Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 776 107. Money? No matter how much it costs, I will order it - more updates for your Canaan brothers [1415]

The next morning, as soon as Blake got up, he drank a bottle of wine, moistened his throat, and rested his groggy head.

Originally, the dwarf race was born with a neurotic noisy aura.

Their shrill voices could be heard clearly through several walls. Now I encountered a group of dwarfs who had mechanized themselves. Each of them had endless energy and almost no need to rest.

It was noisy late at night, and those damn machines were running all night, so noisy that Blake almost didn't sleep well all night.

He even had the heart to get up and rush out to smash all those machines.

But then I thought about it, once Mechagon is recovered, these machines will be used to produce various war supplies for themselves. After all, they are also their own assets.

So, I still endured it.

But this damn Mechagon can't stay any longer. If he stays for a few more days and doesn't get enough rest, the stinky pirate will feel like he's going to have a nervous breakdown.

He simply washed himself with the magic water that Jaina prepared for him last night, and walked out of the room with the wine bottle. Just as he stretched his body at the alternation of night and day when the sun was about to rise, he saw the idiot warrior Fen. Na was talking to a mechanical gnome.

The pirate rolled his eyes and leaned over to eavesdrop.

As a result, I saw the dwarf using a special caliper to measure the muscles on Fenner's arm. While measuring, he praised in a weird tone:

Machine, this muscle tissue is really exaggerated. I only see one goal in your muscles, and that is to fight! To destroy!

Rush into the battlefield and sing a triumphant song!

But we can improve these muscles so that they can help you better accomplish this goal.

Or we can replace it.

I'm not saying your muscles aren't perfect, but we can replace them with more perfect mechanical tissue!

The dwarf who had transformed his eyes into electronic eyes like Trixie picked up a wrench from his hand and said to the confused Finna Golden Sword:

I once went to Kul Tiras as a sentinel, and I talked with some drunk warriors in the tavern there. They were unwilling to give up the pain and blood they felt when they were attacked in battle.

Those idealistic fools can never get rid of the shackles of spiritual victory. They believe that pain gives them strength, and blood catalyzes their ferocity.

But that's not the case.

Take my advice, beautiful and powerful warrior, you should replace your limbs with stronger machines!

Just like our choice, as for the fighting emotions you may lose, these physiological reactions can be simulated using artificial chip stimulation.

With just a pocket computing device and three punch card chips tailored for warriors, I guarantee you can complete one gruesome massacre after another in absolute composure.

How about it?

Want to try it? I can do this surgery for you for free. If you have any doubts about my conclusion, we can try it on another arm first.

This is a minor surgery, and we mechanical gnomes are experts in this area, and it only takes a day to complete.

Give it a try, you will never suffer a loss or be fooled.

This little dwarf's eloquence is really good, and Fenna was stunned for a while.

She touched her muscles and said suspiciously:

Is it really as powerful as you say? I've never heard of mechanization before.

Sure, sure and sure. If it doesn't work, why do we mechgnomes need to be remodeled as a whole?

The dwarf technician's electronic eyes flashed, and she said:

And the biggest benefit of mechanization is that it can prevent your body from aging. If you can accept some costs and replace parts regularly, we can even let you live for thousands of years easily.

Your various physical characteristics look like a mixture of humans and elves. I have heard about your group in Kul Tiras. Your life span is longer than that of humans, but it is far less than that of orthodox elves.

This means that you will lose your human relatives first, and then die before your elf relatives, which means that you are destined to be sad twice in this life.

But if you can accept mechanization, then bring your human relatives over, and I will transform him or her, and your family can live happily until you don't want to live anymore.

How about it?

You can't refuse this benefit, right?

Why are you hesitating? Come here, sign this surgical accident understanding agreement with me, and then go to my mechanical room and lie down, I will immediately summon my friends to do the first phase of transformation for you.

Ahem

Blake finally couldn't listen anymore after hearing this. What's more important is that the idiot Finna had already shown a thoughtful expression.

It is known that when a warrior thinks, the gods laugh.

Showing this kind of expression means that Fenner is about to be tricked.

It's time for Black to appear.

Her 'guardian' is here!

The stinky pirate jumped out of his hiding place, pointed at himself, and said to the eloquent mechanical dwarf technician:

If she wants to have surgery or something, she must get my consent. As you can see, her brain is not very easy to use. So, I want to ask, do you have a 'smart upgrade' surgery?

I mean, the kind that makes people smarter.

Facing the pirate's inquiry, the little dwarf tilted his head and thought for a moment, waved the wrench in a serious manner and said:

You mean 'whole brain replacement' surgery. I have never recommended this kind of surgery before, but you can give it a try this time. Her body is very strong and should be able to withstand the sequelae of the surgery.

What on earth do you mean? Are you just rounding the corner and calling me stupid?

Fenner didn't react until this moment. She suddenly stood up and shouted fiercely to Blake.

The pirate shrugged, took a sip of wine, rotated the magic eyeball on his shoulder, looked at Fenner, and gave her a look that said, You can figure it out for yourself.

He hooked his fingers again, gesturing for her to follow.

I'm not saying you're stupid, but I'm curious, why would you consider undergoing enhanced surgery?

Blake took Fenner around Rustbolt Town. The noisy machinery around him made the pirate's head buzz.

He saw a group of mechanical gnomes who had just woken up, lining up to receive today's energy batteries and parts from Rustbolt Quartermaster, just like civilians in the human world receiving bread and wine.

It seems that the situation here is indeed not good. Prince Erazmin has implemented material control in his own town.

Faced with the pirate's inquiry, Fenner pursed her lips. The powerful warrior considered the blood relationship between himself and Black, and felt that there were some things that should not be hidden from him. After a few seconds, he whispered:

I think what the little dwarf said makes sense. I talked to my mother before, and she said that she would lose the annoying Dai Lin first, then lose me, and finally wait for death alone.

That fate was too painful for my mother, and I just thought, if I could, I.

No, she doesn't want to see a mechanized daughter. That would only frighten Mrs. Golden Sword and make her feel terrible guilt without making her feel the slightest relief.

That's not the way a daughter should repay her mother.

Blake shook his head and said:

Instead of worrying about the future hundreds of years from now, you should think about how to live well now. As you have been resisting Dai Lin, what if you accompany Mrs. Jinjian to the moment of death?

You are still forcing her to choose between you and Dai Lin.

I don't.

The stupid warrior denied it.

But Blake no longer wanted to discuss this topic with her.

He complained in his mind that everyone in the Proudmoore family had psychological problems, except for Tanred, that stupid kid was probably the person who had the easiest life in the family.

He had almost no secrets in his heart, enjoying his teenage years wantonly and being interested in everything.

For example, now, while walking around a corner of Rustbolt Town, Blake suddenly saw Tanred in a hunting suit, holding a box full of parts and batteries, happily working with a group of mechanical dwarf craftsmen in a weird There was a queue in front of the gadgets.

He also chatted with several dwarf craftsmen from Gnomeregan beside him from time to time.

He looked expectantly.

Where is your brother doing?

Blake stood aside and said to Fenner next to him:

He's playing with a power he doesn't understand again, go and call him back.

The mechanical gnomes' things look cool, but in fact everything has a certain degree of danger, especially for children who don't know anything.

You should shoulder your responsibilities as the eldest sister, Finna, and you should take care of him and Jaina.

Theoretically, I should still take care of you.

Fenna rolled her eyes and complained:

But look, can I control you? You stinky brother.

Complaints are complaints, Fenner still adjusted her clothes, strode forward to the expectant Tanred, and tried to bring him back by grabbing his ears.

But Tanred said a few words to Fenna in a pleading tone. The stupid warrior hesitated and asked a few more questions. The dwarfs next to her talked to her in all kinds of ways.

Finally, under Blake's speechless gaze, Fenner also took a large box of parts and batteries from the dwarf agent Kelsey, joined them, and lined up happily.

She also waved to the pirate, beckoning him to come too.

The pirate slapped him on the forehead and walked over with a huge headache.

As a result, they just happened to see the power limit at night being activated. The big golden robot standing in front of everyone made a buzzing sound and spewed black smoke from the exhaust pipe behind it, entering the activation process.

Its activation caused the surrounding dwarfs to cheer in unison, and they started preparing for today's production noisily.

The appearance of the big robot is also very strange.

It is not as short as the other creations of the mechanical gnome, but is as tall as a clockwork giant. The shell armor is very delicately made, and blue energy surges can be seen between the gaps in the armor.

It looks very sci-fi and futuristic, very much in line with the appearance of the Titan creations in Blake's memory. It looks like it was not made by an ordinary mechanical dwarf.

Its armored design reminded the pirate of the appearance of Prince Erazmin, whom he had seen once last night.

This design should be from the hands of King Mechagon.

Blake curled his lips. He recognized this thing and knew what it was for.

So he reached out and picked up a box of prepared parts and batteries next to him, walked over, and patted Fenner behind him.

I'm going to make a type three gyroscope!

The mechanical dwarf at the front of the queue shouted something familiar to the waiting robot before him, and then placed the parts and batteries in his hands into the feed port on the belly of the big robot.

Request accepted! Drawing selected! Production begins!

The big robot made a strange electronic sound, swallowed the abdominal parts into its body, and after a period of rattling operations, it took out a very delicate mechanical gyroscope from its chest and handed it to the dwarf.

The latter left happily.

The second one was Tanred who got up early and lined up. This little Proudmoore followed the example of the mechanical dwarf before and put the parts and batteries in his hands at the feeding port of the big robot. After thinking about it, he shouted arrive:

I'm going to make a...well, something fun!

This request made the big robot stunned for a moment, and then it asked in an electronic voice:

The keyword 'fun' has been detected. The system lists three products labeled as 'toys'. Please indicate the specific production goals.

As the electronic sound fell, three icons appeared on the display in front of the robot's chest, namely the mechanical parrot, the mechanical cat and the clockwork boxer.

This put Tanred in a difficult position, and he didn't know which one to choose for a while.

You're stupid!

Fenna behind him reached out and knocked the stinky brother on the head and said:

Why choose one? Of course I want them all.

But I don't have enough parts and batteries.

Tanred held his head and said:

Trixie just found these for me. She said this is the daily ration. It's only enough to make one. The second one will have to wait until tomorrow.

Use mine.

Fenner poured the parts and batteries in her hand into the feed port, but she could only choose two. Next to her, Kelsey chewed gum and poured the parts in her hand.

She didn't need the big robot in front of her to do anything for her.

She's an engineer and she can make things herself.

Now she just wanted to see if the big robot in front of her, which was exaggerated by the mechanical dwarves and also called the wishing machine, was as powerful as it was said to be.

After having enough parts and batteries, the big robot accepted Tanred's request of all three and was about to start making it when he was stopped by Blake who came from behind.

The magic eyeball on the pirate's shoulder glanced at the three people who were looking at him, and he said in a long voice:

That's not what this thing is for. You three idiots, look at me!

After saying that, he poured the parts and batteries in his hand into the feed port, cleared his throat again, and said to the big robot waiting for orders in front of him:

Hello, Pascal K1N6, I need to commission three things. Please wait for the order.

Hello, my meaty friend.

The big robot answered politely:

Pascal awaits construction orders.

Blake grinned, looked back at the three people behind him, and showed a learn more expression.

He said loudly:

I need a red-painted X-995 mechanical cat, a 'Mechanical Wing' combat parrot vehicle, and finally, a fully equipped combat nano-cutting saw.

Order received!

The big robot called Pascal K1N6 by Blake roared loudly, and the blue eyes on its head shone brightly, saying:

But Rourou's friends need higher permissions to complete the combat weapon creation program.

Made with my authority.

Just when the pirate was rubbing his head and worrying about permissions, Prince Erazmin's voice came from the side. The big robot recognized the voice and issued a pleasant greeting.

Then, it entered the production process. After a few minutes of waiting, the big robot took out a red-painted cool mechanical cheetah from the production port on its chest and handed it to Fenner.

He also took out a cool golden mechanical parrot that was waiting to be activated and could carry people into flight, and handed it to Tanred.

Finally, he handed Kelsey Gangshuang a cutting-type saw chain sword that fit the body shape of a dwarf and had a domineering and brutal shape, causing the three of them to exclaim in joy.

Black didn't make anything for himself because he didn't need it. He turned around with a dwarf pipe in his mouth and said in a bossy tone to Prince Erazmin who was walking behind him:

This 'wishing machine' is good, I want it.

Make a price, Your Highness.