Azeroth’s Death Track

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"The news gathered from all directions has shown the current situation!"

On the second day after the banquet, in the combat command room of Ironforge Military District, facing the dwarf generals and marshals wearing armor and weapons, Danas had a map of Kazmodan on the table in front of him. Above, I drew a big X number.

"The undead hoarded the heavy soldiers of the two legions in the area at the border between the Badlands and Celsama. Obviously, the northeast was their main attack direction, and the fortress on the front line of Kazmodan was lonely. There was only one legion. And so far, the undead in the direction of Stormwind have not increased their troops. They are suspecting soldiers. Obviously, they want to permanently drag some of our strength in Kazmodan!"

"It's cunning, right?"

Danus looked at the dwarven generals around him, and he threw the drawing pen in his hand on the table, shouting loudly:

"But they met even more dangerous opponents. After two days, we went to kill this fortress of undead! Drive them out of Kazmodan completely, and then fight with them in Thelsamar!"

"We can kick all their **** this time!"

Dwarf Field Marshal Burim Golden Hammer waved his fists and shouted in a thunderous voice:

"Fight against the steam tank troops of Ironforge on the plains? Ha, our steel torrent will crush all the undead in front of us!"

"Crush!"

A group of dwarf wars chanted this word, and the atmosphere in the war room was extremely extreme. It must be said that the dwarf's one-in-one style is sometimes a headache, but in this situation facing the threat of war, a group of The tough guys who never know to retreat will be your teammates, which will definitely give you a lot of peace of mind.

Of course, Danas was not blindly excited, although whether it was an MI7 agent, an assassin of the Assassin League, or a ranger scout of Quel'Thalas, the news gathered from all aspects supported him for The guess of the battle situation, but looking at the map of Kazmodan in front of us, there is always a kind of lingering uneasiness in the mind of human generals.

Perceptual thinking is telling him that under this seemingly normal strategy, the undead hides a conspiracy that he has not yet discovered, but reason again tells him that in this kind of decision involving the destiny of a country, one cannot use emotional Thinking as the basis for judgment.

He is a seasoned veteran commander. For him, war is always very simple, getting enough information, understanding the facts of the battlefield, and seeing the enemy’s movements, instead of looking at the war according to his cranky wishes. This is excellent. Quality has won him many victories in the past...

"In short, add Scouts, and send everyone we can use!"

Danas said to his adjutant:

"During these two days, I kept monitoring the movements of Kazmodan, Stormwind City, and the Desolate Land. If there are any changes, you must tell me the first time!"

"Observe, general!"

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And just two days after the military area of ​​Ironforge was in full swing, while attacking the undead army of Kazmodan, on the other side of the huge underground city of Ironforge, outside the explorer hall, the craftsman Deep in the area, many dwarves and human miners are also busy here.

In front of them, there is a huge underground hall with many pillars supporting the place, which looks like a palace without painting.

On the calm ground, there are two huge semi-circular black holes, the size is large enough to accommodate a giant dragon to gather its wings and walk in, and there are many complicated instruments arranged on the periphery of the restful smooth hole, even Under the hole, complex and cumbersome steel rails and steel supports are used to support the entire space of the hole, so that it will not be directly destroyed in the earthquake.

The two adjacent huge holes and the entire empty hall attached to it, in the original design, started from Ironforge and directly led to the underground rail system of Stormwind City. This kind of cool underground traffic The system was designed by the best gnome designers at the request of Stormwind’s royal family.

In the ideal plan, thousands of kilometers from Iron Furnace to Stormwind City, crossing the mountains underground and forming a straight rail transportation line, it takes only 30-45 minutes to reach, which is absolutely Azeroth The fastest means of transportation in the history of Sri Lankan civilization, and its prototypes are those air tracks in the gnomish city of Gnomeregan.

Although few people have visited the dwarf technology city, to be honest, this is actually a highly completed technology.

The Wrynn royal family, which was rebuilding the kingdom, hoped to use this convenient underground transportation system to pull in its connection with Ironforge, so as to use the resources and business system of the dwarves to make Stormwind City renew faster. Prosperously, frankly, if Tyrion and his Legion do not appear, once this railroad track is completed, the economy of the Storm Kingdom will quickly jump to a new level.

Unfortunately, everything is now empty.

Undead occupy Stormwind City, and they are now planning to attack Kazmodan, as long as the dwarves have no problem, they will not continue to dig this underground tunnel that is about to be connected, as King Magni said Although it is wasteful, in order to ensure the safety of Ironforge, they must blow up the underground tunnel before the undead finds and uses it.

"But we want to blow it up, it's not that simple. Foreman John, you are one of Gilneas' most famous architects, and I believe you can understand our hardships."

It is Brian Bronzebeard, the “Idle Prince” of the Bronzebeard Royal Family, the honorary president of the Adventurer’s Association, who often uses explosives in some troublesome archaeological processes. It is a very delicate work. Once there are too many explosives, even a little, it will directly lead to the destruction of precious cultural relics.

So Brian is theoretically a master of dynamite, and sending him to take charge of this matter is also a business hook, and at this time, the prince is wearing his own iconic archaeological uniform, wearing a wide brim hat, and facing behind him Wen Binbin, a black-haired human with a single piece of sunglasses, told about the big project.

In response to Brian's inquiry, the foreman known as "John" smiled implicitly, his beautiful light blue eyes narrowed, and said softly:

"Of course, I can fully understand the worries of dwarf friends. It is a dangerous move to blow up two tunnels of this size at a time, and the explosives to be used can almost blow up the entire Greymane Wall. Not to mention that this tunnel was made by digging through the main ridges of Kazmodan and Redridge Mountains. Any unprofessional blasting may damage the mountain structure, the most serious consequences..."

Foreman John shrugged and gave Brian a playful smile:

"The most serious result, after a big bang, the internal rocks that shook off may directly destroy one-third, no... two-thirds of the Ironforge, so this matter is best left to the most Professional people do it."

"Yes! That's right, professional things must be left to the experts!"

Brian took off his wide-brimmed hat and stood in front of the dry and dark tunnel. While blowing in the wind, he glanced at the foreman of John, who was wearing the nobleman's butler. He said in a deep voice:

"So among the 23 experts who came from the entire northern Xinjiang, we finally chose you, you and your workers, the understanding and skills of using explosives are definitely not worse than the best dwarven artillery, yes, listen Say you have joined the army before?"

"of course."

Mr. John said politely:

"I could have safely stayed in the town where I was born to serve my lord, but I finally joined the army of Marshal Losa under the inspiration of the Alliance. Oh, yes, now we will call him "Your Majesty", in short, I have been to the Burning Plains. I have seen the orcs defeated by us. The workers and I, they are also my former comrades. In that war, we lost a lot, but we also. .. also learned a lot."

Mr. Foreman was silent for a moment, and in a place Brian didn't see, a flash of indifference flashed in his eyes, fleeting, and he looked back at the dwarf:

"Give us two days, we will arrange enough explosives in the safest part of this tunnel. In addition, there may be some vibration during construction. After all, we have to dig up the rocks and bury the explosives in the mountain. Hope this It will not affect the daily lives of dwarf friends."

"No, alas, I hope this **** war ends soon."

Brian Copperbeard slobbered into the tunnel in front of him, and he turned to leave, but after a while, he turned back and looked at the silent foreman. He asked curiously:

"This is my personal curiosity. If you don't mind, Mr. John, can I know the name of the company you served in?"

This problem silenced the foreman for a moment. After a few seconds, he took off his monocle and looked back at Brian, with a warm smile on his face:

"I was serving in company B..."

"Oh, Cool! Hero Company! I have heard the story of Company B."

Brian Copperbeard grabbed his hair and thought about it, then put his left fist on his chest with a serious face:

"veteran!"

Foreman John shrugged and did the same, responding:

"Always loyal!"

The two laughed and turned to say goodbye, watching Brian disappear at the end of the road in the craftsman's area. The smile of John Foreman's expression just now calmed down. Behind him, the players wearing worker costumes gathered quickly When he came over, John didn't look back, but whispered:

"Menathan, lay out the road signs. Others used the cover to build the sound insulation barrier as quickly as possible... that weird dwarf may have begun to doubt us."

"Shakeen, don't blame me for refuting you. It looks like an ordinary dwarf, not a wise warrior, or a weird mage. Are you sure he can see through our body activated by dragon blood?"

The death knight in the team member whispered, but in exchange for John J. Keeshan’s indifferent gaze, he said in a word:

"No matter who you work for, keep in mind B's code of conduct, we... never gamble on luck!"

"Start working!"

On the other side, Brian walked back to the explorer's hall suspiciously. He greeted the familiar dwarf archaeologists. Today, everything is going well, but Brian Bronzebeard's heart is not quiet, what to do Things are absent-minded, even when learning the obscure Titan language alone, because of the irritability and irritability, the interest in learning is lost.

"No, no, things are not right."

Brian howled with his head in his head, and his mind was very chaotic.

There are always some people in the world who are special, and they don’t see their peculiarities on the outside. Maybe they are just a farmer who works all day long, or maybe an assassin living in the dark. In short, those special people have a stunning talent. They It is always a vague idea to feel the danger in advance, to say the reason clearly, and not to clear it.

But once that kind of thinking about the future breeds, it will prompt them to respond, whether they want it or not.

And Brian Bronzebeard, this seemingly careless dwarf, has hung out in countless ancient tombs from the day he joined the Explorers Association to the present, and has experienced countless dangers, but every time he can be murdered. Huaji, it would be a little too bizarre if you just attributed this to luck.

So there is no doubt that Brian is the kind of guy who is extremely sensitive to danger, but he may not know this himself.

"The corner! Hilda! Hilda. The corner!"

Brian yelled his personal assistant in his throat. Soon, a female dwarf braided in braids ran over with a stack of documents, and Brian snarled at her with a trace of unknown anger:

"Help me find something... the design drawings of the Stormwind Metro, the explosives reserve statistics table, the information of the foremen who have been recruited, yes, and the B company, all the information about the B company, give me Bring it!"

A moment later, a lot of documents were placed in front of Brian, and the height of the document was almost as high as his height. The old dwarf threw his wide-brimmed hat to the side, grabbed the material in front of him, and read it, One side stared at the bloodshot eyes:

"No matter what you are...I will find you! Old Brian never admits defeat!"

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