Shadow Trails in Azeroth

In front of the incinerator of the always busy Abyss scrapyard, the garbage mistress Wendy Cogsworth was having a heated discussion about the academic knowledge about the Way of Garbage with Old Garni, who was standing in the smoke. .

Although Blake pulled him over to block the knife this time, Old Garni was surprisingly not disgusted and did not jump up and down to insult him.

On the contrary, when it saw the distribution of the Diyuan garbage dump in front of it, it knew that it had encountered a master.

As Blake said.

The garbage heap in front of us looks chaotic, but it actually contains something great.

The owner of this garbage dump used unique standards to separate all the garbage into different systems without destroying the chaotic appearance of the garbage dump itself.

This is definitely not an area that ordinary scavengers can reach casually.

Old Garni could tell at a glance that the owner of the garbage dump in front of him was definitely a person who had a good understanding of the Way of Garbage and was also the talent he needed most under his command.

Therefore, the moment the God of the Garbage Heap was summoned, he showed his true skills with great energy.

In a sarcastic and arrogant tone, it said to the trash mistress who was staring at him:

I would like to praise you for taking care of your garbage pile so well, but my knowledge prevents me from saying such praise. This garbage pile is indeed good, but it is just good.

It's far from 'perfect'.

I must tell you that although you have created a set of garbage classification methods on your own, it is too rough and is just a prototype. It must be polished with wisdom before you can summarize a more high-end 'garbage method'.

Do you just separate the garbage into recyclable and non-recyclable?

Haha, what a pitiful wisdom of mortals.

What nonsense are you talking about, you fancy flesh and blood?

Faced with Old Garni's doubts, the Trash Mistress was furious. She waved the big wrench in her hand and shouted:

My classification method is perfect!

Oh, is it so?

Old Garni chuckled. He used his flexible claws to pick up several metal limbs from the nearby garbage pile and placed them in front of Wendy. He said:

Using your classification method, you can only divide them into two types of garbage. But I can divide them into four types! This is still the most basic classification.

Going a step further, they can be divided into four major categories and twelve minor items.

Even your incinerator is completely inadequate to cope with the test of the truly powerful way of garbage. You only know how to use the power of fire to advance your own path.

But I tell you, in the path of power of the Garbage Way, you must also make good use of the power of the earth, storms and water.

If you’d like to hear and learn my shit ways, I’d love to take the time to explain them to you. But after you listen to the precious knowledge of the Garbage God, you must become my ‘Great Scavenger’.

You must accept the mission given by me, go to every garbage dump around the world, and teach these precious garbage knowledge to everyone who needs to use it.

Haha, I don't believe it! You are just bragging.

Mechagon's trash matron was obviously a very confident mechanical dwarf. She put her wrench on her waist, raised her head, folded her arms, and stared at the old Garni in front of her with her electronic eyes.

she says:

Go on, tell me your so-called perfect knowledge of garbage classification, I'm listening. If you can convince me with your theory, I would be willing to join your hell church.

But if you can't convince me.

She whistled, and the one lying next to the garbage heap had the largest head and was covered in rust. Looking at the powerful and ferocious mechanical rabid dog, she roared and rushed to the owner's side, roaring mechanically at Old Garni.

If you can't convince me, I'm going to give you to my beloved and loyal rabid dog K.U-J.0. for dinner!

Trash Mistress Wendy snorted, patted her beloved mechanical hound, and said coldly:

After it was created by my own hands, it has not tasted the taste of flesh and blood.

Hey, this is the supreme showdown of the 'Way of Trash'. I, an ignorant pirate, won't join in the fun.

Seeing the showdown between Old Garni and the Trash Mistress, Blake, who was squatting nearby and listening with great interest, also stood up. He patted the dust on his body and said to Old Garni:

My good friend, you have ushered in your first fierce challenger to the supreme position on the path of garbage. I don't think you will lose. After all, this is your domain.

But I have other things to do, so I can't be here to witness the glorious moment of your victory.

However, if you unfortunately lose in this decisive battle with the 'God of the Garbage Heap', then my fleet will be happy to accommodate you. I mean, just let it go and fight.

Let that arrogant dwarf take a good look at your supreme understanding of garbage. Don't be afraid if you lose your position as the god of garbage heaps, I will protect you.

The pirate junkyard on Tol Barad Island will always be your warm home.

Pooh

Old Garni spat angrily, whipped Blake with his slender tail, and said:

You can't say anything nice. It's really disgusting. Get out of here. How could I lose? I'm the god of garbage dumps in Azeroth.

Just mortals.

I will harvest the most qualified scavenger today, who is 10,000 times more qualified than you.

Blake shrugged and was driven away by Old Garni.

The eyeballs on his shoulders scanned the surroundings. At this time, all of the garbage mistress Wendy's attention was attracted by Old Garni, and the mechanical rabies under her command also entered a sleep mode of boredom.

The pirates swaggered out of the garbage dump without being stopped by anyone.

Taking advantage of Old Garni's power, he walked to the console of the scrapyard in a grand manner, quickly disconnected the last energy node, and completely shut down the city defense system.

Whistling again, he followed the garbage entrance and exit and slipped into the mechanical throne room in the deepest part of Mechagon City. A group of watchmen, as well as the ship's doctor and soldiers, were already waiting for him here.

This is a high ground.

Following the terrain here, you can see a mechanical tower located in the center of the hollowed-out underground complex, independent of the entire Mechagon underground complex.

It stands on the underground rock formation and is made and supported by metal and machinery. Its grand and majestic appearance is obviously imitating the shape of those Titan buildings, but it is reduced several times by the same amount.

But against the background of the giant machines and energy conduits around it, there is still a shocking feeling.

And even though 80% of the power in the entire Mechagon City has been shut down by Black and his team, the lights on the high tower are still bright.

Obviously, it also has an independent energy system.

We've all fought here, and the King of Mechagon hasn't shown up yet.

Behind Blake, the black-robed ship doctor Natalie said worriedly:

“This proves that he is either completely crazy and doesn’t care about the survival of his city.

Or it proves that he is very confident in his own strength. Even if the city is about to be retaken by the rebels, he is confident enough to complete the comeback on his own.

When the stinky pirate heard this, he shrugged his shoulders and said:

No need to guess, it's obviously the latter, and I think he does have the ability to fight back. But it doesn't matter, everyone is prepared.

The magic eyeball on his shoulder rotated and looked at other directions in the city. After the strong electromagnetic interference of the city defense system was terminated, several portals had been opened throughout the city.

Under the command of Prince Erazmin, the Rustbolt resistance on the surface rushed into the city through the portal and began to take over important facilities. The prince himself, Overspark, and Kelsey Steelspark also roared to the crowd in Rustbolt Resistance aircraft.

It's unbelievable that you actually did it.

Prince Erazmin exclaimed:

The success rate of this Jedi counterattack raid is less than 40% according to my calculations, but with your help, we have really taken back our city.

All mechgnomes will remember this day.

As long as our civilization still exists, we will always remember this kindness.

Hey, are you too happy too early?

Blake pointed to the mechanical tower in front of him. He patted the prince on the shoulder and said:

The most troublesome guy is still there. Your father looks very confident, but I really don't think he is easy to deal with. Maybe you can start with an emotional offensive.

Isn’t that what the stories say?

At the last moment of the showdown between good and evil, the villain changed his mind due to the persuasion of his relatives.

impossible.

Prince Erazmin lowered his head and said in a sad and low mood:

My father has already completed the transformation of Mechanical Guiyuan. He personally stripped off his own humanity to strengthen his future arrangements for this world.

He is truly stone-hearted, he no longer has a beating heart.

He claims that all so-called personalities and emotions are the conspiracy of the ancient gods. He wants to purify the world, and he starts by purifying himself.

Okay, I was just joking, trying to break up the heavy atmosphere here.

Blake chuckled, moved his fingers, and said to the others:

“After a while, I’ll attract King Mechagon’s attention.

You go deal with the mechanical origin bomb that may have been completed. I will buy you enough time to stop its countdown before it is detonated!

Or disassemble it.

If you can't do it, then we are really doomed today.

Again, if I am lucky, there is a high probability that I can survive as an Iron Vrykul, but others may not.

Especially you, elves.

The pirate said to a group of watchmen:

Humans, dwarves and gnomes can all undergo the source purification and have a certain chance of surviving, but you are the only one who will die when facing it.

Your origins are different from ours.

That return-to-origin bomb is absolutely devastating to you.

What a 'motivating' pre-war mobilization.

Fenna complained in a low voice:

If what you said is true, then you won't survive. I discovered your little secret when you were in the hot springs. Black, you are no longer a pure-blooded human.

You have the same sharp ears as me. Although I don’t know how you did it, you are indeed a half-elf now. Don’t forget this.

Fenner's reminder made Blake's expression suddenly darken. He turned around and said to Fenner in a strange tone:

Did you peek at me soaking in the hot spring? What's wrong with you? You really are the one who asked me to say what you said!

Who peeked!

Fenner covered her cheek and retorted plausibly:

I just saw it accidentally, I definitely didn't peek! You bastard, stop talking nonsense!

Well, so, should we act now? Or should we wait here until the two of you finish arguing?

Nasa said quietly:

It doesn't matter, I'm not rushing you. If you continue to argue, we have enough time. Isn't it a disaster that will destroy the world? In the face of such a bloody quarrel, we can wait a little longer.

snort

The pirate snorted proudly and quickly jumped onto the Rustbolt Resistance's cockpit. Others also climbed up. The Watchers didn't need this.

They jumped from this underground cliff, and used the gliding of the Watcher's cloak and the Watcher's flashing skills to accurately land on the edge of the mechanical tower.

Prince Erazmin levitated the Rustbolt Resistance on the lifting platform. He took a deep breath, drew a cutting sword from his back, and followed the others into the mechanical throne room where his father was.

King Mechagon had obviously noticed the intruders a long time ago, and he didn't even close the door to his throne room.

When everyone walked into this hall, what they saw was King Mechagon sitting on an aerial suppression unit, suspended at a high place, using very precise wrenches and steam hammers to tighten the final screws on the shell of a giant mechanical device. One screw.

Just a moment, my dear child.

When everyone entered the Mechanical Hall, King Mechagon, who was exactly the same as the vision he saw in the metal garbage dump in Tiragarde Sound, was not furious.

On the contrary, while inspecting the machine he made, he said softly in a weird electronic voice:

After your poor old father has done the final test of the 'Return to Origin Bomb', we can start your return to origin transformation. This project has been delayed for too long.

I hope you could stand with me and witness the first test explosion of the Homecoming bomb.

I have set up a very good test point for it, which is not far from us in the capital of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, in the city called Boralus.

There were millions of contaminated flesh and blood there, making it a very suitable place for a test explosion.

There was silence.

In such silence, King Mechagon slowly told his plans as if telling his friends:

The origin bombs exploding over Boralus are only the beginning, my son, and that bright and just light will herald the coming of a new era.

After the test explosion is successful, we will turn on the power and make more bombs to purify all the cities in the eastern continent, Northrend and Kalimdor.

The pollution left by the ancient gods will be cleansed by our own hands, and the entire world will return to the purest era in the Return to Origin Project, and those compatriots who have been purified will form the guardians with us.

We will go to the lairs of those evil gods and kill them all!

Then, after we have completed our great mission, we can return to Mechagon or our ancient homeland of Gnomeregan, where we can enjoy endless life.

We will personally end this era of pollution and usher in an era of perfection.

We will save this dirty, poisoned world.

This is our great mission!

I'm really honored to be able to do it myself.