Chapter 384: Gnomeregan

　　 Then Gelbin noticed Therma Prager’s hand, the gilded iron hand—he
　　 Therma Prager raised that hand and clenched it into a fist-a crazy and sinister smile appeared on his face again.
　　 Gelbin's good friend disappeared.
"Very well, your meaningless weakness is the reason why I decided to replace you. The real mission of the dwarf is to use our invincible weapons to dominate this big six, not to sell them to those low-powered allies-that It's what the goblin did!" Therma Prager began to hypnotize himself, "Your conservativeness prevents us from having enough voice in this land. Our dwarf is not a dwarf who can only hide behind the so-called allies, cowering. Race, we also have to fight for dominance in this world!"
　　 "I advise you one last time, give up!" The master craftsman shook his head, "If you say it, Loya is doing very well."
　　 "Roya? That funny dwarf light? He stretched out the steps of exploration cringly, and then fell behind every step-when this continues, when will the dwarf really rise?!"
"You never really understood it, did you? Rise is not only our own strength, but also our mutual loyalty to our friends. These give us the strongest and most sincere power. Otherwise, we and the ogres and the stone palate Weird—even different from goblins."
　　 The engineer hissed again.
　　 This time, Gelbin was sure that the voice came from Cisco's deformed mouth.
　　 Therma Prager took a big step forward.
　　 "It's useless to say more, now, die!"
　　 Therma Prager stopped in front of the master craftsman, shook his head, raised a hand, and made a wave of goodbye.
Afterwards, Thermaplugg made a creaking noise in his iron hand, turned around in a circle, and retracted the wrist of the battle suit—then Thermaplugg smiled mockingly and put that arm Reach forward.
　　 With another roar of steam, a sharp blade protruded from the wrist, and the cold blade radiated a dazzling red light from the heat of the steam.
　　Gelbin was forced to take a step back, and he staggered on the bearing, feeling the sting of pressing on his back. There was still a wrench in his belt, Gelbin took it out, and cleanly blocked Cisco's blade.
　　 This drew another ridicule.
　　 "Oh-my dear, looking down from here, your actions are really cute. This is how the dwarves teach you to fight?"
　　 "No," Gelbin turned the wrench with his fingers, "This is how dwarves fight. Be careful with your head."
　　 "Hard mouth!" Therma Prager snorted coldly, activated the ejection program, and shot the sharp blade out.
　　 Don't look at Gelbin's extremely old age, but his skills are still agile. He rolled dexterously, avoiding the flying blade.
The blade carried huge kinetic energy and smashed into the pile of debris behind Gelbin. It seemed that there was a problem with Therma Prager’s calculations. The energy supply on the blade was not cut off. It was still in the pile of debris. Rotate on the bar holder.
　　 Gelbin turned around, and unscrewed the hook that held the strip-the hook is supported by the frame below and used to fix the strip to the bearing.
　　 With a choke, the liberated bar volleyed out of the bearing with an extremely sharp blade. The long-depressed energy was completely released in an instant, and a sharp steel arc flashed across the room.
　　 Gelbin felt a powerful force cut from the top of his head, and then...
　　 no response
　　 Finally, the three newly grown heads on top of Gelbin's head drifted slowly in front of him, and the range of the Mediterranean Sea was a little larger.
　　 Then, the power armor of Cisco Therma Prager that was split in two.
　　 With a burst of steam, the upper part of the mecha slipped down, fell to the ground, and rolled to Gelbin's heel.
　　 Therma Prager faced the sky on his back, swallowed, and blinked constantly.
　　 Until this time, Thermaplugg still couldn't believe it. Gelbin used his blade to defeat himself with the most basic ejection equipment of dwarf engineering.
　　 Then, the piercing pain finally hit.
　　 Therma Prager found that his left leg had also left his body.
　　 "I am arresting you in the name of the Council of Craftsmen, Cisco Therma Prager-for conspiracy to treason. If nothing else, you will spend all your life in prison."
　　 Therma Prager looked slumped, not knowing whether it was because he realized where his failure was or why he made such a choice.
　　 But unfortunately, no one cares anymore.
　　…………
　　 The reconstruction of Gnomeregan has begun.
　　 With the help of the dwarves, the stone palate monster was cleaned up. After the power supply was restored, the stone palate monsters scattered throughout Gnomeregan became turtles in the urn, and it was easy to clean up.
　　 A large number of leprosy gnomes have been arrested. The next research project of the great craftsman Gelbin has been determined-how to anti-radiate the leprosy gnomes and restore these poor people to normal.
Although this time Gnomeregan's rebellion was deceived by Saratas, and preparations were relatively inadequate, Gnomeregan did not suffer devastating damage, but there is no doubt that ~EbookFREE.me~ a short time dwarf We can only camp outside Gnomeregan and wait for the completion of the reconstruction work.
　　 Then, the busy Gelbin received a letter from Loya.
　　 After learning that the orcs might be the killers of everything, the master craftsman decisively put down all the tasks in his hands and came to Orgrimmar.
　　 I arrived with Gelbin, and Brian Bronzebeard.
　　 Brian, who was doing excavation in Uldaman, found some strange connections-about a mysterious existence and an orc.
　　At this time, the great explorer began to wonder if the orcs had mastered any peculiar power.
You know, the most likely conflict between the Alliance and the Horde is the Wetland and Dun Morogh. Although Brian is cheap and talkative, he really loves his hometown and Ironforge. For this reason, He temporarily put aside his favorite adventure career and came to the negotiating table.
　　 Finally, Shulu and Saratas also realized that they seemed to be exposed, and the orcs began to consciously converge. After all, the remains of an ancient cannot see the light.
　　 But this way, the tribe quickly fell into a disadvantage during the negotiation.
　　 Shulu seemed to have lost his aura, and the skeptical alliance began to press on every step of the way—seeing the tribe, he was about to take a provocative statement!
　　 Finally, a new message came, and the tribe was relieved.
　　 Thrall and Zandalar reached a preliminary agreement.