Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1185 281. Don't let Odin know about this thing

  Blake gave an order, and Brian and Zhou Zhuo, who were admiring the star dragon Elagon, were carried out of the laboratory by the bear warrior one by one.

  The two guys in a hurry scream and curse and swear that they will never touch anything, but these two guys' oath in this regard is like ass-wiping paper.

   Their spirits may be able to control their restless hearts, but their hands clearly have their own thoughts.

  As the mechanical gnomes began to clear the field, a group of research forces led by Prince Erazmin appeared, and Captain Trixie, who had been working on Mechagon Island recently, was also summoned.

   She also has good news for Blake.

   "The construction progress of the main body of your space battleship has reached 70%, and now my laboratory in Mechagon is stepping up to modify our engines to adapt to their efficiency and propulsion speed when flying at high altitudes."

   The mechanical dwarf pirate captain, chewing on the oil-flavored gum, proudly waved his new prosthetic body and reported to his boss:

   "According to your request, we have designed two propulsion modes of technology and magic for the "Flying Pirate Man" to ensure that it can complete the combat mission excellently in any situation.

   There is nothing to say about technology, the accumulation of technology on Mechagon Island is completely sufficient.

   But we are not familiar with magic. "

   Trixie pushed the **** wasteland-style pirate hat she welded herself with scrap iron, and said to Black:

   "This is up to you to let the mages under your command go out."

   "That's not in a hurry."

  Blake held the jug and said in a subtle tone:

   "The sky is not our domain yet. The monarch of the sky is not friendly to us now. We need to kill it before we can set foot in the sky, so you can design and build slowly, I am not in a hurry.

  What about weapon systems?

   Are the cool and dazzling black technologies that I need installed? "

"Have!"

   Trixie patted her chest and said:

   "Three large-caliber flesh-purifying cannons, twenty-four sets of high-energy laser emission matrices, and countless missile nests, we also designed several high-altitude torpedo tubes.

   That thing is so exciting!

   The target ship used in the previous test was about to sink after one shot, and two bomber flight formations could be parked on the huge double deck at one time.

  We have also used the construction share of the last few months to build small aircraft, and we have already made up a cruise formation.

   Its one ship is a destroying fleet, my captain, and it was born for the sole purpose of sowing death! "

   "Cool! That's what I want."

  Black gave a thumbs up in satisfaction, but soon he dropped his face, looked at Trixie, and said in a long voice:

   "Generally speaking, when a report on such a big project says good things, it's time to say bad things. You brought me such good news, and it shows that the trouble you have encountered is also amazing.

  Say, what do you need? "

   "Money, my boss."

   Trixie is not ambiguous either.

  This captain from the mechanical gang was born with a stubborn anger. She took a sip to the side, spat out the chewing gum in her mouth, spread her hands and said to Blake:

   "The money is running out. If you don't allocate funds, the construction progress will stop.

  We mechanical gnomes are grateful for your help and are willing to work 24 hours overtime for free, just to consume more chips and spare prostheses.

   But Gnomeregan and the goblin consortium will not ship to us if they don't see the money. Many of the raw materials we need are only capable of being made by them.

  The dwarf is good to say, you can get rid of it with a little advanced technology.

   But the goblins are very greedy. They found out that we need materials on a large scale and began to take the opportunity to increase the price. "

   "I've given you all 30% of Tol Ballard's tax last year!"

  Blake said with a headache:

   "My mother won't give me any more money, she doesn't think it's worth spending more money on a ship, I can't convince her, she's the governor after all.

   If this goes on, I'll have to pay out of my own pocket

   I hate this consumption.

  You said just now that the goblins have raised the price for us? Which goblin raised the price? "

   "Everything went up except the hot sand consortium."

   Trixie said helplessly:

   "Those profiteers have calculated that only they can do the industry standard parts, and they are targeting us."

   "It really gave them face!"

  Blake gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and said:

   "Don't worry, I'll find a few 'friends' to talk about it, maybe in a few days, those goblins will take the initiative to lower the price."

"you sure?"

  Mechanical Gnome said suspiciously:

   "If you want the goblins to take the initiative to lower the price and give up the profit, that will kill them."

   "They'll either cut prices or die!"

   Black snorted and said:

   "I didn't do it all right, did I? It's better to make a little bit less than to kill someone with a factory inexplicably, right?"

   "We can't do this by ourselves."

   Trixie reminds:

   "It's easy to ruin your reputation. I know you don't care about the boss, but our Mechagon is such a big place, and we'll have to buy materials from them in the future."

   "Of course I won't do it myself, and I'm not stupid."

  The pirate rolled his eyes and turned to look at Mrs. Guo Ya who had been listening in front of Trixie. Before he could speak, Mrs. Guo Ya smiled and asked softly:

   "It seems that Mr. Black's business is in trouble, and the Jade Lotus Gang is willing to help. You just need to tell us the strongholds of the 'goblin' and provide a little round-trip support.

  We are happy to solve those greedy guys for our partners. Taking advantage of the fire is not the right attitude to do business. Such malicious businessmen who compete maliciously need to be cleaned up. "

   "Oops, madam, if you are a human or an elf, I will definitely marry a gentle and considerate woman like you back home. She is a perfect helper."

  Black laughed and gave Trixie a wink. Captain Mechagnome immediately understood, waved and took out a roll of the map of the South China Sea and began to write and draw on it.

   Marked the locations of those goblin merchants who maliciously raised prices, and also marked the residences of a few stinky goblins who had been rude to him before.

   This is called the balance between public affairs and private affairs.

   In this warm and friendly exchange, minutes passed, and the mechanical gnomes said it would take six hours to take over the control system of this ancient hall, but it turned out that these little men were amazingly talented in this regard.

   It only took them more than four hours to break through the data defense of the Nalak'sha engine. Of course, this is also because this Titan treasure house has not been maintained and updated for 10,000 years.

   With a low roar, the starlight dragon Elegon, who was hovering guarding the center of Nalak'sha's engine, was turned off the attack command.

In the cheers of the mechanical gnomes, the astonishingly beautiful star dragon slowly flew away from the main body of the engine and coiled up at the other end of the hall, making the three little stars jump over with cheers, and began to touch the beautiful, shockingly beautiful up and down. creature.

   However, the pirates did not pay attention to the star dragon, but said to the sun watcher Tarim who has been guarding the Titan engine:

   "I promised you before that I would help you lift the weakening of the curse of flesh and blood, and now it's time for the promise to be fulfilled, stand up, my friend.

   With just a little painful motivation, you can return to the most original and purest form of power. "

   These words made the Tol'vir stunned for a moment.

   He took off the mighty jackal-head mask, revealing the furry face of a big cat, and said in a shocked tone:

"Is it really possible?"

   "Of course, the mogu used the power of this creation engine to reverse the curse of flesh and blood, and now you can also return to mythology.

   This is my gift to my tol'vir friends. "

  Black turned his head to the mechanical gnome prince under his feet and said:

   "Can the Flesh Purification program be activated?"

   "Yes! The energy is complete, and this Titan engine is very well preserved. The process of reversing the curse of flesh and blood by the Mogu is also perfect. We only need to copy it once."

  The mechanical gnome prince banged a few buttons in front of the Titan console, and the energy frequency that was constantly overflowing from the huge energy well in front of him suddenly changed from soft to agitation.

   But he also reminded:

   "Database records show that this flesh-and-blood reversal process is so painful that only the most powerful warriors can withstand it, but the engine has a full soul overload program.

   Its reversal is controllable!

   Even if it fails, it will not hurt the soul, which is much more 'gentle' than our unstable mechanical return bomb. "

   "So intelligent and so advanced?"

  Blake blinked his eyes and sighed. He looked at the powerful warrior of Tol'vir again. Sunwatcher Tarim was obviously hesitant, but he didn't hesitate for long.

   turned his head and said a few words to his companion, then flapped his wings and landed in the energy well of Nalak'sha's engine.

   He said to Black:

  "As a warrior of Tol'vir, I have been following the footsteps of the gods all my life. If this place can make my body pure to the original appearance of the mythical age, then I am willing to endure all the pain.

   These are the offerings of the gods.

  Come on, Lord Black, let's start, in the name of the gods, let me become pure! "

   "Uh, Your Excellency Captain, before I start the human transformation experiment, it's best to use the secondary life form for preliminary experiments."

   Prince Erazmin whispered:

   "It seems a little bit contempt for the value of life to use fresh life like this."

   "That's what you don't understand, my dear prince."

   Black snorted, gave Tarim the Sun Watcher a thumbs up, and said to the Mechanical Prince:

   "The tol'vir are the closest living creatures of all races to the original face of the titan creation. If they can't reverse the curse of flesh through the engine of Nalak'sha, then this thing really can't be used by anyone except the mogu.

  Listen to me, if you are still holding on to the ideal of bringing the whole world back to the ancient, pure mythological age, now is the time to start this great work.

   I say, start! "

  The Mechanic Prince hesitated for a moment, then he glanced at the Tol'vir warrior and emphasized:

   "If he can't stand it, I'll terminate the process immediately."

"up to you."

  Black took a step back and said:

   "But I don't think "chosen people" like the Tol'vir will give up this chance to return to purity, their outlook on life is different from ours, Erazmin.

   Just like you mechanical gnomes can give up everything for science, the tol'vir's belief in and following the gods are their racial characteristics.

  You can call it ignorance, that is your freedom.

   But you can't question their choice because of this, that's not the truth that science teaches you, and science is just a way to truth, not an absolute way.

   At least that's what the wizarding world is like. "

   "You're right, Captain, I almost believed it."

   Prince Erazmin snorted. He stretched out his hand on the Titan console and began to increase the output energy. A mass of starlight poured out of the energy well and filled Tarim's flesh and blood almost instantly.

   Those starlights "transparent" the flesh and blood, and instantly shaped the sun watcher into an "astral creature".

   Then the reversal of flesh and blood began, and the Tovir warrior felt his flesh and blood "melt" in an instant, and the terrible pain caused him to roar immediately.

   This roar startled the mechanical prince, and he was about to interrupt the reversal immediately, but the moment he raised his hand, the big cat's shout came from the starlight:

   "No! Don't stop! Don't stop! This is a test of the gods, I feel His presence! He is here! He has been here! The Tol'vir were born here too!

I saw!

do not stop!

Intensify!

   I can take it! what! "

   "You heard."

  Black put his hand on Prince Erazmin's shoulder and said:

   "This is his choice, keep transforming! I believe Tarim will not let us down."

   The mechanical prince clenched his teeth and raised his energy output to a higher level. Tarim collapsed into the scorching starlight in an instant, and he couldn't even utter a scream.

   Fortunately, the curse reversal process of the Titan engine was fast, and after just a few seconds, the scorching starlight dimmed.

  As the last ray of light dissipated, a strange creature appeared in the energy well in front of everyone, and huge wings made of obsidian-like rock folded and covered his body.

   While waiting for his strength to recover, he struggled to get up little by little.

   The whole process was filled with the harsh sound of rocks colliding with each other. At the moment when the huge and heavy wings were closed and retracted, a pair of sharp stone claws stepped on the ground, causing the laboratory to shake slightly.

  Tarim raised his head, his body that was originally made of flesh and blood had completely returned to the purest state of rock, and the expression on that face was still lifelike, but there was no sense of fragility of flesh and blood.

   His rocky body still has strange lines shaped by the Titans, which makes him light up as warm as the sun as he walks.

   This was the power that their **** gave to the tol'vir.

His body is at least five times heavier, but his strength has also increased several times due to the return of purity, which makes it difficult for him to control the skyrocketing power well for a while, and after taking a few steps, he uses his claws to dig a small hole in the ground. .

   If you give him a little more time, maybe he can dig out an explosion pit in place.

   "Messenger of the gods!"

   Several tol'virs who were onlookers knelt down in front of Tarim excitedly, thinking that they had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.

  Tarim twisted his majestic obsidian head and looked around. His eyes were shaped like the most beautiful sapphire, and there was still emotion flowing in them.

   He stretched out his hand to take the Sun Warhammer handed over by his tribe, held it high, and announced loudly:

   "The Engine of Nalak'sha belongs to the gods! The tol'vir will guard the great master of Ra-den here forever!"

   "Clap clap"

   In the silence, only the pirate raised his hands and applauded. He looked at the new powerful posture of the Tolvir warrior with great admiration. He said softly to the mechanical prince beside him:

   "Do you know what this scene in front of you means?"

   Prince Erazmin did not answer immediately, he just carefully looked at Tarim, who had returned to purity and had no trace of sequelae, and said in a low voice:

   "This means that the keys to the Age of Mythology are in our hands. Humans, dwarves and gnomes, and all the titan creations of this world, can regain their lost power if you will.

  This means that Azeroth will return to the mythical age when its power was full of power.

certainly.

   This all requires your permission. "

   (end of this chapter)