Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 785 116. Voslager's Career Crisis

  The mechanical city beneath the surface of Mechagon Island was jubilant.

Although the city has not been cleaned up, there are still uncontrolled robots operating in some hidden areas, and the whole city is still in a state of severe energy shortage, but the surviving mechanical gnomes who have experienced riots, expulsions and wars and destructions They can't wait to start a carnival that belongs to them in the city they finally lost and found.

   The population of these little guys at their peak was only close to 100,000. It was really a pocket civilization that could not be smaller.

   King Mechagon's oppression and ensuing chaos took out almost half of the mechanical gnomes, leaving their kingdom precariously devastated.

   has even come to the brink of genocide.

   It is no exaggeration to say that Black's timely assistance saved these little men, so it is not difficult to understand that he is regarded as the savior of the mechanical gnome.

   However, the pirate is, after all, a person who is "indifferent to fame and fortune". He cares more about actual interests than false names. Therefore, he declined this exaggerated name and passed it on to a guy who likes false names very much.

   "Ha, yes, I'm the 'Savior of Mechagon' and the 'Machine Overlord's nemesis'! I can get two more beautiful medals."

  In the largest mechanical bar in Mechagon City, the cheerful little star wears a red Christmas hat-like hat and guzzles the oddly-tasting Rustbolt Eggnog.

   Surrounded and cheered by a group of small mechanical gnomes, His Royal Highness Xingxing succeeded in getting himself drunk.

   also kept promoting the great cause of his past.

   The rise of her drinking, she even took out her notebook on the spot and told the Dalaran stories she "polished" to the mechanical gnomes who admired her.

   Touted himself fiercely, the exaggerated narrative, emotional description and ups and downs of the storyline, the mechanical dwarfs who listened to it were taken aback for a while.

   The dragon guard Sianne who guards the little star is much more low-key.

   She sat on the side, sips the strange wine, and looked at her drunken and bragging perfect Highness with a kind of "indulgent" gaze.

   She thought it was really interesting to spend time with Little Xingxing.

   is much more interesting than the not too long dragon life she spent in the magic hub.

   "Oh, you ask me how I defused King Mechagon's complicated and troublesome bomb fuze? Hehe, of course I did it with my ingenuity and my natural acumen for machinery."

On the other side of Seanne, another dwarf hero Oversback who stopped the explosion was also surrounded by a group of mechanical dwarf girls. This smart and extremely smart guy was drinking wine and described it with an obscure professional name. your own thoughts and actions at the time.

The mechanical dwarf girls    heard exclamations, which made Overspark even more proud.

  The celebration of these little gnomes was very happy and noisy, those strange phonographs were constantly playing various styles of music, and the colorful lights shining overhead kept playing, making the whole bar full of cheerful atmosphere.

  The guests who were invited were all indulging in joy.

   Even little Jaina, who has always maintained a decent caster, was invited by the enthusiastic gnomes to dance a warm and cheerful tap dance on the dance floor.

  Tan Reid, who participated in such a big operation for the first time and returned victorious, abides by the principle of not drinking, but he is also honored because he participated in such a powerful operation before.

   The first time in anything is worth remembering, let alone the great event that literally saved all life in Boralus.

  This expedition to Mechagon is destined to be remembered for a lifetime by Tanred.

   "Come, dance together, my little princess."

   The half-drunk Fenna Jinjian walked over staggeringly, and violently pulled up her somewhat restrained little brother, she beat Tan Reid's head violently, and said drunkenly:

   "Don't imitate your father, always keep a straight face, you also participated in the battle, although you are only doing logistical work in the rear, but you are also eligible to enjoy this victory.

  You have to learn the pleasures of warriors.

Look!

   The little dwarf Kelsey over there can't find a dance partner, you go to dance with her, don't touch it, be careful that the grumpy little dwarf beats you. Hahaha, Huh? Where has Blake gone? "

  Fina shook her head, standing out among a group of small dwarfs. She looked around and asked:

   "Why don't you see that guy? He always brags about his agility, and I want to dance with him, so that he can have a good experience of the flexibility of elves."

   "Blake seems to have gone to Rustbolt's pier."

   Tan Reid whispered:

   "I saw him go over there with Prince Erazmin and Trixie just before the celebration, as if he was going to pick up some people.

   also said to talk about some important things and not be interrupted. "

   "Hey, that **** is doing some conspiracy again, that guy will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't do conspiracy for a day."

  Fina complained, patted Tan Reid's head again, and said:

   "You can't learn from him, that guy has gone too deep into the darkness, he is no longer saved, but you can still save. Yo, little Xingxing, don't brag, come and dance."

  The female warrior sent a dance invitation to the also drunk Little Xingxing in a very manly manner.

  The Dragon Princess happily responded.

  Holding the corners of her skirt, she walked over briskly, and she and Fenna hugged each other's waists. The two of them kept spinning back and forth on the dance floor to the elegant melody played by the dwarf gramophone.

  Fina was born in a noble family of elves, and Little Xingxing was cultivated by the blue dragons as the next generation of dragon kings. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her manners.

   The dance of the two made the noisy mechanical gnomes shut their mouths.

   Everyone is quietly admiring the eye-catching scene in front of them. Little Jaina chuckled, she squatted down and put her hands on the ground, holding the juice.

  As the cold air overflowed, a layer of smooth ice surface was covered on the dance floor by Little Mage, making the dance of Little Star and Fenna seamless into an artistic pair skating.

   The dance of the two was more free and beautiful, just like the elves on the ice, the mechanical gnomes around them cheered in unison, and even took the initiative to follow the music and the dance of the two to beat the beat for them.

  This scene was quietly recorded by Kelsey Gangshuo with a mechanical camera. She felt that the hilarity of this night would definitely become one of the best memories in her life.

   As for the shameful Lord Overspark.

   He had sneaked out of the bar with two "hot" mechanical dwarf chicks just now, went to find a quiet place, and talked about the in-depth topic of "how gnomes reproduce after mechanical transformation".

   This is the celebration, as it should be.

   In the corner of the bar, a group of watchmen also sat quietly in the dark, admiring the celebration in front of them. These elf she-wolves have an air of asceticism even when they celebrate.

  Like those behind-the-scenes heroes who defend the world, relax a little in his spare time, only a little bit of indulgence, but still vigilant.

   "Ms. Nasa's dancing is much better than that flamboyant blue dragon."

   A Watcher recruit whispered something, which immediately won the approval of the other recruits.

   But they all knew that it was impossible for Ms. Nasa to take off her armor and dance in front of so many people. Under the spotlight, it was never the stage for the watchmen.

   Nasa, who was praised by the apprentices, was expressionless, but there was a helpless smile hidden under the helmet.

   "Ms. Maiev's dancing is a hundred times better than the two of them. Unfortunately, how many people have seen Maiev, the priestess of the moon, dance in the moonlight?

   That is the most beautiful scenery in this world. "

  Nasa said something in her heart.

   At that time, she was just a child who lost everything in the war. If it wasn't for the protection and help of Ms. Maiev, she would not be able to live up to now.

   Just like the mother-daughter relationship between Lady Tyrande and General Shandris, the relationship between Nasa and Maiev was not that close, but it was definitely beyond mere superiors and subordinates.

  Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them sisters?

   "I'm off to patrol. I'll give you guys a break tonight and relax. You won't have a chance to have fun if you leave here."

  Nasa took a sip of Rustbolt Eggnog in her hand. She put on her battle helmet, got up and left with the Moon Blade, and quickly disappeared into the shadow of Mechagon.

  When I get used to hunting for a long time, even having fun becomes difficult.

   On the other side, in the Shimmerweaver's Dock not far from Rustbolt, far from Mechagon City, Black was sitting on a rock smoking a pipe, with Trixie and Prince Erazmin standing beside him.

  The three people were talking on the beach at night outside Rustbolt Town, which had been deserted a lot, waiting for some people to arrive.

   "When will His Royal Highness be crowned?"

  Blake spit out a smoke ring and said in a leisurely tone:

   "Although Mechagon has few people, you are used to the royal society of thousands of years. If there is no mechanical king, your subjects will feel uneasy.

  Do you need me to invite a priest to preside over the ceremony for you? My lady Natalie was a 'big guy' before, and she's very familiar with it. "

   "Well, it's far from the time."

  The honest prince sighed and said very worriedly:

   "The clean-up of the city is far from complete. Those compatriots who have been transformed by their father and have lost their personalities and emotions are also waiting for treatment. We must find a way to rescue them from the knowledge left by our father.

   They are all my people, and I cannot use them as mere tools like my father.

   In addition to cleaning up the ruins of the city, the entire Mechagon Island has been destroyed and devastated by the war in the past period of time, sewage treatment, crude oil purification, and integration of Bandor gang resources.

   Even the cavemen who lost their leader and started fighting, these are troubles to deal with.

   Each of them is more important than my coronation. "

   "And the tracking of the king's data signal!"

   Trixie said next to him:

   "This is the most important thing. The result of letting a mechanical ghost wander around the island is terrible. Once he decides to make a comeback, without the help of the captain, it will be difficult for us to resist."

   "Yes, this is also a problem that needs to be solved urgently."

The prince    shook his head and said:

   "According to my calculations, it may take us many years to turn this island back into what it used to be, back to that engineering tech paradise.

   After that, we will consider integrating the civilization of mechanical gnomes into the current era.

Um?

  There is energy in the space near the impact, a transition-like channel is about to open, Lord Black, is that your subordinate? "

The prince    glanced at the pocket computing device on his wrist that issued a warning. He held the coil pistol at his waist and asked. Blake moved his shoulders and said:

   "Maybe, um, the high probability is that very few people can do this kind of teleportation across continents, but fortunately, I happen to have such a teleportation master under my command."

   The moment he finished speaking, a group of arcane light spots suddenly lit up in front of the three of them, and then the endless spinning magic was gathered, and a small portal was formed in the entanglement.

  The teleportation master Eucles, wearing an elven robe and engraved with Nightborne runes on his face and neck, came out with a staff. He glanced at Black, and bowed with respect to pay tribute to the fleet commander.

   And behind the teleporter, a group of green-skinned guys came out curiously.

   "Hey! Goblin!"

   Trixie exclaimed, and then said to Black with a look of disgust:

   "Captain, you already have our mechanical gnomes as 'technical assistance', and the fleet no longer needs these third-rate engineers, so it's better to fire them all.

   I'll be sure to pick out the best mechanics for you on Mechagon Island. "

   "Hey, you're a mechanical gnome, not a gnome from Gnomeregan. There shouldn't be any conflict between you and the goblins, right?"

   Black said in an odd tone:

   "The conflict of the little ones stems from the conflict of ideas between gnome engineering and goblin engineering, but you mechanical gnomes are studying a branch of titan engineering.

   Your technology is much more advanced than both, so there shouldn’t be any conflict of ideas, right? "

   "There is no conflict, their 'explosive' engineering is not worthy of our mechanical gnomes to lick our shoes."

   Trixie snorted, hugged her transformed arms, and said confidently:

   "But mechanical gnomes are gnomes too, I have to be worthy of my race, I hated goblins when I was in Kul Tiras, they are too cunning and not as easy to deceive as my flesh and blood brethren.

   And they always like to cash in on their valuable engineering knowledge.

   Their pursuit of money trumps their love for knowledge, which is an unforgivable blasphemy for tech seekers! "

   "Mechagon! The legend of the gnomes is true!"

  Black's fleet chief engineer engineer, the goblin Fotherg, wearing his flying helmet, this cunning goblin rubbed his hands, and looked at the mechanical gnome in front of him and the pollution-filled mechanical island.

   he exclaimed:

   "Cool, this reminds me of the scenery of Kezan Island, even the stench of waste pollution is exactly the same. I already feel the business opportunity! I have heard the collision of gold coins!

   Ha, I'm sure I'll make a fortune here! "

   "Look, Captain, as I said, these greenskins have money in their heads, and they don't care about your career at all."

   Trixie spread her hands and said:

   "So, let us develop fleet weapons, make flying machines, etc. These incompetent goblins can be fired, and pensions don't need to be given to them!

  I'm serious, keeping them is just a waste of money.

   You already have better. "

   (end of this chapter)