The design that the gnomes came up with at the last moment was a light warframe, which was completely polar from the goblin design.

However, Mecatok's introduction was far less concise than that of Hesso, and the complex engineering terminology made everyone in the audience stunned, and in the end, Buddy had to resort to another strategy.

"Both sides have come up with their own designs, although there are some flaws, but the Darkblade Consortium is willing to give you a new chance, 3 days later, the second round of bidding will be held here, when important generals will come to evaluate your design, I hope you can fix your mistakes in a short time..."

Buddy glared at the shivering Black Suo:

"Cherish your last chance!"

Myrah picked up the conversation at this time, and with a gentle smile he said to the gnomes:

"In addition, in a week's time, there will be a tender for the design of the ground track in the Black Iron District, which is completely civilian technology, so I hope that both sides will be able to send excellent people to participate, and in addition, I have just received the news that His Majesty Tyrion will allocate a large amount of money to be used as the start-up capital for the newly formed Association of Masters of Engineering."

The Blood Lord played with the ring on his finger, and he whispered:

"Mr. Hesso and Mr. Mercatoc are both very good masters of engineering, I would love to see you both take the initiative to apply, the Knights of the Darkblade have always believed in the power of collective and technology, and you, your wisdom, are our most important wealth and treasure."

"So be it, adjourn now!"

Buddy. Moore threw away the gavel in his hand and left the venue under the protection of several death knights, while the engineer Hesuo, who had been disgraced by Mecatok, gritted his teeth and glared at the cheering gnomes behind him, and he said to the secretary through gritted teeth as he walked out:

"3 days! There's enough time, get all the goblin engineers we can! I can lose, but Goblin Engineering can't! We can't lose that money either! ”

"Look at him, it's like a dog with a broken backbone, hahahaha"

Owerthback stood on the table and taunted the departing Black Cord, and beside him, the members of the Craftsman's Council were also smiling, no matter what the original intention of this time was, at least in this battle of engineering between the two sides, it was the gnomes who won.

"I'm leaving, Owersback."

Amid the cheers, the master craftsman said to the white-haired gnome:

"I'm going back to Nomorigan, you have a point, but I still can't get past myself, maybe going back and rebuilding our city with my own hands will make my heart quieter."

"You can't go, Mecatok!"

Owersback grabbed the hand of the master craftsman and said to him:

"We need you! Hesuo can't give up, the next time he will come will definitely be a stronger goblin engineer than him, you're right, Mecatok, I can't deal with them, I can't do it alone. ”

The white-haired dwarf reached out and grabbed the hand of the gnome councillor beside him, and he whispered:

"We have to stick together to fight the goblins, this is just the beginning, soon the idea of a dwarf engineer will take the world by storm, isn't that our dream?"

"But I... I'm still..."

Mecatok looked at his hands, he had never been so entangled, and a few seconds later, a gentle voice sounded behind Mecatok:

"Gerbin. Mr. Mekatok? ”

"Huh?"

The master craftsman turned his head and saw the smiling Blood Lord Myra looking at him, which made the dwarf subconsciously take a step back, and then heard Myra say:

"I know you have concerns, and the reputation for working with the undead is not good, but I hope you will look at it all with the sanity that an engineer should have, do humans and dwarves really mean justice? Are the undead really inherently evil? No, you only see the appearance. ”

The Blood Lord crouched down and made his gaze level with Mecatok's, and he said sincerely:

"Tyrion has appreciated your wisdom on more than one occasion, so I hope that before you make a decision, it's best to take a look around the area under our control and use your own eyes, with what you see, to make a truly correct review... In addition, the parliament of the Federal District of Defia has been very sad lately. ”

"They can't find a suitable teacher to impart basic knowledge to the children and young people under their rule, so that ignorance can be driven out of their lives, and I remember that this is what the gnomes have been advocating, so if I can, I would like to invite you as a private person to a huge drinking party in the Federal District of Defia in 4 days..."

There was a scrutinizing glint in Myra's eyes, and he looked at the hesitant Mecatok:

"Do what we can to spread the power of knowledge, and I believe that the leader of the gnomes will not refuse such a supreme act of kindness, right?"

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"When you look at this strange world, it is not difficult for you to find that in some corners of this world, there are some truths that people have to think deeply."

In the King's Hall of Ironforge, Tyrion picked up a written letter, folded it, and placed it in an envelope, and beside him was the Death Lord Roglio, the silent but trustworthy Lord of Death, who would temporarily become the temporary governor of the district of Kazmodan, responsible for dealing with the affairs left behind by Kazmodan after Tyrion left.

"I know you're curious, why do I think so much of timid gnomes?"

Leaning back on the throne, Tyrion hooked his fingers at his old friend, who tossed over a small flask, a cold blood drink, a drink that had been very popular among the necromancers lately.

The King of the Dark Blades took a sip of his wine, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said to Roglio:

"It's actually very simple, you see, there are so many races and so many lives in this world, you can easily find a large group of illiterate humans, rough dwarves, and even in Quel'Thalas, there are some stubborn elves who are not very willing to learn knowledge, but I ask you, Rogge, have you ever seen an illiterate dwarf?"

Roglio frowned, he thought for a moment and shook his head:

"I've seen very few gnomes, the one I know best is Ella, judging from Ella's performance, the gnomes' ability to learn is indeed amazing, and they value knowledge very much, I have seen Ella secretly reading those obscure texts in the library of the Dark Temple more than once, even if she doesn't need them at all."

"Yes, this is the peculiarity of the gnomes, their quest for knowledge is engraved in their bones, there are hundreds of thousands of gnomes in the whole of Nomorigan, I can guarantee that you will not find a stupid guy, if there really is a creator, then when he made the gnomes, he must have adjusted the intelligence of this race to the maximum limit that life can bear... Gnomes, seekers and custodians of knowledge, it seems to me that these little men who are keen to share knowledge have a mission in mind. ”

Tyrion waved his finger and said to Roglio:

"They are the link we need the most, I need them to share their knowledge with the civilians, the humans, the dwarves, and the other races in the future, to dispel the darkness that shrouds those ignorant minds with the light of wisdom, we can destroy the world with the swords, guns and flames in our hands, but to rebuild it, we must rely on the power of knowledge."

As he spoke, Tyrion picked up a book, which was in the library of Ironforge, and he took it in his hand, opened it, and as he read it, he said:

"Knowledge is power, and the timid nature of the little men prevents them from causing some trouble, and in this respect, the gnomes are simply the race I dream of commanding, and of course, they are not suitable to be soldiers... Nor will I send these precious resources to the battlefield. ”

"When the flame of wisdom is lit on the highway and burns brightly, the king and the nobles will know... They lost, and they lost badly! Of course, this will take time. ”

Tyrion seemed to be completely immersed in the history recorded in the books, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw some erroneous account, and after a moment, Roglio spoke:

"In my opinion, the biggest problem with Kazmodan is not the gnomes, the dwarves, those who fled the dwarves, ran into the depths of the valley of Coldridge and blew up the only mountain path, which was so high that even the ravens could hardly find their way to the fortress of Anvimar in the cold storm at the top of the mountain... It's simply not realistic for a large army to pass, what are we going to do with those dwarves? ”

"It's your problem, Rogge, you're the governor, you're the boss, now it's time for you to figure it out for yourself."

Tyrion didn't raise his head, nor did he offer advice, he just quietly looked at the book in his hand and said softly:

"I think you're capable enough to deal with them, but if you think it's too much trouble, it's okay to throw them there, the dwarves are all tendons, and they blow up the mountain path, and we really can't get in, but they don't want to come out either... It's just a bunch of people who have been kept in captivity, and instead of worrying about them, I'd better worry about the dwarves in Ironforge... They're the real big trouble. ”

"Dwarves are different from gnomes, they are naturally aggressive and stubborn, the influence of royal power in this race is more serious than that of the human kingdom, and there is no one in Ironforge who has the same devotee as Van Cleef, to be honest, I don't know what to do with the dwarves in Ironforge."

"For this thorny issue, maybe they should be integrated into the army," Roglio said. ”

"No!"

Tyrion shook his head:

"Civilians are civilians, I don't want civilians in my army, maybe you can solve this problem more groundbreakingly... And your misconception is... Dwarves don't like tranquility, they love noise and conflict, they are natural warriors... So if you want them to cooperate with you, you have to find him an opponent to fight, an enemy to conquer, a dragon to slaughter... That's it. ”

The Lord of the Blades refocused on the book in his hand, and he whispered:

"You may say that the Ironforge Fort is monolithic, especially after the conquest of the undead, they will jump up against us en masse, and that's okay, since there is no contradiction, what you have to do is create a contradiction... Go to Myra, migrate 100,000 Black Iron Dwarves to Ironforge, and let's see if the king who killed them is more hateful, or if the centuries-old enemy is more hateful. ”

"You know, it's not just common enemies that can unite people, and it's okay to use the power of hatred wisely."

Roglio's eyes suddenly lit up:

"And once the conflict happens, once the blood is shed, they can't go back, and while the two sides are fighting, we just need to play the role of mediator... Or even better, we'll do it ourselves, you're a genius at planning war, Tyrion! ”

"Hmm... Well, I'll take it as a compliment... Do what you have to do, my Governor. ”

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Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Coldridge Valley, in the fortress of Anvimar, Muradin, who had just woken up from his weakness from his heavy wounds. Brass sat silently in his chair, his hand held by Kudlan. The necklace that the hammer had handed him was his brother's, a symbol of the kingship of Ironforge.

And Muradin also knew that this necklace was worn by the first dwarven king around his neck when he woke up in the Cold Ridge Valley, and it contained many secrets, and it was said to be related to the mystery of the origin of the dwarves.

This determined and powerful dwarven warrior, sitting alone in his room, the fire of the fireplace burning, made the room very comfortable and very warm, but there was not a trace of warmth in Muradin's heart, he lost his brother, he lost his country, he lost everything.

The very delicate sharpened horn helmet was tossed aside by him, the weapon that never left his body was thrown to the ground at random, and Muradin held the quaint necklace in both hands, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

The fleeing dwarves are all gathered in the Coldridge Valley, the mountain road to the outside world has been completely blown off, as a good commander, Muradin is well aware of the terrible fate that the Copperbeard Clan is facing now, they can't rush out, they will be imprisoned forever in this iceberg and snow, until the orthodox Copperbeard bloodline completely withers.

"I'm not strong enough..."

Muradin struggled to his feet, and with each step he moved, a terrible pain came from all over his body, rushing out in the strangulation of the two Death Lords, Muradin had exhausted all his strength, he knelt on one knee in front of the beating fire, he pressed the necklace in his hand to his heart, and in the beating of the flames, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! ”

"I'll fulfill your unfinished mission, brother... I will take my people to live, and the bloodline of the Bronze Whisker will not be severed here, I swear..."

"Brian! Open Anvimar's Chamber of Secrets! Let the shamans prepare the ritual of communication with the earth..."

"This time, I'm coming!"