In the face of the clever goblin, the indifferent deer helmet did not speak, although he was lamented by the power of thermal weapons, but the deer helmet knew very well that what really determines the victory or defeat of the battlefield is never the weapon, but the soldier who masters the weapon, so he is not in a hurry to add more guns to this joint force.

He first wanted to see the appearance of these soldiers on the battlefield of Tanalis, let them be trained, and let them get familiar with the fighting mode of the bugs, and the deer helmet's thinking has always been clear... The battlefield that really determines victory or defeat is never in Tanaris.

And this upcoming expulsion war is just an "appetizer" for the war against the worms.

Deerhelm turned, deaf to the goblin propaganda, while the Patriarch of the Blightburner, who stood behind him, looked at the goblin arms dealers jumping up and down with a playful gaze, and as the soldiers were attracted by the Grinder's firepower, Moyana approached Hesuo and asked softly:

"You're from the Commonwealth... I'm curious, did the Great Lord just allow you to sell us such a powerful weapon? ”

"Powerful? No, no, no, it's not powerful, its manufacturing technology is already outdated in the Black Iron District, driven by manpower... Tsk, if I take this thing to the Black Iron Fair, I'm going to be laughed to death by those bastards. And if you use such a "grinder" to deal with the "Hellfire" cannon that has just been installed in the Darkblade Legion, it will be like looking for death! ”

Hei Suo shrugged his shoulders and said calmly:

"With all due respect, these things behind me are just recycling, you see, I'm an honest businessman, so I'm looking forward to it, my honesty will bring me more orders..."

Moyana stopped talking, but as she passed by the goblins, the Patriarch said in a whispered voice:

"Thank you, Great Lord, for me... These "waste products" are needed now. And, cunning goblins, interested in becoming an arms dealer of the Blightcaller? I need you to craft some special weapons for our druids that match their fighting style, and I guess that doesn't go against your business principles, right? ”

"Huh? Monopoly arms dealers? ”

A hint of greed flashed in Hesuo's small eyes, but the last of his sanity made him shake his head with difficulty:

"I'd love to, I don't have any business principles, ma'am, but this kind of thing, I have to report to the Chamber of Commerce of the Black Iron District... It will take time, but when you're done fighting the bugs, I'll be happy to talk to you about it, Hesso Technology is strong, we have an exclusive fire research lab, trust me, whatever you need, we can make it for you! ”

Moyana smiled and stopped talking, the Patriarch raised her head, looking at the soldiers of all races who were undergoing a short firearms training on the wide training ground in front of her, she suddenly let out a long sigh:

"Mr. Hesuo, with your knowledge, do you think this army in front of you can defeat the Zerg?"

Standing on the wooden box, Hei Soo lit the second cigar, and the goblin, who had made a lot of money from the order this time, said casually:

"I haven't seen how the Worms attack, but I think that with the sophisticated weapons I provided, you can definitely win, it's just a matter of how much to pay."

"What about the Dark Blade? What if the Darkblade fights this battle? ”

"Dark Blade?"

Hesuo pursed his lips:

"I guess it only takes one warband to bulldoze the Thanaris bugs, and the Silisus bugs may be more troublesome, it may take 3-4 warbands, tsk, take the hellfire cannon that the warband just installed as an example, that thing can fire 3,000 rounds a minute, the effective range is 850 yards, the motor is driven, and it only needs one infantry to operate."

The Great Arms Dealer snorted:

"In the case of Tanaris, it only takes 10 Hellfires to blast wildly, and the bugs don't want to break through the firenet, and they have more than 10, bugs... No matter how fast the insects reproduce, can there be a bullet assembly line in the black iron area to make bullets? No matter how many of them there are, how many of them can have more hedron bombs in reserve? ”

"Anyway, I think that the current Darkblade Legion is no longer used to fight against opponents like the Human Empire or bugs, and the humans want to fight back to the Eastern Continent? Unless Darkblade voluntarily gives up, even if all the living people in the entire Kalimdor are on it together, they won't have a chance at all... But who can guess the mind of the Great Lord? ”

The black-hearted goblin merchant who made money by selling murder weapons was like a poet at this moment, he flicked the cigarette ash in his hand, wiped the luxurious jewelry ring on his finger, and then turned his head to look at the patriarch beside him:

"Anyway, my mission here is over, ma'am... The next time we meet, I hope you and your new friends will prepare enough money, and there will be no such loss-making "support" like this one next time. ”

"I'm a businessman by nature, and I don't like to do these profit-losing businesses all the time."

Jumping onto the shoulders of the troll's bodyguard, he waved his top black hat at Moyana, and then left the training ground with a dozen heavy boxes of gold coins.

Seeing Hei Suo leave, a trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Patriarch Moyana:

"Actually, if you want to deal with bugs, it's better to let the Dark Blade come and use it..."

"The dead cannot be killed again, but these living, perhaps going to Silisus, will never be able to return... O Tyrion, mighty lord, aspiring man, what is going on your mind? ”

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"Buzz, buzz"

In the twilight of the Western Wilderness, the wilderness full of large farms is covered with a brilliant curtain of light, and after the new fertilizer industry is put into operation, the plants here are growing happily, and the farms of the Western Wilderness have been enjoying a bumper harvest for several years in a row.

But now, in this open-minded sun and beneath the earth, some strange sounds like the roar of wild beasts resounded in the western wilderness, and the distant avenue was dusty, looking like a storm brought up by a galloping herd, but in reality, the dust was only because of a special "knight".

It was a slender knight in a black trench coat and a strange helmet, riding a "steel warhorse".

It was a strange engineering machine, with two thick wheels in the front and rear, wrapped in black rubber tires found by the Federation from the islands of the South Seas, on the streamlined body, with a specially customized shell and the star logo of the Owersback Science Laboratory in the Black Iron District, and at the front end of this "steel warhorse" was an extension, a tall metal grip, and a front headlight molded in the shape of a roaring lion.

While the knight with the helmet kept twisting the grip, black exhaust gas continued to emerge from the exhaust hole at the rear end of the high-speed galloping steel warhorse, and even a trace of cool sparks were beating in the exhaust.

Yes, it's a weird-looking motorcycle ... It's not quite the same as the motorcycle shape that observers are familiar with, after all, it's powered by a large engine made of complex crude oil mixed with fantasy engineering technology, which is a strange principle that observers can't understand, in short, it moves, it can run very fast, and its shape is more rigid and atmospheric.

If it is on another planet, this steel monster that weighs nearly two tons and can even spew flames in extreme speed mode is absolutely not allowed to go on the road.

But in this fantasy world, this steampunk-flavored steel creature will be regarded as another great breakthrough in engineering.

"Click"

With the slender knight pulling the brakes on the grip, the heavy steel steed let out a loud neigh, and then came to a steady stop beside the dwarf engineers who had been waiting for him.

In the dust, Tyrion took off his helmet and threw it to the Death Lords who were staring at each other with wide eyes in curiosity, he shook his hair, then took a deep breath like a living person, patted the shell of the silver-white steel monster behind him, and gave a thumbs up to the master engineer Owerthbuck beside him:

"Great motorbike, I loved it... Let's start with a few pieces for young people, oh yes, and then make a smaller one, which is a toy for children. ”

"Wow! Coool！ ”

Before Tyrion could finish his words, behind him, Luminas, who was not wearing a helmet, jumped on the steel warhorse, turned on the engine in Tyrion's way, and then between the long fiery red hair flying, the madman lady sprang out as fast as she could, like a shadow, and her sharp neighing could be heard.

"Well, maybe they'll need a couple of cars to collect too."

Tyrion crouched down and patted the master craftsman on the shoulder, and he asked:

"It seems that this is already a very mature technology, is it a problem to enter mass production within a year?"

"Nope! Don't worry, big guy. ”

The gnome engineer made an OK gesture, and he said in his trademark high-pitched voice:

"The "Seyin Brothers" forging car in the black iron area has opened a motorcycle workshop, and the special module production line will soon be designed and completed, well, engine technology is indeed a big problem, and the new engine design upgrade is estimated to take 1 year. ”

"But when the new assembly line is completed, the cost of this thing will be reduced by at least half, and we are working on an upgraded version of this motorcycle, as long as we can get enough financial support this year, I can guarantee that in 3 years, the cost of this motorcycle will be cheap enough to be purchased by middle-level citizens of the Federation!"

The more the dwarf spoke, the more agitated he became, and he opened his arms and shouted:

"At that time, we can proudly announce that after the train, the appearance of motorcycles has made the fierce and tall war horses... One step closer to being completely eliminated! ”

"Very well, keep up the good work."

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders at the excited Owerthbuck, he knew that the cunning dwarf meant by saying these words, it was nothing more than wanting to get more funds for the dwarf technology through his help, but the big lord was reluctant to meddle in this kind of thing, the Black Iron District had its own mode of operation, as the big lord, he still wanted a bowl of water, besides, now that the dark blade had begun to let go of the development of the Federation, Tyrion was not willing to intervene again.

Therefore, he only said with a little encouragement:

"Your bikes are great, I'll keep an eye on them."

After speaking, the Great Lord ignored the anxious gnomes, and under the escort of the Death Knights, walked to the carriage parked at the edge of the wilderness, and at the moment when Tyrion sat down, the shadow figure also appeared abruptly in front of him, and for the arrival of this agent, Tyrion was not surprised, he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and said a little casually:

"How's it going?"

Faced with this headless question, the shadow nodded slightly:

"Hesuo's arms have been transported to the Shining Plains, and they have not aroused the suspicion of the so-called "anti-insect front", but I am very skeptical, Great Lord, even if they are united, without the intervention of the Night Elves, humans, orcs, withers, and some greedy goblins, will this loose power really be able to stop the Chila worms who pour out of the nest? ”

"That's a very low question, Shadow."

The Great Lord propped his chin with his left hand, and he closed his eyes slightly and said:

"It's not a matter of whether they can stop it, they have to block it, otherwise they will only have a dead end, under the pressure of extinction, they will naturally burst out with the greatest strength, it's like a game, they just need to play high enough scores, and the rest of the problems, someone will naturally help them solve them."

"You see, you and Luminas think I'm too merciful to the Empire, so now, give them a test of their right to live, if they fail, they won't even need us to do anything, they will be eaten by bugs, and if they pass, I'm sure your dissatisfaction should be able to overcome some of them."

"As for the Night Elves, it doesn't matter, the Forgotten Kings have already begun to adjudicate on the Cadore civilization, and to be honest, I don't care if those long-eared people will help, I'd even like to see them stand by..."

Tyrion's fingers were crossed, and a strange glint flashed in the high lord's ice-blue eyes, and after a moment, he clasped a pair of slightly flirtatious sunglasses to his face:

"I hope that those lazy worms who have been staying for 10,000 years make mistakes, and only if they make mistakes, the referee can personally take the game. I actually hate them, really... But now, I have to start my vacation. ”

"It's a big deal, and I'll wait until I'm on vacation..."