the sound of a mechanical collision, a steamy standard dwarf mechanical chocobo appeared in everyone's sight. Milfis, the new director of quality inspection department of Blizzard Company, greeted Isaacs. Confiscated by Dalaran Law Enforcement, but it's no big deal for a true engineering genius to build a locomotion tool in a few days.

When not mentioning a male dwarf, Milfis is still very calm and reliable. After taking office, she quickly entered the role. The female dwarf walked up to the Punisher and manipulated the mechanical arm on the Chocobo Tapped the tank's metal feet.

"You used the siege mode?" She looked up at Obno, her huge goggles covering her expression.

"Uh, yes." Obno looked a little embarrassed, "I know this function is not stable enough, but I had no choice under the circumstances at the time, you don't know, it was a tree man as tall as a hundred dwarves! ’ he said exaggeratedly.

Milfies snorted coldly, "Stupid behavior, stupid explanation." She commented harshly, and tapped the Punisher's mechanical foot again. "But it's still kind of useful. Because this exposes a problem. See, Obno? Your spider's hexapod system is almost broken."

As she began to observe the condition of these mechanical legs, she took out a notebook and began to record, "The machine body is seriously damaged, and the power system can only barely maintain operation. It is obvious, Obno, that the walking tank can't be used as a punishment. In addition, even if fine gold is used, these mechanical feet can withstand multiple bombardments in non-siege mode, it seems that we have to replace it with a track system."

"I don't think it's necessary to completely deny Obno's design." Isaacs said, "After all, the mechanical legs are far more flexible than the tracks. Once the Punisher is replaced with tracks, it will become a complete self-propelled gun, which cannot be reinstalled. Weapons for close combat. So I think it’s better to remove the siege mode and separate the concept of the hexapod combat machine, well, it’s called ‘Immortal’.”

Anyway, no one in this world pursues copyright, so just use some more familiar titles, which can be regarded as nostalgia for that world.

"Understood." Milfis nodded, and began to record quickly in his notebook.

Isaacs looked at Obno again. The dwarf engineer was in a state of gratitude because of the boss's affirmation. "The tonnage of the Punisher is too large, and it is impossible for us to install fine gold armor on every vehicle." Isaacs said with a headache. "We need a more flexible war machine. Can you shrink the size of the Punisher?"

"No problem at all, boss!" The dwarf patted his chest and said, "Just copy the design of our spider tank, just change the power system."

"Very good." Isaacs nodded, "The code name of this small tank is 'Stalker'. In addition, the problem of power and energy needs to be resolved. After all, we now have such a large Kaya mining area, there is really no need to To withstand the high price of arcane crystals in Quel'Thalas, you must update the energy system as soon as possible so that it can use kaya ore, and this goblin should be able to help in this regard."

Hobart Grapplehammer, who was pointed out by Isaacs, subconsciously straightened his chest.

"Well, we will report the new research and development content to Squall." Milfiss waved his hand, "Okay, guys, it's time to work, we have to get this big guy back to the lab first."

The Punisher was quickly shut down, and then put on a huge flatbed truck, dragged away by several goblin logging machines. Looking at the ferocious cannon barrel, Isaacs suddenly felt a little pride in his heart. Although Azeroth had already appeared It has introduced thermal weapons, but such a giant artillery is currently the only one with no semicolon.

Azeroth has long been interested in Azeroth's firearms. Whether it is those used by the Crowley family or the standard firearms of Ironforge, they are almost only at the level of the earth's mid-nineteenth century, but some guns However, his performance far exceeded this category. For example, Mr. Hemet, the weapon he used to hunt dragons and powerful orcs would never be an ordinary bolt-action rifle.

This doubt was not solved until Obno was recruited. Firearms are just a concept, that is, weapons that can fire high-speed projectiles, but gunpowder is not the only source of kinetic energy. Gnomes also have their own magic research. The magic circle of Sri Lanka generally believes that only magic crystals with stable energy are valuable, but the dwarves who inherited the knowledge of the Titans know that some unstable magic stones can explode high amounts of energy in special devices, and when they are used in guns It has a unique name when it is made - the trigger stone.

Therefore, the most valuable part of this Punisher is not the power system, nor the fine gold armor, but the core of the two giant cannons.After all, even if the epic-level unstable energy crystals cannot be used directly, they are downright dangerous. In order to buy them from Dalaran, Isaacs spent a lot of effort.

Therefore, the real precious wealth of Azeroth is actually the inheritance of the Titans. Isaacs suddenly felt that it was necessary for him to sponsor the Explorers Association established by the Bronzebeard family. God knows what big secrets they will discover.

Of course, it's not like Blizzard didn't have something entirely of its own. The tomahawk blade-thrower proved to be a poor design, but the runes that those early developers made by mistake were a valuable one. The invention of this rune, which can destroy the inner structure of magic metal to burst a large amount of energy, now has a very apt name:

Fission Rune.

After a fission rune is engraved on a seemingly large blade that is actually not heavy, the effect is equivalent to a heroic meteorite. Isaacs is looking forward to the power of a solid mithril bullet.

At this time, several goblins worked together to lift out a wooden board from the cabin, on which was a big purple-black cat with its limbs bound. Isaacs didn't pay much attention to it at first, thinking it was the fur brought by Valeera, but soon He was surprised to find that the strange-haired animal was alive.

What surprised him even more.It is the silver eyes and strange long ears of this big cat.

Isaacs immediately thought of a possibility, but he didn't show any strange expression, but waited until he returned to the camp before grabbing Valeera.

"Don't tell me you can't recognize what it is, dear." He whispered, the distance from the female elf's ear was less than five centimeters, which is really a very close distance, and Valeera could even feel his breath heat.

The female elf turned around in a very elegant and calm manner, and looked at the young prince with a half-smile, "What do you want to say? I cleared away all obstacles and completed the task satisfactorily. In principle, take that little leopard out of the scorched-earth island."

Isaacs couldn't help sighing when he heard the words, "You really know." After all, the high elves were of the same clan ten thousand years ago, so the high elves' understanding of their cousins ​​is no worse than that of humans. "Why is there a druid on that island?" He said like He said to himself, feeling quite a headache.

In the extraordinary profession of Azeroth.Druids and priests are the least hostile professions. Priests are popular because of their excellent healing abilities, while druids are naturally neutral. They protect nature, and only those who destroy nature will arouse their wrath.

Unfortunately, however, what Blizzard did in the Lost Islands was beyond the tolerance of the Druids, including unscrupulous arson, massive logging and hunting, and brutal aggression against the aborigines, and now they are also charged with assault .

"And she's a night elf druid." Valeera still had that leisurely tone, "It can be seen from her ears that she has caused a lot of hindrance to our actions, so I can only control it. She, bring it back and hand it over to you to deal with related matters. What, is there a problem?"

Isaacs was a little speechless for a while, "No." He said bitterly: "I just want to remind you that you should not only pay attention to the characteristics of the ears when judging the Druid race from the animal form. The long ears will also be kept, so you should look at the mane more."

The conversation between the two ended here, because they both felt the arrival of outsiders.Partridge was standing not far away, even though she saw that Isaacs and the female elf seemed very close, she didn't seem to show any obvious signs.

"There is a purple-skinned elf waiting outside the camp. He hopes to see you, Your Highness." The clear and beautiful voice was like an orchid in the valley.

Since coming to the Lost Isles, Partridge has not expressed the slightest opinion on what Isaacs has done. She seems to have become a silent angel, bestowing the blessing of the Holy Light on red dragons, mercenaries, and even captives. Pygmy slaves, so she spent no less effort than Isaacs who was busy with the war during this period.

Not seeing each other for several days made the originally intimate relationship between the boy and the girl suddenly become a little cold, especially when Valeera was present.

However, Isaacs, who was not thinking about it, didn't notice it, nor did he notice the meaning of birth in Partress' "Your Highness". "Look, trouble is coming." He made a helpless gesture to Valeera, and hurriedly touched Paltrace's head, "Let's go, let's meet that night elf."

It wasn't until he reached the gate of the camp that Isaacs realized that Partridge hadn't followed him. He couldn't help but lament Partrace's sense of responsibility and sacrifice. She must be busy spreading the grace of the Holy Light again. Such benevolence Isaacs, who is also a clergyman, felt quite ashamed of his kind heart.

The straight man’s iron thoughts made Isaacs quickly retract his thoughts and turn his attention to the new guests. This was the first time Isaacs saw a living night elf. Unlike the bright and beautiful high elves, the night elves looked like To be more "natural", for example, the man in front of you is nearly two meters tall, with purple-black skin, dark green hair scattered around, high nose and deep eyes, and the vicissitudes of life and expressionless face make him look not So good touch.

"Hello humans, I'm Malachi the Druid. My tree friend told me that you imprisoned my companion, and I hope you can release her." The night elf said coldly.

Isaacs suddenly felt a bit of a toothache. Is it true that the druids are so well-informed? "It seems that this is not suitable for discussing serious matters. We might as well go to the reception room to discuss in detail."

However, Druid Wa Nuan didn't give face, "No, it's here. This land has been ravaged by you. I don't want to listen to its wailing while talking and laughing with the perpetrator."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Valeera, who had been slouching all along, tensed her body, but Isaacs finally sighed, "I'm sorry this was a misunderstanding. We will release your companion immediately." attitude said.

Sometimes patience is necessary. Of course Isaacs will not think that he can arrogantly ignore everything. Neither the night elves nor the druid organization is a suitable enemy. This is not only because of their great strength. According to the original timeline, they were supposed to be allies of humanity.

"A wise choice." Malachi nodded slightly, "But your behavior still violated the bottom line of the Cenarion Council. Every species has its own place in nature, and your demands of nature have far exceeded To the upper limit, so it must be 'adjusted', I have no right to decide how to take measures, but I will truthfully report to Archdruid Fandral Staghelmet, and he will decide whether to limit the number of you."

The air was completely frozen now, and Isaacs frowned. He didn't know whether the druid was really unreasonable or deliberately doing it. Anyway, he successfully ruined the possibility of his companion's easy freedom with a single sentence.

"Are you threatening me?" Isaacs' eyes quickly turned cold.

"No, I'm just stating a fact." Druid remained expressionless.

Isaacs' face became cloudy and uncertain. It's not a wonderful thing to be targeted by some rigid druids, especially in this situation where the development investment has just been completed. It is his greatest asset, and it really cannot be lost.It seems that if they can no longer communicate, the two night elves will not be able to stay, but who can guarantee that there will not be a third druid on this island?
Just when Isaacs was hesitating, a deep sigh sounded, and the wooden stick that the Druid had been holding, which we called "the staff", suddenly shone with a crystal light. The rays of light converged into a basketball-sized energy cluster, and then a standard night elf's vicissitudes face emerged.

This is an elf, transformed by the soul of the night elf after death, and generally does not retain the consciousness of life, but this one in front of him seems to be a strange one, and that face actually smiled at Isaacs.

"Hello, Isaacs Menethil. I didn't expect that we would meet in this situation." The elf made a hollow bass voice, and a little light sprinkled from it.He gestured to Malachi, "Please forgive this child's rudeness. In your words, his character is too straightforward."

(End of this chapter)