Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Black's arrogant speech made Prince Erazmin frown.

He was smart enough to tell that the smelly pirates were just exaggerating a fear. Even if the mechanical gnome had the power of mechanical transformation, it would not be easy to give such power to just anyone.

At least in the current system of mechanical gnomes, the prerequisite for accepting mechanical transformation is that you must have a superb understanding of engineering. At least you must know how the machinery in your body works.

You have to know some of the principles.

Only in this way can the potential of mechanical transformation be better utilized.

But the stinky pirate's words were not just about exaggerating fear, he actually raised issues that the mechanical gnomes had not thought about deeply.

Perhaps King Mechagon had thought about this.

But he certainly didn't share his thoughts with anyone.

Now, this choice was placed before Prince Erazmin.

If you plan to do something dangerous, then I will give you a few suggestions. For example, don't be so big at the beginning, take your time, and maybe establishing a small church that worships machines is a good choice.

But you must also be careful about the settlement of Holy Light Church.

Blake sat on the stone, drinking and making sarcastic remarks to His Highness the Prince. He said cheerfully:

Not only do you have to be careful on the human territory because they regard you as heretics who don't respect your faith, but you also have to be careful on the elves side. The attitude of the Moon God Priests towards mechanical transformation is probably no more tolerant than that of the Holy Light Priests.

Well, based on this calculation, the most suitable place for you to start is Gnomeregan City, or the territory of the goblins. After all, these two races have the highest acceptance of machinery.

pirate!

Yes, my fellow pirates will probably also like these modifications that can effectively enhance their combat effectiveness. No one understands those bastards who spread chaos and fear and pursue power better than me.

So can the indigenous races in Northrend. They have few systematic beliefs.

Of course, it's best to avoid werebears and trolls, as the former are dogmatic nature worshipers. There's also a 'hibernating' werebear on my ship right now, and I don't think it likes being turned into a machine.

As for the latter, he would be very willing to taste how the mechanical dwarf tastes when roasted.

No! Stop talking.

Prince Erazmin screamed, and he took a step back, crossing his arms in a no gesture at the tempting smelly pirate in front of him.

His Royal Highness the Prince said loudly:

We now have just over 30,000 mechanical dwarfs! With such a small number of people, we simply can't keep this knowledge. Once the news spreads that we can use machines to fight death, any force can destroy us.

Or even worse, capture us back to be their highly intelligent slaves!

Don't be so pessimistic.

Blake spread his arms and said:

With the destructive power of Mechagon City's black technology, smaller forces rushing towards you can only increase your military exploits. Unless one of the seven human kingdoms comes in full force.

But you are located in this sea. If no one leads the way, they will not even be able to find you.

All things considered, you are safe.

In fact, you can try to take risks, and the benefits will be considerable. I dare say that to charge 100,000 gold coins for an operation, someone must be willing to make an appointment. Making money is so simple, it makes me a little excited.

How about we join forces?

I'll be responsible for sending you people here, and you'll be responsible for performing the surgery. We'll split the money we earn 50/50?

No! I have already decided! My father's caution is correct. It's not some stupid 'blood theory', it's me who is stupid.

I failed to see the dangers of spreading this knowledge.

My desire for peace and beauty impaired my judgment.

Prince Erazmin shouted:

I want to continue my father's policy. Only those dwarf compatriots who are smart and intelligent enough are qualified to come to Mechagon for mechanical transformation and become one of us.

I will personally go to Gnomeregan to investigate, discuss with the members of the Artisan Council, and finally decide on a charter that is prudent and enough to protect us.

Mechagon is not open to everyone!

Only people with our permission can set foot on this island. This is not self-isolation!

This is self-preservation.

Well, that's really a shame.

Blake shrugged, but did not try to persuade him. He glanced at the Mechanical Prince, and then brought the topic to another issue. He said:

Is the transformation of the Eye of Invention that I customized for you completed?

Already done.

Prince Erazmin popped out a small square from his wrist and handed the modified Eye of Invention to Black from inside. The shape of this little thing is still the same dark red glass crystal as before, but there are no more criss-crossing light spots inside.

It was replaced by a rotating, something like a small radar.

I have removed its positioning function. This little invention will no longer be able to identify the three-dimensional coordinates of Mechagon. I will also fill in the 'safe airspace' in the sky for visitors.

The prince pointed to the sky and then to the Eye of Invention in Blake's hand. He explained:

This thing will be the enemy seeker of the 'flesh purification' device on your ship from now on. It will lock and guide the target for the purification beam.

I enhanced the life form scanning function for it. It can now accurately detect all lives within 100 yards around it and lock on thirty of them.

Or go into ‘shelling’ mode.

Using the impact point as the center of the circle, the purifying beam is directed to launch a large-scale bombardment, but in this form, each shot of the flesh purifier requires several minutes of charging.

Cool! That's what I want.

Blake moved the eye of invention, which looked fragile but was actually tough, up and down in his hand, and asked:

What's the effective distance of this thing?

The ultimate distance is 1,000 yards.

Prince Erazmin shrugged and said:

Any further away, the energy dissipation of the flesh and blood purification device will reach an uncontrollable level. The enemy will be purified the moment you fire, and everyone on your ship will be included in the energy dissipation.

That would be a disaster.

But with Pascal on your ship, it can help you add a few energy valves and install an additional signal repeater, so that the shooting range can be extended further.

1,000 yards is enough.

Blake whistled and said:

My ship is different from other ships. She is the 'assassin' among battleships. Her favorite thing is to assassinate her personally.

That's good.

The prince nodded, raised his wrist again, pointed to the pocket computing device on his wrist, and said to Blake:

“You can use your pocket calculator to program the Eye of Invention’s enemy tracking mode so that it can lock on specific targets according to your requirements in the ‘precision sniper’ mode.

This is very simple.

I've encapsulated the enemy tracking program, and now it's a 'fool-proof' operation. Trixie can teach you, and you'll definitely learn it quickly.

Thanks, man, this means a lot to me.

Black waved the Eye of Invention in his hand and said to Prince Erazmin:

This means that my ship finally has the ability to attack from a distance, and by the way, that return-to-origin bomb

When the pirate talked about this issue, the mechanical prince's expression suddenly became serious.

He said:

Before I hand it over to you, I have to ask, what are you going to do with it?

Uh, how do you want me to explain this to you?

Black rubbed his chin and said to the Mechanical Prince:

Do you understand the meaning of the word 'curse of flesh' that your father has been mentioning?

Um.

The prince nodded and said:

The Old God, imprisoned and sealed by the Titan Guardians, was unwilling to fail and cast a curse on the entire world. All Titan creations were infected without exception.

They were transformed from pure steel into weak flesh and blood, and their minds were also affected and they forgot their great mission.

The power level of the entire world is declining rapidly. This is a conspiracy used by the ancient gods to weaken the power of the Titan defense system. Unfortunately, they have succeeded a long time ago.

That curse reshaped the world into what we see it as.

Yeah, a very accurate description.

Black said:

I want your big bomb to deal with the servants of the ancient gods. In Kul Tiras, there is a stronghold of those dark things in this country.

They hide deep, and they pour their poison into that country, corrupting it from the heart.

This is good for you too.

After all, once Kul Tiras falls into the Dark Thing's conspiracy, Mechagon will be the next target of invasion. Your technology cannot stop the Old God's investigation.

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The mechanical prince hesitated for a moment, and after a few seconds, he said to Black:

“I want to see it with my own eyes.

It's not that I don't believe you, Mr. Black, it's just that the destructive power of the Origin Bomb is too amazing, and we can't give out such a weapon casually.

Also, Oversbach's actions when dismantling the bomb were a little rough.

He destroyed the fuse of the return-to-origin bomb. It could no longer fly autonomously. This also meant that if it was to be re-detonated, it would have to be operated by someone with sufficient expertise at medium and long distances.

I will go there with you myself!

If everything is as you say, I will be very willing to throw the crystallization of the anger of this Titan creation on the heads of those dark things with my own hands!

This is the sword my father made to kill those evil things. I also hope that it can be put to real use instead of being used for meaningless slaughter.

OK.

Blake snapped his fingers and said to the Mechanical Prince:

Then you go back and prepare. We will set sail for Stormsong Valley in 24 hours. My forwards have already set up defenses there, and I guess they must be impatient to wait.

Speaking of which, before leaving Mechagon, I have one more small thing to entrust to you.

The pirate stood up, moved his arms, and said to Prince Erazmin who was looking at him:

Although there is no shipbuilding yard on your island, the manufacturing machines in Mechagon City really opened my eyes. I plan to order a ship here.

A huge ship that could carry two bombers taking off and landing in formation.

I don’t have the design drawings in hand, but I can tell you all my ideas. You have very professional engineering masters and designers here. I believe you can design a set of works that satisfy me very much.

As for the reward.

Don't worry, I will do my best to meet all your needs. As long as the boat I want can be built, everything will be easy.

We're really not good at this.

The mechanical prince said helplessly:

Our ability to build aircraft to control and suppress units is the limit. No matter how large a vehicle is, it will be difficult to forge it with Mechagon's productivity, and we have no experience in shipbuilding at all.

You know, gnomes don't like water.

It doesn't matter, you can build it bit by bit, and when you're done, just put it together. As for shipbuilding experience, this is not important at all, because the ship I want you to build is different from any ship in the world. .”

Blake waved his hand, pointed to the sky, and said to the Mechanical Prince:

To put it simply, the kind of boat I want is not one that swims in the sea, but one that flies in the sky.

I've been thinking about this change since the Battle of the Palatine, when two of my big ships were destroyed by a nasty guy using charge tactics.

If the bastards under my command can't handle such a powerful charge on the sea, then maybe it would be better to let them change the battlefield.

While neutralizing the enemy's advantages, we should maximize our advantages.

The pirate spread his arms as if he wanted to embrace the sea and the sky, and told the wonderful blueprint in his heart to the mechanical prince who was dumbfounded. He said to Erazmin:

My ship will be suspended in the sky, like a Valkyrie running through the sky.

She will bring down the light of destruction on any enemy who dares to provoke me. The bomber groups taking off from the aircraft carrier are her wings, and the aerial bombs that bombard everything are the shadows covered by her wings.

Wherever she goes, everything turns to ashes!

I originally planned to entrust the goblins to use their airship plan to build such an air carrier for me, but after seeing your already mature aircraft technology, I knew that I had a better choice.

As if telling a secret, Blake knelt down, put his arm around Prince Erazmin's shoulders, and whispered:

I know that the old guy has already started to learn my tactics. Bah, how shameless. But he will never think that what he has learned is just scraps that I don't care about.

When I appear again with my 'big toy', I will announce to him and the whole world the arrival of a new era of war.

My thinking circuit started to tremble just by listening to your description, and my computing core began to spark. This is really an idea that will make all mechanics excited!

The mechanical prince said in an excited tone, even trembling:

“We are honored to be involved in the construction of this epoch-making product.

But I must remind you, Lord Black, even just describing the blueprint, I can imagine how terrible the cost of this behemoth must be.

Relying on Mechagon simply cannot support such a large project. You must be prepared to continue to provide us with various materials, which means a lot of money.

That's enough money to buy a kingdom!

That's nothing you need to worry about, my Lord Engineer.

The pirate patted the prince on the shoulder and said:

Money matters give me a headache.

All you need to do is build it. From now on, Mechagon will be protected by our undead fleet. We stinky pirates will rob the world to support you.

We will be your protectors, punishers and advocates. Any attempt to harm you must go through us first.

I know that this protection will eventually be rewarded and rewarded.

I know you little mechanical guys won't let me down.

PS:

Over~The plot of Mechagon is officially over~The next chapter will return to the mainland of the Kingdom of Ku to continue the fight against the Church of Storms. In addition, there will be four more updates tomorrow, just as an apology, I hope this time it will be over.

After all, making money is not easy, not even easy.

As long as everyone is satisfied.

Yesterday, someone specifically added me on QQ and privately messaged me saying that they would not subscribe again in the future. Emmmm, it’s actually not necessary.

We are together by fate, but separated by no chance.

How nice it would be if I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a single cloud. Why bother with my mentality like this? It’s not about deep hatred. Can insulting an online novel writer really make people feel vented and satisfied?

I'm curious.

Let's get together and part ways, that's it.