"Everything is normal in the mineway."

Two dwarven guards patrolled the tunnels in the artisan quarter, outside the ironforge fort at this time, it was already nightfall, even the dwarves who were known for their energy were mostly asleep at this time, except for the blacksmiths in the big forn, who were constantly forging weapons and armor day and night to ensure the combat effectiveness of the soldiers on the front line.

At the front of the Artisan Quarter, a number of dwarf engineers, also led by the Grand Artisan Mercatok, assemble some battlefield weapons for their dwarves and human allies.

Gnomes are small people like dwarves, they are not as strong as dwarves, so the sharpest weapons of dwarfs are their outstanding wisdom, and the mainstream war weapons on the battlefield of the Eastern Continent are inseparable from dwarves, and the prototype of the dwarf musket in the civilized continent is the short-barreled pistol that the dwarfs used to resist the invasion of trolls in Kazmodan, and the steam tank and flying machine are also designed and made by the gnomes.

It can be said that this short and neurotic, whimsical and small race has single-handedly changed the pattern of warfare in the eastern continent of Azeroth.

"I've never seen this thing before when I was fighting orcs, and looking at this perfect silhouette, I guess this is some sort of upgrade to the repeating musket, right?"

Foreman John, who was busy and busy, no longer had the politeness he had before, and he was now wearing the uniform of the workers, shirtless, and standing on the side with a black and gray face, drinking water, and chatting with the busy gnome engineers, the merry race of dwarfs liked to deal with other people, and the more stupid the object they dealt with, the more they liked it.

And in the face of the simple compliment of Foreman John, the dwarf craftsman with the eyes of green engineering said to Kishan with a smile while screwing the screws with a wrench nonchalantly:

"Of course, the repeating musket on the steam tank was too heavy, so I thought, why can't it be made lighter and fit on a flying machine while retaining its power... Flying machines are much more than tank sticks, they are light enough, fast enough, and with this kind of aviation cannon, think about it, human, you fly the aircraft over the heads of the undead, all you need to do is pull the trigger, and a storm of bullets falling from the sky can plow a clearing full of blood and stumps on the battlefield in front of you! ”

The more the dwarf master spoke, the more agitated he became, and he simply jumped onto the workbench, waving his hands wildly, and described to Kishar his imaginary future:

"Flesh creatures are too weak on the battlefield, a bullet can send a soldier to hell, but the machine is different, the machine is loyal, will not be afraid, and can perform all kinds of tasks perfectly, when you let them explode, they will not hesitate for a second, the undead are not worth fearing! We gnomes have machines, so we are not afraid of them! ”

"Oh, of course, the machines, the best, the best, and I love them."

Kishan looked at the self-unleashing gnome engineer in front of him with a strange gaze, he raised his head, drank the last sip of water from the glass in his hand, and then said to the dwarf in front of him:

"My boss will definitely like you, he thinks exactly the same as yours, he thinks too... Machines are the future of civilization. ”

"Well, although I haven't met your boss, but human, I'm starting to like him, although I won't leave Kazmodan in my life, and I won't see your boss, hahahahaha."

The green-haired dwarf engineer let out a nervous shriek, and then jumped off the table and went about his business, when Kishan looked at him, shook his head, and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"No, you'll see him, soon, and hopefully you'll have a good time talking when the time comes."

And just as Kishan was returning to the subway tunnel, he saw two dwarven soldiers on patrol, and Foreman John coughed lightly, and shouted to the patrol soldiers who were hiding and secretly drinking at the two probes:

"Hey, dwarven friend, this black light is blinding, better not go into the tunnel, we're buying explosives, you know, just a little spark, just... boom！ ”

As he spoke, John threw the flask in his pocket to the two dwarves, and without saying a word, the foreman went into the tunnel again, but he did not leave at once, he hid in the shadows, peeked out of the tunnel, and after making sure that the two drunken drunkards were gone, he reached out and straightened his clothes, and went into the darkness.

Kishan got into the makeshift miner's cart in the tunnel, and soon came to the place where the workers were working, he jumped out of the minecart and greeted his old comrade-in-arms Carrack, who was guarding outside the construction site, he looked around and lowered his voice:

"How? Did it go well? ”

Karakel was smoking his pipe, his eyes at this time exuded a cold light in the night, he was as emotionless as other necromancers, but perhaps because he didn't like to talk much in his life, in short, in the face of Kishan's question, Karakel nodded silently, like a veteran, and said briefly:

"The dwarven miners have all been disposed of and buried in the back."

"The location has been completed, and the people over there are digging..."

"Well, that's good."

Kisharn glanced back at the quiet tunnel behind him, and he whispered:

"We're almost done, move the sentry a few hundred yards forward, and don't let the dwarves disturb us."

Carrackel nodded, but before leaving, he asked:

"There's only 1 day left, is that enough?"

"20,000 orc undead, and 3 colossas, if this can't be dug up..."

Kishan snorted:

"It's time for them to kill themselves and apologize."

Before the words could be spoken, the ground beneath the feet of the two suddenly began to shake violently, like an earthquake, shaking the surrounding minecarts to a rattle, but it only lasted less than 3 seconds before stopping.

"They're using the Colossus to open up nodes, and it's good... Judging by this vibration frequency, they are already very close. ”

Ironforge is an underground city built in the middle of the Kazmodan mountains, and its entrance is set halfway up the mountain, with only a curved mountain road leading to the city, which means that once the war comes, the dwarves only need to lower the heavy gate and hold the mountain road, so that no large-scale enemies will rush into the interior of the Ironforge Fortress.

However, the Kazmodan Mountains are giant mountains that straddle the center of the continent, similar to the Red Ridge Mountains in the past, which are located on the southern part of the continent, brutally dividing the entire continent in two, and on the other side of the Kazmodan Mountains is the wetlands that have been repeatedly contested in the Second Orc War, this area is connected to the Arathi Highlands, which can be called the gateway to the core area of the human empire.

And if the observers' memory has not faded, they must remember that just over a year ago, when the orcs were regrouping, there was a horrific massacre in the city of Grimbaatar in the Wetlands Mountains.

At the end of the Second War, the Dragonthroat Orcs, who drove the Red Dragons to battle, occupied the abandoned underground city of Grimbaatar, which once belonged to the Hammer Dwarves, and in the slaughter a year earlier, except in the last hour, followed by the orc warlock Draka. Outside of the group of Shadow Burners who escaped from the city, the rest of the Dragonthroat Orcs were buried in the city.

After the slaughter, these orcs were aroused by the undead, numbering 22,000, and after the fall of the city, the Council of Six of Dalaran came to Grimbaatar once, which turned out to be a trap for the Great Lich Khadgar, and in that battle, the ** division faced the combined attack of Khadgar and Grull, the king of the necromantic Goron, and lost one of their members, the ** division of Derlandon**.

But the mage's cover was not fruitless, and after they lured away the Great Lich, the Red Dragons burst into the city, drained themselves of blood, and rescued the dying Queen, and then, in extreme rage, the Red Dragons set fire to the city.

This is also the last news about Grimbaatar... But in fact, in the burned city, those orc undead did not die with the city, and the war colossus that was summoned to Grimbaatar in the first place was not sent back to the Cursed Lands... They remained in the darkness of the underground, and after Tyrion swung into Azeroth, they were awakened like sleeping soldiers.

Continue to serve the cause of the King of the Necromancy.

"Bang"

The Necromantic King of Goron, whose body was intertwined with flesh and steel, swung his fist, and under the dull gaze of the orc undead, like a giant who opened the world, he smashed his fist on the huge stone block in front of him, the force of this punch was unimaginable, the solid stone buried in the mountain was full of cracks, and it swung another steel arm, and the hideous armor-breaking cone smashed into the center of the stone.

It's like the scene of a cannonball exploding, the scattered rubble and the dust and stones falling from the top of the tunnel instantly bury the undead who are very close to it, if these are living people, they are absolutely dead under this accident, but they are undead, and the undead will not die again because of the collision of stones.

When the boulders blocking the way were blasted, the undead who were densely packed with dark tunnels moved again.

The tunnel was excavated from under Grimbaatar, and was generally towards Ironforge, which had already been dug before the battle in Stormwind, and it would be far away from Ironforge, plus the Stone Palate Monster was spreading in the Kazmodan area, so the sound of digging didn't attract the attention of the dwarves, but the closer you got to Ironforge, the more careful it became.

This is the reason why Company B infiltrated the Ironforge Fortress, on the one hand, to help the diggers from Grimbaatar orient their way, and on the other hand, to help the undead divergent division open the way into the interior of the Ironforge Fortress with a large-scale directional blast at the end of the matter.

"The tremor just now can't be hidden, at this distance, the Copperbeards will definitely detect the noise underground."

Death Lord Glokush, who was monitoring all this under Grimbaatar, heard a muffled voice, and he didn't look back, he knew who it was.

Behind him, a short Death Knight in black armor, armed with a hammer and a hideous horned helmet, stepped forward and stood side by side with Glokush, his voice urning with a hint of undisguised mockery:

"Look at these orcs, they're clumsy even if they're dead, your Gorons are good, but they're digging too loudly... Copperbeard is not easy to fool, and it is at least 130 kilometers from this location to Ironforge Fort, and if you follow this progress, you will not be able to complete it until they find out the clues. ”

"So, you're here to pour cold water on me?"

The orc death knight sneered:

"Dagran. Thorrison, whoever you were when you were alive, you're just a high-ranking knight now, so if you continue to laugh like this, I'll throw you into the great furnace of Ironforge, where I heard that anything can melt..."

"No, powerful lord, I mean it very simply."

The Death Knight Thorrison let out a hollow laugh, the irony so obvious, that he muttered:

"My Darkforges Knights can help you, as long as you dig another 30 kilometers, the remaining 100 kilometers, I can help you solve it in 3 hours, and I can also use the drill machine to send your elite knights to various places in Ironforge... You know, it's a city of copperbeards, not much smaller than my Dark Furnace City. ”

"Playing with explosives and digging, you still have to come with the dwarves in person, your methods are too clumsy."

Thorrison's attitude is very bad, after this guy was recruited, the cruelty and distortion in his heart were magnified again, and the apocalypse was unwilling to devour his soul, which caused the dwarf emperor's soul to be also damaged, and this soul damage was reflected differently in each knight, and in Sorison's case, it was to make his tone of speech more and more annoying.

A complete nuisance.

"You're not such a kind person."

Grokush looked back at the Black Iron Death Knight, his green eyes looking at him, those dark red eyes that had become more and more bright red under the heavy horned helmet of death, almost like those vampires.

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