If you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. Almost all intelligent races with written languages ​​have similar proverbs handed down from generation to generation.

For example, among the dwarves, there is a legend about Enoch the Fool.

It is said that in the time of Anvilmar, the King of the Mountains, there was a young dwarf who relied on his strength and bravery to conquer a huge beast that was causing trouble in his hometown.

Anvilmar asked him, is your equipment enough? Let me support you.

Enoch showed his shining teeth and answered the King of the Mountain: A real man with cute big breasts.

Enoch set out, Enoch rushed... and released the body.

Returning to Ironforge, Enoch honestly changed into a bronze armor.

Before setting off again, Anvilmar asked him if your equipment was enough, or if I could give you something better.

Enoch, who was bruised and swollen, replied to the King of the Mountain: A real man wants cute and big breasts!

After a hard fight, Enoch jumped out again.

Enoch, who was rescued by a passing kind-hearted person, learned from the painful experience, knelt down in front of Anvilmar, and shouted loudly, "Great King of the Mountains, please give me the best equipment."

Anvilmar answered him, I am wearing the best, I will give you a set of excellent dragon king with nine plus thirteen.

So, Enoch set off again and killed the little monster with one blow.

With a feeling of emptiness in his heart, Enoch returned to Ironforge. Looking at Anvilmar who greeted him with a smile, he finally understood and became the original powerful party.

This story has taught generations of dwarves that equipment is also a part of strength. If you don’t accept it, you can earn money.

Carlos understood this story very well at this moment.

Turayan's plan to set fire to the mountains was indeed bold and generous, but it revealed the narrow limitations of the small-peasant economy in an agricultural society.

The Dark Swamp is a restricted area for humans and a terrifying living purgatory. But transformation is naturally a common topic for all civilizations. The siege tanks weighing more than 20 tons here in Ironforge have been produced on the assembly line. You still want to set fire to the mountain.

…

The blind spot of thinking is really terrible.

Deep down in every man's heart there is a strong and powerful heart.

Carlos is like this, Macni is like this, and the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque is even more like this.

When visiting the dwarf craftsman's production workshop, Carlos asked this question, and the two racial leaders in Ironforge were dumbfounded.

It turns out that siege tanks can also be transformed into tractors!

Abandon the heavy protective shell, use full crawler tracks, add cutting saws and powered mechanical arms, and then equip them with buckets and crushing rollers.

The gnomes and dwarves completed the modification of the experimental prototype in just two days.

Silly, big, black and thick is its motto, and explanation and patience is its epitaph.

Although the prototype only lasted twelve hours of testing on the frozen soil of the snowy mountains of Dun Morogh before its engine exploded and died, this experimental accident not only did not cause frustration among the staff, but instead received unanimous praise.

"The explosion of the engine indicates a lack of power. There are too many components that can be deployed separately. This is a genius idea. Abandoning the thick protective layer, these siege tanks can be installed with more specialized mechanical components. Your Majesty Carlos, we will give the naming rights

Given to you, it’s up to you to decide the names of these big guys.”

Death 3000?

Dongfeng 200?

59 going down the mountain?

Carlos suddenly felt very embarrassed.

Finally, a name that shines with the brilliance of humanity emerged in Carlos's mind.

It is the highest masterpiece of multi-layered and steamy work, and it is the ultimate romance of a pure man.

"Just call him [Gantank]."

It takes time to deploy troops and supplies. As the temperature rises, the Palatine Bay, which has been silent for a winter, is filled with ships again. Carlos has been a guest in Ironforge for half a month, and there are still three more days in Lordaeron.

Thousands of soldiers were waiting to sail to the port of Menethil.

There is no need to rush, and there is no point in rushing. Experienced generals will naturally handle the problem of gathering soldiers, and the most taboo thing about airborne command is blind arrogance and taking things for granted.

Before meeting Turalyon, Carlos didn't want to think too much about the war at the Dark Portal. The more he thought about it, the more psychological implications he would have, and the more mistakes and paranoia he would have.

Therefore, during this period of time, apart from inspecting the campsite and urging the soldiers to adapt to the environment, Carlos did not issue any operational instructions for the mission at all.

Originally, Carlos also mentioned to Magni whether more troops needed to be deployed to encircle and suppress the orcs who had fled into the mountains.

However, Magni simply rejected Carlos's kindness.

No need, because it is not cost-effective. Letting the severe cold in Dun Morogh freeze the orcs to death is the best solution. Just maintain military pressure and force the orcs to flee in a hurry and live in nowhere. Investing more manpower and material resources may not have the effect.

Good now.

Realizing that he had taken things for granted, Carlos decisively corrected his mentality and began to eat, drink and have fun, and studied dwarf engineering with Mektor. During this period, Magni Bronzebeard often missed work in the name of accompanying the King of Alterac.

Three men of different races happily spent a happy time in which pure men never looked back to see the explosion.

Those engineering equipment became big toys for the three old boys of Warcraft.

Until the arrival of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The eradication of the warlocks has basically come to an end. Those who really danced for joy have fallen under the hammer of justice. The invasion of demons has been suppressed on the surface, and the few warlocks who escaped have all disappeared.

In the city.

The paladins and mages jointly suppressed the rioting warlocks and achieved significant initial results. The rest of the propaganda work to prevent the slightest change was left to the governments of various countries and Dalaran. Alonsos. Fao gave an order, and the paladins

Freed from the work of judging heretics, he is ready to devote himself wholeheartedly to the just cause of smashing the heads of orcs.

The unforgettable hatred makes this group of paladins have a very determined attitude towards the orcs, that is, only dead orcs are truly good orcs. The more powerful the paladins are, the deeper their hatred towards the orcs becomes.

This is not normal.

What is the agreed moral standard for mankind?

Where is the conscience of the alliance promised?

Chromie wandered into Ironforge's food street and became confused about what he had discovered. He fell into the abyss of thinking about how to ride a horse.

The Knights of the Silver Hand's march south also brought a touching story, that is, the reunion of the three Bronzebeard brothers.

After receiving more than half a year of paladin transformation training, Muradin Bronzebeard happily announced that he could not feel the so-called source of holy light and gave up his plan to transform into a paladin. However, Muradin's six months were not in vain.

, in the competition between many powerful paladins who returned home, the King of the Hill finally mastered the Storm Hammer. He practiced flying hammer away with one hand and hit you with perfect accuracy. This time, Muradin returned home, Brian

They just finished an inspection project and were resting in Ironforge. The three brothers, who had not gathered together for decades, had another excuse to bypass the prohibition on alcohol and have fun.

While the human dwarves were having a family, Chromie was thinking about whether to meet Turalyon.

Because Chromie wasn't sure Turalyon would make the "right" choice.

"Snacks and shortbread are the best sellers. Do you want some?"

Chromie, who transformed into a dwarf, met another energetic little dwarf. This little guy selling snacks stared at Chromie with his big round eyes and smiled silly. He hung on the stall in front of him, freshly baked.

The snacks exude an attractive aroma.

Forget it, I'm just an observer now anyway, why bother spending so much effort.

"I want this, this, and this, plus a strawberry juice."
Chapter completed!