Menethil's Power

Chapter 80 Resident Evil of Gnomeregan

As the smallest intelligent race in Azeroth, gnomes are mostly not suitable for fighting.Even if they have the most advanced technology and civilization, they cannot gain an absolute advantage in the struggle with other races, because most races in Azeroth are at least twice their height.An unarmed gnome is as threatening as a small animal, which is an inherent weakness of the race.

"My cousin and I were going to go to the back door of Gnomeregan to see if there were any other survivors, but we met these big green-skinned guys on the way, and they were chasing us like crazy." Little Lolita said with the fast-forward speed unique to dwarves: "My cousin asked me to go first, she has to take care of those guys alone."

"It seems that your luck is not very good. The attackers did not want you to leave easily. But you just said 'survivors of Gnomeregan' to mean..."

The ground suddenly trembled slightly, and a large amount of black smoke suddenly rose from the woods not far away, followed by a dull explosion.

"It's my cousin!" Millie exclaimed excitedly. "She's near here!" She directly drove the mechanical chocobo, and the metal feet collided with the rock to make a crisp sound. The little dwarf seemed to suddenly forget that he was talking with Isaacs, and just wanted to meet her cousin immediately.

Isaacs cursed secretly, and he had a good understanding of the dwarf's jumping character. Of course, he would not let go of this friendly race member he had just met so hard, so he had to follow, and the other 50 paladins naturally did not Let the chief act alone, they have no time to clean up the battlefield, and keep up with Isaacs' pace.

The speed of the mechanical chocobo was very fast, and Isaacs had to speed up accordingly.Millie stopped suddenly after crossing a patch of cedar, "Cousin!" the dwarf little Lori called out in a shrill voice.

Isaacs looked in the direction she was facing, and then saw a very strange scene in Azeroth.The scorched ground seemed to have been bombed, and it was full of large and small potholes; several charred bodies were scattered around, and the human figure could barely be seen; a mechanical chicken with rockets all over its body was suspended And now and then, let out a deadly rocket that turns an innocent tree into a torch.

The instigator of all this was facing them with his back, and his short stature looked domineering.Although she was in an alpine region, she was still only wearing a short-sleeved jacket, and her bare arms had strong muscle lines.Her gray hair was pulled into a weird, thick upside-down braid, and she looked very unfriendly.

The last remaining orc, blackened and charred, attacked the dwarf in desperation, his fangs so prominent against the black skin that Isaacs could tell his race.Facing the imminent attack, the female dwarf just raised her finger indifferently.

A crimson light suddenly shot from her ring, sweeping across the orc from top to bottom.The orc's sturdy body remained stable for less than a second, and then split into two symmetrical halves.

Isaacs, who witnessed this scene, gasped involuntarily. To kill an orc, he only needs to hit the vital part, so why be so cruel.

"Hey, my dear cousin, it's nice to meet you." The dwarf who heard Millie turned around, and then realized that her cousin didn't come alone, she quickly raised her right hand to aim Isaacs, "Who are they?"

Isaacs took a few steps back subconsciously, the feeling of being pointed at by such a deadly weapon was not pleasant.

"I don't know, they look like big dwarfs who have taken growth potions." Millie's answer made Isaacs' eyes twitch.Seeing his cousin's increasingly hostile expression, the young prince immediately said, "Don't get excited, ma'am." He raised his hands to show that he was not malicious, "We are humans, humans from the northern continent."

The midget's attitude showed no signs of softening.

"I am the paladin Isaacs Menethil, and the others are my subordinates. The purpose of our coming to Dun Morogh is to expel the orcs from our world. From this point of view, we should be friends." Ai Sachs explained as best he could.

"I can vouch for them, little girl," said a gruff voice, from Hemet Nesingwary, a little late because the dwarf hunter had checked the vicinity very carefully for any fish that slipped through his net, " If you can't trust the credibility of humans, at least take the advice of a dwarf."

The humans who appeared in Dun Morogh before were either poachers or bandits other than merchants. It is no wonder that the female dwarf was so vigilant. She finally relaxed her vigilance. "I'm sorry, Master Hemet." The female dwarf said that she actually knew dwarf. "Because of the great changes in Gnomeregan, I have to be more vigilant."

Gnomeregan?The gnome's underground city?Isaacs thought for a moment, and finally remembered the changes in this dwarf city. He was about to blurt out the word "caveman", and then swallowed it back forcefully.

"Gnomeregan?" Nesingwary frowned, "Another giant rock worm dug into your city?"

"Worse than that, a horde of troglodytes suddenly invaded Gnomeregan, and High Tinker Mekkatorque misheard Thermaplugg's advice and opened the radiation tanks, filling all of Gnomeregan with Infectious radiation fumes that do two main things, empower troggs, and infect gnomes."

"My ancestors." The dwarf was really taken aback.

The female dwarf shrugged her shoulders, "There is sufficient evidence to prove that all of this is the conspiracy of the ambitious Thermar Pragg, but it is too late to say anything now. Gnomeregan has completely fallen, and the high craftsman had to take some of the survivors with him." The survivors retreated to Artisan Town above ground. The situation is dire, we face the threat of orcs and frostmane trolls, and there are many survivors underground who need to be rescued."

"So the big craftsman filmed the two of us going to the back door of Gnomeregan to find survivors and ask for help from Ironforge." Millie continued: "But those big green skins seem to occupy the entire Dun Morogh, so these two goals It seems like it's all going to fail."

Isaacs thought for a while, then suddenly said, "I wonder if you can tell me your name, ma'am."

"Milfis." Without waiting for her cousin to answer, Millie said cheerfully: "Cousin Milfis is the most outstanding engineering genius in history except the great craftsman Mekkatorque!"

The name was inexplicably familiar, but Isaacs didn't think much about it. "I think we can help, Ms. Milfiss." He suggested: "In this case, a team composed of extraordinary people can play a huge role."

Hemet Nesingwary nodded, "There is no reason to sit by and watch the plight of the allies, and I will go together."

"Thank you so much." Milfiss said, the corners of his mouth finally curved. "It's not too late, we'd better hurry back to Artisan Town immediately."

At this time, Isaacs finally remembered where he had heard the name of the female dwarf. "May I ask, what is your relationship with Millhouse Manastorm?" He asked subconsciously, purely out of curiosity.

Milfis stopped abruptly, clenched his fists, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "He is my husband." The female dwarf said coldly.
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Milfis Manastorm is a truly genius-level engineer, one of the few full-scoring graduates of Wheel Axle University, and the youngest winner of the Great Craftsman Invention Award.The gear she designed is still in use across most of Gnomeregan today.But the life of even such a fine dwarf is not perfect.

"The thing my cousin regrets the most in her life is that she married Millhouse Manastorm when she was in Wheelax College." Millie whispered to Isaacs, secretly watching Milfis's reaction, "That guy married for a year After that, I ran to Dalaran, and I haven’t sent a single letter in these years, making my cousin a complete laughing stock.”

"I will find him." Milfiss said suddenly, with murderous intent in his cold voice, "I will definitely find him, even if it is the ends of the earth."

Isaacs shivered, and couldn't help but silently prayed for a certain funny dwarf mage. No wonder Millhouse ran around in the original timeline, and the domestic violence was indeed fiercer than a tiger.

After half a day, they arrived at their destination.Artisan Town is located in the northwest of Dun Morogh. The entire town seems to be made of metal parts and gears. Even the gate is made of several huge gears.The disaster made this small town no longer the peace it used to be. The streets were crowded with anxious-looking gnomes, and several mechanical cavalrymen desperately maintained order, but with little success.

Great craftsman Gilbin Mekkatorque was very emotional when he saw Isaacs. He almost cried after hearing Isaacs' self-report, "Are you here to rescue us on purpose?"

Isaacs froze for a moment, thinking it would be better to acquiesce, "Yes." He replied in a very affirmative tone.

"It's so touching, I never expected you to be so generous and generous."

Isaacs realized where the problem was. "Has anyone else contacted you before?"

The great craftsman Mekkatorque nodded, "A dwarf riding a griffin brought goodwill to the alliance, but we can only provide some machinery, and we really can't send any manpower. After all, the situation in Gnomeregan is too severe. Too bad." The great craftsman said apologetically.

He suddenly became excited again, "But I really didn't expect you to come to our aid! A whole team of priests! I really can't express my gratitude, you are the eternal friends of the dwarves!"

"I'm glad we can help." Isaacs responded with some embarrassment, and began to consider whether to tell the master craftsman that it was just a temporary idea of ​​his own, but Milfis, who knew the real situation, seemed to have no intention of explaining it. He also acquiesced to the inference of the great craftsman. After all, this was just a beautiful misunderstanding, and there was really no need to dismantle it.

(End of this chapter)