"This thing? It looks like a cannon. ”

Magni. Copperbeard spread out the drawings in his hand, which were typical engineering drawings, and I don't know if they were made by dwarfs or goblins, which were densely written with various parameters, and would make people feel dizzy at a glance.

However, the design itself is recognizable, it is the style of a complex and cumbersome cannon, with a three-part structure, coupled to each other, and in the eyes of Magni's top forger, this cannon has at least a thousand parts, which is also a complex invention that has never been seen in the history of Azeroth engineering.

"The combined parts have already begun to be cast in the black iron area, but the core of this weapon will directly withstand the first barrel of the huge amount of magic impact, and those engineering masters told me that under the current technical system, only the best forging master can hammer it out to ensure that it can achieve qualified toughness."

Tyrion stood aside, tapped his finger on the drawing, and explained to Magni:

"You can think of it as a super-large mana gathering and precision firing device, and it needs to be forged in 5 days, is there a problem?"

"Questions? Of course! ”

Magni still inherited the fiery temper of the dwarves after his death, and he and Tyrion themselves had some contradictions, so after reading the drawings, the blacksmith said disdainfully:

"I can build it, it's very simple, it's just manual work, but the question is, what are you going to launch with it? In my memory, even the top batch of magic gems in Dalaran didn't need to be launched with such a large and complex machine, and even if they were made, they were ornamental, you know, I never made those useless things. ”

"All I can tell you, Magni, this cannon is of great importance to the world, and I will use it to snipe an important person... Don't worry, it's not human, it's not your former friends, they're not that important... As for the energy source, I have prepared it for a long time, and you don't need to worry about it. ”

The King of the Blades looked at Magni condescendingly, and he said in a deep voice:

"You're going to have to forge it well, with the best skills, you know? I don't expect it to be able to fire a second time, but if it can last for at least 5-10 seconds under the super-powerful mana, it will be a lethal weapon that will be abandoned when it runs out, and it is also the best weapon that can make enemies scare after only one use..."

"You've got to get it right!"

Tyrion reached out and tapped Magni's chest:

"This has nothing to do with the contradiction between you and me, you are a forger, then use the attitude of a forger to make it!"

"Then you'll have to tell me!"

Magni grabbed the hammer and moved it in his hand a few times, he looked up at Tyrion:

"Tell me, at least who are you going to use it against?"

The King of the Dark Blades was silent for a second, then lowered his voice:

"Demons!"

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"Your Majesty, you seem to be in good spirits today."

At the court of Gilneth, Wolf. Dr. Wallace, carrying his suitcase, entered the King's small garden of resting under the watchful eye of the royal guards, and the aged King Jean looked in good spirits against the backdrop of several beautiful plants endemic to Gilnehs.

When the doctor entered the garden, the king was holding a jug and watering a few of his favorite flowers, like a peaceful middle-aged man, and he could not see his fiery side at all.

"Here you are, Dr. Wolfe."

The king heard the doctor's greeting, he put down the kettle, turned his head to look at Wolf, the king's voice was a little muddy, low, even the timbre changed a little, it seemed that he was infected with the flu, which was very common this season, with the increase of age, coupled with the complexity of domestic affairs, the king was somewhat lacking in energy.

The young physician chatted with the king, handed the thermometer to the king's personal guard, who then checked it several times and confirmed that it was correct, and handed it to the king, and after a few minutes, Wolf looked at the thermometer reading, his brow furrowed.

"The body temperature is higher than normal, Your Majesty, have you taken the medicine I prescribed? The normal flu should be cured in 3 days at most. ”

"The medicine was bitter and had a strange smell."

Jean waved his hand nonchalantly, picked up a glass of wine, and said to the young doctor:

"It's just a little flu, there's no need to worry about it, Dr. Wolfe, I didn't like to take medicine when I was a kid, I feel like I'm almost recovering, I just need to hold on for a few more days, my body tells me I'm going to be fine."

"But that's not right, Your Majesty!"

The young but skilful Dr. Wolf pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose, and said to the king solemnly:

"It's not normal times, Your Majesty, the werewolf plague is spreading throughout the country, and the best doctors in our country can't judge the way this epidemic is transmitted, even those mysterious druids don't have the means to cure the epidemic, and some time ago, their internal brawls directly destroyed several villages, we don't know who to believe... So, for the sake of the country, you'd better take care of your body. ”

In recent years, the animalistic disease in Gilneth has been like a plague, capricious, and last year, there was an outbreak of werewolf plague in Dragonbone Harbor, but fortunately, with the help of those druids, the epidemic was quickly controlled.

However, the druids started a strange infighting a few months ago, and many people have witnessed those druids turn into werewolves in broad daylight, and for a while, the druids who were originally regarded as saviors also began to be ostracized, which made the whereabouts of those normal druids even more strange.

As Wolf said, the whole of Gilney is now almost helpless in the face of the mysterious werewolf plague, and can only drive those infected with the plague out of the walls of Greymane in the north and leave them to fend for themselves in the Silver Pine Forest, but this is not a long-term solution, the kingdom's scouts have reported several times, and those werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest seem to have evolved a rudimentary social form.

Perhaps those werewolves are intelligent, and they have developed in the dark forest, and perhaps they have become another strange and dangerous civilization in the land of Gilneth.

"Don't scare me with the werewolf plague, Wolfe, you bad boy."

Jean laughed and cursed, "They don't scare me." ”

The king obviously liked this young and dissolute doctor, he seemed to see himself in Wolff in his youth, the same profligate and unruly, and Wolf's superb treatment methods also made the nobles of the whole Gilneth City praise, this is a young man of strength, and he has enough capital to show off.

"Okay."

Wolf shrugged, he turned to the guard and said something, one of the guards turned to leave, and a moment later the guard walked into the garden with a silver tray full of various potion bottles.

Even if Wolf was deeply trusted by the king, he could not inject the king with the potions he carried when it came to curing diseases, and had to use the potions stored in the palace, which had been tested.

As the epidemic spread, the entire court has done its best to protect the king.

"I know you don't like the feeling of drug injections, but... It is necessary. ”

Wolf rolled up his sleeves, took out a silver syringe washed with hot water from the tray in the guard's hand, picked up a bottle of green extract, and sucked the liquid into the syringe, he put the syringe in front of his eyes, flicked it with his fingers, and between the straining of his fingers, a drop of green liquid rushed out of the needle.

In front of his eyes, with the help of the guards, the king's right arm was slightly pulled up, Wolf smiled at the king, and then pierced the sharp needle into the king's veins, and between squeezing, the green liquid slowly entered the veins of King Jean.

"Okay, the special medicine stored in the palace only needs a day, and you can show your strength again."

The doctor placed the syringe in the tray, took out the stethoscope again, checked the king's heartbeat and pulse, and after a few moments, he picked up his briefcase and looked at the sleepy Jean. King Grémane said:

"Sleep well, Your Majesty, and when you wake up, all the pain will be gone from you."

"You pricked me again, I remember, little Wolf."

Jean picked up a glass of wine and raised his glass to Wolf:

"Thank you."

"This is what I should do, Your Majesty."

Wolf pushed his glasses again, and in the corner where the king could not see, a glint flashed in his eyes, and as the royal guard sent the doctor out of the court, at the moment when Wolf boarded the carriage, he whispered to the guard:

"Pack up your things and leave, the medicine will take effect in a day, I'll be waiting for you in the Silver Pine Forest, brother..."

The guard nodded to Dr. Wolfe, and with a beastly glint in his eyes, he asked softly:

"Doctor, you say, can people like us go back to their own country? Are we really right to do that? ”

The question made Dr. Wolf pause, and after a moment, he nodded, reached out and patted the guard on the shoulder:

"Of course, you and I, aren't you proof?"

"Don't think too much, brother, Jean deserves to expel us and force us to leave our loved ones, so that he too can taste what it is like to be a monster and be abandoned... But we won't want his life, we don't want to rule the country, we just want our brothers and humanity to live in peace, that's all. ”

Dr. Wolf got into the carriage, and he drew the curtains of the carriage, and before leaving, said to the guard:

"No matter what others say about us, you have to remember that we are not monsters, and we will not be monsters!"

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, Wolf's carriage rumbled forward, and in the carriage, Wolf took off his glasses a little tiredly, rubbed his forehead, and whispered to the man sitting on the other side of the carriage:

"A sample of werewolf blood has been injected into Jean's body, and tonight he will transform, with that weird head wolf Lallaire. Toothfire also made good contact, saying that he and his followers were willing to help us, but the only pity was that the druids of the Night Elves sensed our activity and sent the "holy relic" away in advance... Anyway, promise me, don't kill too many people! ”

"Hmm... In your eyes, are your companions a bunch of murderous villains? ”

Luminas leaned comfortably in the carriage, holding a glass of red blood wine in her hand, she looked at Wolf in front of her, and after a moment, the Lord of Death said:

"Tyrion asked me to tell you that the Legion of the Darkblades has no interest in ruling Gilneth, so after the end of Doom Day, the land will soon return to its original state, and you want humans and werewolves to coexist peacefully? It's a great idea, but no one is going to help you achieve it, you have to do it yourself. Do you understand? ”

"Frankly, I don't quite understand."

Wolf rubbed his forehead, he opened his eyes and looked at the Death Lord in front of him:

"Your Majesty means that we are left to fend for ourselves?"

"Stupid! Your Majesty wants you to integrate into the system of civilization under the dark blade. ”

Luminas drank the blood wine and explained:

"A system that has no racial distinctions, no differences in appearance, a system that embraces everything, after the overthrow of the civilization of the Old World, you, werewolves, will also join the ranks of rebuilding civilization, and the Defia Federation welcomes all living beings who are willing to join this new system, no kings, no nobles, only people, equal new world... That's what he said anyway, anyway, you have to think about it. ”

"The hundreds of thousands of werewolves in the Silver Pine Forest are under your command, you are no longer a simple spy or a warrior, you should learn to think from the perspective of the leader, it is easy to destroy, but the reconstruction after destruction is not so simple."

"But unlike you, I haven't been that close to His Majesty, so, until now, I don't know what he wants to do... Overthrow the old civilization and establish a new civilization, what is he doing all this for? ”

Wolf looked at Luminas, his eyes shining with a serious light:

"After all, I came to Gilneth with a simple mission, which was to spread chaos, but now, I have to suddenly learn to be in control, which makes me at a loss, so, can you explain it to me?"

"Don't think so much, Wolf."

Luminas cocked her legs, tilted her head, and looked at the werewolf in front of her, and said:

"Every leader of the Darkblade is unique, we look for the future in the midst of change, and you will be terrified because you feel the responsibility on your shoulders, but in fact, when you adapt, it will feel like nothing... As for what Tyrion wants to do, let me summarize it for you. ”

"He established the Dark Blade, never to fight against the Human Empire or the Elves, from the beginning of the birth of the Dark Blade, it was to correspond to the war of the higher system, you can understand us as defenders, to defend those who have the ability to accept the new world, we have never come to destroy anyone, and our real opponent, the opponent we have defeated once, will soon appear."

"I'm not going to tell you if we're good or bad, you can see with your own eyes... I also believe that all this will not disappoint you. ”