Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 780 111. Dry garbage, wet garbage, non-recyclable garbage Hey, what kind of garbage are you?

Don't fight it head-on, Finna. The 'platinum armor' on the robot's body is not something that your little ax can split. Just lead it around and wait until I finish the tank first.

Blake shouted to Fenner who was full of fighting spirit, inserted a dwarf communicator into his ear, and rushed forward quickly.

At the same time as the heavy armored tank called the Mercy Dwarf roared towards him, he did a handsome somersault and landed directly on top of the tank.

He grabbed his pocket computing device in his hand, inserted a red punch card chip into the slot of the pocket calculator, shook it hard, and looked for data points on the top of the tank that could be accessed. .

Prince Erazmin's voice also echoed in Blake's ears, and he shouted:

Using the pocket calculator in your hand as a data node, Lord Black, I have detected the signal of the heavy tank and placed it in the mechanical core of the tank.

Let me hack into its logic and it will be ready for you in just a few seconds.

I can totally understand this tactic.

Blake replied:

But the problem is that I can't find its node. Can you explain it more clearly? After all, I am just an unlearned warlock, not professionals like you.

“Underneath the top shell, right next to your left foot and so on, its capacitor begins its discharge process and it’s going to have an electromagnetic shock.

Hide quickly!

Whoosh

The pirate disappeared in a flash, and then a large amount of high-energy current surged in all directions. The tank roared, sucking everything around it into its own energy impact.

An electric current of that intensity is enough to kill any conventional flesh in an instant.

Fenner's battle with the platinum mechanical boxer was simpler than Blake's. Relying on the phase barrier in her hand, Fenner did not fly a kite according to Blake's instructions.

She activated the special effects of the legendary shield, and balls of arcane energy gathered in front of her, forming a thick magic barrier to help her withstand the heavy hammer blows from the Platinum Fist gesture.

The legendary warrior let out bursts of war roars, wielding the lord's battle ax and constantly scraping the platinum boxer's armor.

She played very happily, treating the robot in front of her as a sandbag to vent her anger.

Various combat techniques were used in turn, looking very powerful.

But the damage was basically zero. This kind of attack was not even a pedicure. At most, it left a few scratches on the robot's exaggeratedly strong armor.

But she did a perfect job of pulling hatred.

The platinum boxer and the heavy tank were restrained by the two siblings, and no one bothered the ship doctor to close the city defense system nodes outside the metal arena.

Ms. Natalie is not good at engineering.

She felt numb looking at the precision equipment being operated in front of her, but fortunately there was only one control lever on the console that she could pull up and down.

When there is only one, you don’t have to worry about choosing the wrong one, right?

The ship's doctor looked back at Fenner who was making sandbags and Blake who was jumping up and down on the humming heavy tank. She stretched out her hand forward, grabbed the only joystick and was about to pull it down.

Work harder!

Well, I can't pull it.

what happened?

You haven't turned off the overload insurance and safety protocol modules yet!

With such a large current passing through, even if the giant comes, you can't even think of pulling the joystick. What's going on with you humans? Don’t you know so much common sense about engineering?

Trixie's voice, accompanied by the background sound of gunfire, rang out from the pocket computing device on Natalie's ship's doctor's wrist, and she shouted:

If I remember correctly, there is a red button on the console! Do you see it?

Um.

Natalie reached out to press it, but the dwarf shouted:

Very well, don't touch it. If you press that button, it will release a strong current and you will be roasted to a crisp. There is a triangular button below the red button. Press it.

Then look for the oval blue button, press it three times, and finally enter the stop command on the keyboard, and then you can pull the joystick.

You have to be quick.

That thing has a power-off and restart program. If it cannot be completed within one minute, it will send an alarm to the central center.

Why do you design this thing so complicated?

Natalie was in a rare panic. The ship's doctor, who had always been steady, complained loudly:

You still say this is common sense? No! This is not common sense! I dare say 90% of the people in the world don't know the hell with this kind of common sense! I hate your steel city.

The Holy Light will not bless it.

Program hacking completed! The automated program is closed! Decentralize authority! Enter manual control mode!

Blake dodged back and forth several times on top of the tank, and his pocket computing device suddenly emitted the cheers of a mechanical prince. As the last surge of electricity surged, the armor of the tank under the pirate's feet bounced away, revealing the narrow and cramped driver's seat below. room.

Prince Erazmin shouted:

The control of the tank belongs to you, Lord Black. Feel free to use Mechagon's cutting-edge technology! But be careful when using it, so as not to destroy our city.

Do you still need me to destroy this place? Look at what it looks like now. Your father is about to turn it into a large garbage dump.

The pirate complained and jumped into the cockpit prepared by the dwarf.

He curled up on the seat, exposed his head outside the cockpit, grabbed the joystick with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator with his left foot. The engine of the heavy tank suddenly roared violently, allowing the pirate to regain the joy of driving.

He adjusted the direction of the heavy tank on the spot, pointed the forklift part in front at the platinum boxer who was beating Finna, whistled again, and shouted:

Fenna, get out of the way! Watch me drive this bastard to death!

The next moment, the four wheels of the Mercy Dwarf heavy tank spun rapidly, and amid Blake's long-drawn cheers, it slammed into the leg of the Platinum Boxer robot with great force.

The collision of the two mechanical monsters made a deafening noise. The shovel in front of the tank stabbed the platinum boxer's leg armor. When the pirate pulled up the joystick, like a real forklift, it killed the boxer in two or two strokes. The robot fell to the ground.

This thing is awesome!

Fenner also quickly jumped onto the heavy tank. She sat curled up on the co-pilot, looking at the complicated console in front of her, and reaching out to press random buttons on it.

However, the other functions of the tank have been remotely locked by Prince Erazmin, and there will be no problem no matter how she presses them.

It's unimaginable that dwarfs of such short stature can use their technology to create such powerful weapons.

Fenna watched Blake control the tank to push the powerful platinum boxer down and squeeze it against the wall. She felt the fun of this tank battle that she had never had before, and she sincerely sighed:

Just this heavy tank, if it appears on the battlefield of the Burning Plains, can easily kill an orc clan by itself. The appearance of this kind of destructive weapon in the human world will definitely cause a sensation.

That being said, this thing really suits my taste.

Black pulled the joystick to make the tank retreat, and once again charged up the force and accelerated towards the platinum boxer whose leg armor had been broken in front of him, enjoying the joy of steel destruction in the repeated collisions like heavy punches.

He said to his stupid sister:

But if we really let it go to the Burning Plains, I'm afraid it will be down in less than ten minutes. The weapons of the mechanical gnomes are all electric. Without this mechanical city, they can't even replenish the most basic energy.

Azeroth is a magical world after all, Finna, and it is not ready for such high-power technology.

The technology of the mechanical gnomes is too advanced compared to this era, which determines that their weapons must be used in specific environments to achieve maximum destructive power.

This is not a good thing.

And this tank is very powerful, but do you think it can still be effective against orcs like Brox Saurfang? Think of Brooks' shocking ax blow

He can completely split this tank with an axe, if he wants to.

Well, you're right.

Fenna nodded in agreement and said:

So this thing can only be used in ordinary warfare?

Yes, that's really smart.

Blake reached out and patted Fenner on the head like a kitten, and praised:

It will be brought back to Tol Barad and distributed to Maimu's Orc Marines, specifically for them to use when attacking on land. With this thing, we won't be afraid of anyone on land.

I did it!

On the other side, amid Ms. Natalie's cheers, she finally pulled down the joystick that was splashing with arcs.

The surge of energy around the entire metal arena was instantly powered off, plunging a corner of the city into darkness. The heavy tanks and platinum boxers that had been showing off their power just now also buzzed into shutdown mode.

The pirates are right. Such powerful war weapons require a huge amount of energy. Without energy supply, they are just a pile of scrap metal.

Blake patted the heavy tank lying on the floor, jumped out of the cockpit quickly, and glanced in the other direction. The light in the City Mechanical Garden also dimmed.

The watchmen are indeed powerful, and they completed their tasks perfectly.

Let's go! Let's go to the Abyss garbage dump.

Blake waved his hand and said:

Shut down the nodes there, and the resistance forces on the surface will be able to enter the city.

A few minutes later, the two groups of people met in front of the metal arena. Blake saw several watchmen walking in strange postures, so he blinked and asked:

What happened? Did you step on a dwarf mine?

Ms. Nasa looked gloomy and did not want to speak.

The Moon Night Armor on her body was covered with black ash contaminated by the explosion. The protective effect of Luna Steel was first-rate, and it did not damage the armor and cause harm to the Watcher itself.

But the action just now was full of all kinds of accidents, especially when the beautiful and natural-looking mechanic's garden suddenly turned into a deadly fighting arena full of mechanical traps. Even Ms. Nasa was struggling in the battle. He stepped on six hidden mines and was almost cut into eight pieces by a weird ray.

The Watchers also developed a great dislike for this mechanical city.

The main reason is that they are not familiar with the combat modes of these mechanical creations, and it is difficult to apply their past combat experience to this strange city. Everything here may be a deadly weapon.

They must keep their spirits up at all times.

People will always have fear and resistance when facing the unknown, and watchers are not immune to this.

Let's go. We can reach the final area through the garbage incineration plant below.

Blake snapped his fingers and said to a group of people behind him:

“If we’re lucky, we won’t have to fight the director of the garbage dump again, so I’ll go down first and you go around the garbage dump and move forward, don’t rush into the final area.

Wait for my signal.

Apparently, Blake was the first to jump off the cart leading to the Abyss garbage dump. Just like a mine cart, he followed the rotating track into the lowest area of ​​Mechagon City.

This is the storage room for the city's garbage. All the waste generated during the daily operation of Mechagon, the mechanical city, will be transported here, classified, and then sent to the huge incinerator for incineration to provide energy for the city. While providing heat, useful materials are recovered.

However, after the urban riots, this scrapyard was almost shut down, causing it to be filled with all kinds of garbage, just like the mechanical garbage dump in Tiragarde Sound.

According to Trixie, Bondo's group of gangster gnomes like to come here to steal valuable mechanical parts.

Stop, don't come in!

When Blake stepped into the scrap yard, a sharp scolding came from above the garbage mountain. A female dwarf carrying a jetpack flew around the incinerator, holding a wrench in her hand, and shouted to Blake:

I don't know what's going on up there. It sounds very noisy, but I don't care. Don't interrupt my work of sorting these garbage. I have to finish sorting them.

This is my job and my entertainment.

Ouch, ouch, ouch

Amid the screams of the female dwarf, a dozen mechanized rabid dogs rushed out from around the garbage dump and roared loudly at Blake. One of the mechanical dogs is particularly large.

That guy's teeth were so sharp that he could probably chew up a tauren in one bite.

No, no, no, dear Trash Mistress Wendy Cogsworth, I'm not here to interrupt your work.

Blake raised his hands to show he was not a threat.

He shouted to the mechanical dwarf above who was not welcoming him:

I'm here to introduce you to a friend. I have a friend who is fond of all kinds of garbage. Like you, he especially likes to sort garbage.

And I heard that it has been complaining about the unscientific garbage classification of your mechanical gnomes.

Arrogant!

Hearing Blake's words, Trash Mistress Wendy waved a wrench and shouted:

Mechagon's garbage classification standards were formulated by me myself. They are scientific! Systematic! Perfect! There can be no theory in this world that is better than my classification standards!

Call your arrogant friend over!

I want to discuss this serious issue with it.

Very well, I'll call it over right away.

Blake coughed and gestured behind him.

Indicating that the watchmen could quickly pass through the garbage dump, he took out an statue of Old Gani from his arms and waved it in front of the indignant garbage mistress.

He said:

You have managed this garbage dump well, Mistress, this is the most organized garbage dump I have ever seen without destroying the standard chaotic form of the garbage dump.

You are really talented in this area. Are you interested in becoming a ‘big scavenger’?

Uh, don't be angry, I'm asking for my friend.