Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 787 118. Pattern! The layout must be opened.

  The Homecoming Celebration in Mechagon City was a night of hustle, Black spent the night studying in the quiet town of Rustbolt, and the noisy gunshots rang out in Bondo's courtyard.

   Early the next morning, Blake, who had slept for three or four hours, walked out of his room full of energy. While taking a deep breath in the face of the rising sun, he saw the black smoke burning up in the courtyard.

   seems to have set something on fire.

   It smells bad.

  The black smoke soared up, almost staining the entire optically obscured sky into black. It was highly polluted at first glance.

   "Minor oil!"

  Blake snorted in a low voice, then turned his head and opened a bottle of wine to rinse his mouth while walking briskly towards the coast.

   In one of the gentlest bays of the Shoreweaver Coast, the Naglfar is docked.

An opening was opened on the deck of the ghost ship, and a large golden robot was busy there. It used the cutting saw on its arm to cut the holes on the deck larger, and a group of sea knights were carrying a group of sea knights next to the sparks. Some mechanical stuff.

  Responsible First Officer Long Seifer was still monitoring by the side, and curiously probed his head to see.

   If you don’t consider the style of painting, this scene is very similar to the “surgery” performed on the Nagfar, of course, it can only be performed with the consent of the patient.

  If the ghost ship's spirits are not allowed to cut indiscriminately, the Nagfar will certainly give them a good look.

   "Yo, how's the progress?"

  Blake shouted from the shore, and Sefir walked to the side of the boat and responded loudly:

   "Just put the main body of the mechanical thing in, Pascal said there was a structural problem with the 'flesh purification device' assembled by the gnomes, and it tweaked it a little last night.

   Now you only need to put it in the weapon bay of the second-floor cabin, and make an extra lift on the second floor to accommodate two aircraft units.

   In addition, when will the high-energy charging pile for charging it be delivered? Pascal told me that our powerful weapons would be useless without that charge.

   It's not for reloading shells. "

   "Trixie's 'dealing' over there."

  Black pointed to the black smoke rising behind him and said:

   "It will also be disassembled over there, and it may take a while to deliver. Hello, Second Officer Pascal, how long does it take to reassemble the charging pile?"

   Hearing the captain calling his name, this is the engineering miracle of Mechagon Island, which has just belonged to the undead fleet. Pascal K1N6, the big robot called "Wishing Machine" by the gnomes, did not suspend the work that needs to be maintained precisely.

   The beam on its face jumped, and it replied in a very gentle voice:

   "The work is expected to be completed in 12-16 hours, which may be extended to 20 hours if weapons testing is added.

  Pascal suggested that Captain Black prepare enough high-energy batteries in advance to maximize the discharge efficiency of the charging pile when it is not used for combat.

  Pascal detected that many parts of the ghost ship Nagfar could be mechanized and upgraded. Pascal failed to communicate with the ship's spirit. Pascal applied to the captain for modification permission. "

   "Uh, you can make a feasibility report for the renovation."

  Black shrugged and said to the big robot with an extremely perfect thinking circuit:

   "It's not easy to convince the ship spirit, she can think, she is as smart as you, but she is still learning to get along with us, so you have to tell her how this transformation will benefit her.

  You have to be patient and treat her like a child. "

   "Order accepted."

   Pascal's body rattled the engine, and it said:

   "The communication system for ship spirits has been changed to 'Nursing' mode."

   "Nursing is a bit too much."

   Black pouted and said:

   "Do you have a way to deal with rebellious girls? That might be more appropriate."

   "Thanks for your precise advice, Captain."

  Pascal replied again very gently, the engine in its body hummed again, and then said as a report:

   "According to the information I collected on Mechagon Island, the rebellious girls are always in trouble, so the communication system with the ship spirit has been changed, and it is currently the 'Savior' mode."

   "Yes, keep it that way."

  Black snapped his fingers, very satisfied with the "high IQ" of his robot. He looked at the golden robot Pascal busy on the deck with relief, thinking that the "boatman" on his ghost ship had finally been found.

   Next, you just need to find another cook, and maybe you can set sail to find the treasure of One Piece.

   "Awesome."

  The pirate laughed cheerfully, and when he heard the humming of the aircraft, he looked back. The rusty Rustbolt Resistor aircraft was swaying and parked on the grass outside Rustbolt Town.

   Prince Erazmin and a few mechanical gnome engineers jumped from it, and they repainted the craft with Mechagon's machines.

   Not only did the rust removal treatment, but also painted the aircraft with a sea blue paint, and painted the combination logo of the undead fleet of crows, skeletons and daggers on the surface.

   It looks very beautiful, at least it fits Blake's aesthetic.

   "The Rustbolt Resistor's weapon system has been rechecked. According to your request, we have strengthened its ammo capacity, added an air combat module, and several small cannons."

  Prince Erazmin pushed himself into the air with the thrusters on his feet, and landed precisely next to Black. He introduced the modified aircraft to the pirates and said:

   "I ported the energy system of my father's air unit into this Resistor, and it greatly increased its endurance. But with so many modifications, it slowed down a bit.

   But more than enough for those slow-moving gyrocopters.

   The semi-finished craft you seized from Bondo, and my father's air unit, were badly damaged and needed mechanical replacement with Mechagon's specialist equipment.

   I have arranged this plan to the top of the process tree.

   But my city is in shambles, so it will take at least two months for them to be repaired. "

   "It's okay, I can afford it."

   The eyeballs on Blake's shoulders spun, admiring the blue aircraft floating on the lawn in front of him, he said with satisfaction:

   "Anyway, there won't be any major wars in the last two months. You guys repair slowly and work hard, I still know this, and I will place another order when your aircraft production line restarts in the future.

   In view of our good relationship, you must give me a discount. "

   "Haha, of course, my dear Mechagon Savior."

   The mechanical prince made the dwarf's signature clucking sound. He glanced at the Pascal robot busy on the deck of the Nagfar, and said in a nostalgic tone:

   "Pascal K1N6 was sent to your ship as a robot pirate, much to the grief of its creator, Lord Pascal, our finest mechanic master in Mechagon.

   He couldn't bear the prototype he built.

   But fortunately, we cracked the encryption of the big database and found the blueprint left by my father in it. Maybe you can see an improved Pascal next time you come over.

  I also read the drawings and found out that Pascal's design concept actually came from some strange creations in Titan City, a mechanical miracle that my father had seen long ago. "

   "I actually recognized at a glance who it was imitating."

  Black shrugged and whispered to the mechanical prince:

   "If I have a chance to go there in the future, I will definitely take you with me. Go visit the place where your father fought back then, and by the way, help me solve some troubles that require extremely high engineering knowledge.

   I mean, you must be interested in the 'Ancestor Trip' in Titan City, right? "

   "I will definitely make an appointment!"

   Prince Erazmin said with a firm tone, then he sighed and said:

   "But my city has been damaged too badly, and I don't know how long it will take to restore it to its former glory. After going through my father's perversion, we have too little manpower available."

   "Isn't there still your compatriots?

  Those compatriots in Gnomeregan, although they are backward in your opinion, and stubbornly unwilling to accept the idea of ​​mechanical transformation, but you are in the same race. "

  Blake raised his eyebrows, took a few steps forward, and sat on a stone. He played with the jug in his hand and said to the mechanical prince:

   "Look, when you are transforming yourselves, you can obviously replace machines with more powerful postures, but you still stubbornly retain your dwarf form.

   One or two people can do it, but the problem is that the mechanical gnomes I have seen, including your mad father, have not given up the shape of gnomes, which shows that you have no intention of breaking away from the race of gnomes.

   You can actually ask them for help, it's not a shame.

  I believe that with just a little bit of Mechagon's technology open to them, enough little gnomes can be attracted to add to Mechagon's reconstruction. "

Prince    was silent and did not answer, Blake looked left and right, then lowered his voice and said:

   "Besides, the mechanical gnomes have lost their ability to reproduce after self-modification, right? You can't really 'create' offspring in the laboratory.

  Although you can be immune to the invasion of time by replacing your organs and bodies, if you can make up your mind to transform your whole body like your father, you can basically call yourself 'eternal life'.

   But the lack of numbers has always been a big problem that plagued racial civilization.

  Since there is no way to reproduce on your own, you can only find a way to continue civilization from the outside. So whether you want it or not, you have to go to Gnomeregan.

  Persuasion, preaching, or even deceit, you always have to add some "fresh blood" to the dying Mechagon and mechanical gnome civilization.

  You are a ruler, don't tell me, you never thought about this?

   Then you are too incompetent. "

   "I thought about it. In fact, when my father was still sane, he would tell me about it."

   Prince Erazmin seemed to be discussing taboos.

   His voice was very low, and he said:

   "My father thinks that only gnomes with qualified intelligence and creativity are eligible to enter Mechagon, but I think that is stupid 'blood theory'.

  I think that as long as they are gnomes, they have the right to receive mechanical transformations, as long as they want, as long as they apply, Mechagon welcomes every compatriot who wants to join us. "

   "No no no."

  Blake shook his head when he heard this, and said:

   "His Royal Highness, you still can't let go of this pattern! Since you are willing to accept all gnomes into Mechagon, why limit it to gnomes?

   There are too many people in this world who are old and afraid of death.

  For various reasons, there are too many people who cannot enjoy life in a healthy way.

  Many people of all races yearn for a body that can carry the power to pursue their dreams.

  Since there are mechanical gnomes, why can't there be mechanical humans? Can't have mechanical dwarves? Or even a mechanical elves? Your technology can do all this, but you never thought about it.

  Do you know what the technology in your hands means?

  Eternal life!

   We are talking about eternal life!

   Even noble spellcasters who want to escape from life and death have to risk everything to perform the Lich Ascension Ceremony before they can set foot in eternity.

   But for you, this process is nothing more than lying on a mechanical operating table and going through an operation. "

   Having said this, Black took out the dwarf pipe, took a deep breath, and said to Prince Erazmin who was standing in front of him:

   "You never realized it, but the keys to world **** or destruction are in your hands. I do appreciate your father's return plan, but I'm disappointed in his strategy.

   He chose the worst path to achieve his dream of 'purifying the world', but he could have had better choices.

do you understand me?

   As long as in any human city, a person who should be dead is 'resurrected' in another form in front of those people, my compatriots who are stupid enough will regard you as mechanical gods.

  Death is the end of life and all good and evil. It is an equal power for all, enough to make kings bow down, to overturn kingdoms, enough to make all things wither and the world dead.

  Because of this, that which is opposite to death naturally possesses the same great power.

   All life will frantically give everything for you, just for a chance to escape death.

   For this opportunity, they will even have the courage to cleanse the whole world with your will. You can start wars, you can end wars, you can rule, and you can destroy.

Knowledge!

  His Royal Highness, knowledge is power!

   And what you hold in your hand is a force that can change the world. Even a stinky pirate like me would be afraid of such power, so I'll tell you."

  Black reached out and patted Prince Erazmin on the shoulder and said:

   "Beautiful tomorrow and future? Or a catastrophe that will come at any time? All the choices are in your hands. Your father's great cause has failed, but you still have a second chance.

   Use it sparingly.

   Or hide in the shadows and never spread this forbidden secret against death.

  When you upset death, it will punish you. "

   (end of this chapter)