"We can't agree!"

After Ella left with the victor's smile, the entire Council of Craftsmen experienced a brief silence, and then chattered like a flock of frightened ducks.

"This is despicable coercion! Vile! ”

"We should explain this to our dwarven friends!"

"But Ella is right, if you think about it, we have indeed served the dwarves for many years without compensation..."

"That's because they protect us from harm! It's the agreement! It's the protocol! ”

"Then why are there still frost trolls who come to infest New Artisan Town from time to time? Yesterday they also stole more than a dozen boxes of food, and the dwarves did not do their duty. ”

"Maybe Ella has some point."

"But the undead are all badass, big badas, they slaughtered the whole of Stormwind and Kazmodan, and we can't be like them."

Screams like this come and go, and Ella is right, the dwarf race is very smart, but the price of being too smart is that it is easy to be cranky, and this intelligence is not supported by a strong enough character, and it will only evolve into a disaster called "fear".

It's a pity that most gnomes don't have a tough character ... They are a group of cute and jumpy little men, neurotic, timid, and their first instinct in the face of threats is often to retreat, otherwise the race that can invent flying machines and steam tanks according to the current level of technology of the gnomes will not be able to deal with the frost-sideburn trolls around Kazmodan whose strength has weakened to the point that only a mountain fortress remains.

Hundreds of years ago, the alliance between the dwarf and the dwarf may have been more in the role of looking for a "protector", and the dwarf with a straightforward personality, strong strength, and a resolute personality can also form the most benign complement to the dwarf.

But the problem now is that when the dwarves are destroyed by Kazmodan's rule, the gnomes, who have lost their protectors, are faced with an awkward choice, either emboldening themselves against the undead or joining them.

After the only mechanical city that could protect the gnomes from harm was also destroyed by the radiation disaster, the gnomes seemed to have no other choice.

"Whew, whew"

A green-haired gnome soldier pushed open the door of the council, this sudden move, interrupted the argument of the councillors, the soldier looked at the master craftsman who was slumped in his chair, his cute eyes did not hide the fear at all...

"The undead are coming! They are marching along the mountain road of Kazmodan towards the town of New Artisan, there are many of them, there are also crows and terrible bone dragons with bombs in the sky, the agents of Dark Operations Nomorigen have been assembled, but whether it is the number or the fighting spirit, we are absolutely inferior, the master craftsman, you have to get an idea! ”

"What about Kelsey?"

The master craftsman stood up, he looked at the soldier with a pale face, and asked, "What did Kelsey say?" ”

"Chief Kelsey is pessimistic, and she asked me to tell you that no matter what, the secret agent will fulfill her mission and obligation to the race, and if necessary, she will detonate all the dark mines buried in the mountains, but this may not stop the undead."

The soldier's face was undisguised with fear, which was normal, and even dwarves were terrified when faced with the venerable undead, let alone the dwarfs who were as timid as rabbits.

And the Kelsch of the Great Craftsman's words, the only military force before the fall of Nomorigen, is called the covert operations secret service organization, its leader died in the disaster of Nomorigen, and the current temporary commander is a beautiful red-haired female dwarf agent, her name is Kelsey. Gang Shuo is one of the very few dwarves with a bold personality and a penchant for adventure.

"It's terrible, the undead don't seem to want to wait any longer."

The great craftsman Mercatok was a little discouraged, he was a qualified leader, and he would be willing to give everything to save his people if he could, but in the current situation, the greatest inventor also felt that the donkey skills were exhausted, and after the capture of Kazmodan, the first move made by the undead was to move towards the gnome gathering place, which fully shows the importance they attach to the gnomes, and also shows their will.

Obviously, if the gnomes put up the most resolute resistance, then what they are about to usher in may be the swords and guns in the hands of the undead, and after being resurrected, the gnomes will still have to sacrifice their wisdom to the King of the Blades.

"And bad news, Craftsman, and Councillors."

The secret agent's herald stole a glance at the faces of the dwarf leaders in front of him, his fingers clasped together, and said in a voice similar to a mutter:

"Lady Ella is calling on the people in the center of the town, and the news of the undead has been spread by her, and she declares that only by actively joining the Darkblade Legion can the survival and existence of the gnomes be guaranteed, many panicked civilians have been attracted to it, more and more people are joining her, and Chief Kelsey has applied to capture her."

"Ella. Magic Thread, in the current situation, she is undoubtedly an unstable factor. ”

"But she's also a hero of the past!"

Another gnome councillor exclaimed, "There are still statues of her in town, recording her dedication to the race, and every surviving gnome knows the story of Ella, and once we capture the heroes of the past in plain sight, maybe the people themselves will be in chaos." ”

"And you don't necessarily have to catch her yet."

The master craftsman waved his hand a little frustratedly, and motioned for the herald to leave:

"Tell Kelsey to withdraw the agents, the gnomes have suffered enough damage, and we don't need to bury the last warriors, by the way... Help us get Ms. Ella over, and just say, just say we have something important to talk to her. ”

The herald turned away in some sadness, and the atmosphere in the room became dead, and everyone knew that the smartest of them were running out of ideas, and perhaps it was time to bow to the harsh reality.

Ten minutes later, Ella returned to the council's house, but she did not come alone, behind her, followed by a white-haired dwarf, judging by the robes he was wearing, a true master craftsman, qualified to be a member of the council of craftsmen.

"Owarthback, my friend!"

The master craftsman let out a scream when he saw the white-haired dwarf, and he rushed over and gave the dwarf a hug: "We all thought you were dead, dead in the Ironforge Fort. ”

"It's a pleasure to see you again."

Owersbuck, the master craftsman, smiled awkwardly, he stole a glance at Ella beside him, and then said dryly to his old friend in front of him:

"The undead... No, Darkblade saved us, not only me, but all the gnomes in the entire Ironforge are alive, and they are now being sent to our "new home". ”

"A new home?"

Mecatok glared at Ella fiercely, and then looked at Owersbuck:

"The gnome's home is in Nomorigan, and we're not leaving, remember? Brother, we swore that we would reclaim our city! ”

"Yes, we will recover it."

The white-haired dwarf master was a little uninterested, the long-distance teleportation made his spirits a little sluggish, he looked at the craftsmen and councillors with different expressions around him, he took a deep breath, and with the encouragement of Ella's eyes, he walked to the round table, picked up a badge, and placed it on the table.

It was a silver-white badge with the city emblem of Nomorigan, a staggered pattern of gears and screws, and in the center of the badge was a small Broken Blade symbol, but compared to the other flags of the Dark Blade, this emblem was somewhat small, and along with the original mighty Broken Blade, it had also been changed to a mechanical shape.

"The undead, we all know, are coming towards New Artisan, but they're not here to kill us."

Owarsback clenched his little fist and said to the others:

"They were invited by me and Ella to help us clean up the troglodytes in Nomorigen, they came to help us reclaim the city, yes, the gnomes will still live in Nomorigen in the future, this is our forever home, but in exchange, the wisest and most creative of us will go to the Dark Furnace City in the Burning Plains, where we will continue our work."

"Huh"

The silver badge was pushed to the center of the table, and Owersback continued:

"I know that some of you will call me and Ella traitors, say we deserve to die, and even escape from the ray gun to kill us, which I can understand, but in the third basement level of Darkhearth, in that newly built mega laboratory, I do see the future that Darkblade promises for us, they need us, brothers and sisters, they don't want us to be slaves, believe me, they need our wisdom."

"So, what did that tyrant say to you?"

Behind Owarthbuck, Mecatok clenched his fists, suppressed his anger at being betrayed by his friend, and he shouted:

"What the hell did he show you? What kind of ecstasy was poured into you? ”

"Nope! I haven't even met him! Mecatok, my friend, I just watched his planning. ”

The white-haired dwarf's face turned red in the face of the accusation, and he cried out:

"I read those plans, written by Tyrion himself, that the future land of southern Xinjiang will be full of railroad lines designed by our own hands, that the steam locomotives that run by will carry the materials and various commodities needed by the people will pass through the railroad tracks, that every family will have its own electric light, that the evils of the night will be dispelled by the power of technology, and that electricity will bring a new world, a better world, a future designed by us."

"Flying machines will be used for civilian travel rather than war, the idea of hydroelectric generators will become a reality in that land, people will no longer have to travel on horseback, remember our previous idea that was put on hold? A new generation of transportation powered by machinery, mining machines will replace mining work, farmers will be liberated from heavy farm work, and the existing world environment and living status will be completely changed! ”

"To hell with the steam tanks, our inventions will no longer be used in war! We will change the world with our wisdom! With our hands! ”

Owersback's agitation made his voice sharper:

"I'm tired of assembling battlefield weapons for dwarves, I'm more interested in using my wits to develop new robots that fascinate me, and I've got my own lab, my own apprentice, and my own research funding in Darkhearth! A full 300,000 gold coins! He gave me the future, redefined technology, fascinated me with his whimsy, and the future he depicted supported by technology never appeared in my wildest fantasies! ”

"The most important thing!"

"Bang"

The master craftsman slammed his fist on the table, then shook his hands with grinned teeth, but the funny gesture did not dampen Owersback's excitement, he opened his hands and shouted:

"The most important thing is that the future is not a pipe dream, it is achievable! My logic tells me that it's not a kid's trick, it's true! Ladies and gentlemen, I see the future! With my eyes! Come with me! Join the carnival of technology! ”

"I need you! I need your wisdom! ”

The frantic Owerthback stretched out his hand to the others in a sincere tone, and this statement stunned the dwarf councillors present, who preferred to trust Owerthback to Ella, because he was one of them and could be trusted.

And now, O'Wossback's attitude shows them the advantages of another option, but people are always like this, and they don't really believe what they see with their own eyes.

"I want to see it!"

The silence was broken by the female congressman who had spoken for Ella before, she looked at Owersbuck, gritted her teeth and said:

"I won't give my opinion until I see it with my own eyes, it's about the future of the dwarf race and our people, and it shouldn't be up to us to decide!"

"Yes, Morse is right!"

"I think so too, maybe after I see it, I can debunk your tricks!"

Finally, in the midst of the uproar, the master craftsman Mecatok stretched out his hand to silence the crowd, and he stared at Owerthback and Ella, and asked in a deep voice:

"Can you guarantee that our inventions won't be used in war?"

Ella and Owersbuck looked at each other, then shook their heads unwillingly:

"I can't guarantee it, because Darkblade didn't just invite the gnomes... And those crazy goblins, and most importantly, the annual research funding, which is shared by both of us... Anyway, let's go to Darkfurnace first, we've got the portal ready. ”