'Behemoth' spewed a terrifying cloud of black smoke before stopping abruptly.

Loria coughed and jumped off the massive body, her head hitting the turret, and she couldn't save herself from the sudden braking, let alone the two elves who had been thrown far away and fell to the ground motionless.

"Sorry" The hatch was pushed open, and a blue-eyed dwarf staggered out of the cabin, "It's going too fast for the engine to hold." ”

Loria pursed her lips and didn't speak, after all, this steel behemoth, which was far several times the size of ordinary steam tanks, was one of the experimental aids of Ironforge's good friends, the fortress tank, the behemoth 'Behemoth'.

What if they hit their heads, what if they stuff six boilers in, even if this thing can only block the door.

It's free anyway.

It also comes with a whole set of matching mortar squad equipment.

This was her latest agreement with King Magni, with Ironforge providing several experimental weapons and the Crusaders needing to provide all the facilities (including but not limited to manpower and supplies) to support the dwarven engineers' experimental construction and combat testing efforts.

Loria had read the project plans carefully, and she was sure that these projects were all fancy fantasies, and she was interested in interests beyond the terms...... For example, a large group of skilled dwarven technicians and craftsmen who assisted them in their work would make a qualitative leap in the engineering and military level of the Crusaders, or the literal endorsement of her credibility by Ironforge...... Coalitions aside, even the tribes have to think a little about the consequences of blatantly attacking the dwarves.

These were the real weapons to defend Stratholme and the rest of the Crusaders.

"Please don't say that...... Captain "Loria really can't remember the name of the dwarven officer, anyway, it's nothing more than the Hammer Furnace Mine Wine series, it seems to be very distinctive, but after the number of dwarves you meet increases, you can't help but confuse their names...... Loria looked a little embarrassed in the direction she came, she couldn't see the dwarven supply team at all, how much alcohol did this guy have to drink to drive the tank so fast, "Thank you very much for picking us up on the way, if you don't mind, we'll have to hurry up." ”

"Go, pink-haired girl, and leave me and the slow goats alone. ”

The dwarven captain shook the bottle and said goodbye to Loria.

……

An Linse stood on the hillock near the sea without saying a word, her expression solemn, her brow had never been stretched since she took office, the fog surrounding the island was thinning day by day, and when the weather was good, she could even vaguely see the sea in the distance, and even now, she could see the simple fishing boats floating in the near sea.

Most people are happy, seeing the dissipation of the fog as another blessing of nature, the land discovered by the Steinbled people now belongs to Steinbred, they have a country, and even a legitimate queen, the island is rich in produce, and it is easy to live a prosperous life, the portal to the snowy man has migrated here, exotic specialties continue to arrive on the island, and now a delicious seafood or two can be added to the sumptuous table, and people are naturally satisfied with their current life.

But uneasiness always hung over An Linse's brow, and the fog was the best defense of the archipelago, once they were truly gone...... She couldn't imagine that she could see Orgrimmar or other tribal territory from here, and even if it was close to the Alliance's sphere of influence, who could guarantee that they wouldn't salivate over a huge treasure guarded by only a few dozen people.

The setting sun stretched the shadow of the scaffolding, and the construction of the makeshift harbor and dockyard showed no sign of stopping, and vats of ale were piled up around them, and the dwarven craftsmen filled themselves with wine from time to time, and crawled drunkenly into the vast steel work.

As the Governor of the Islands, she didn't want to reveal the secrets of this place to anyone else, but a secret will always be revealed, so instead of being unprepared when the fog clears, it is better to use the power of the dwarves to arm herself as much as possible.

The sea monster 'Leviathan', the sea monster, was the only thing she understood from the thick plan, she didn't understand engineering, let alone shipbuilding, but such a huge project obviously could not be completed in a few months...... Angelinse had her own selfish intentions, she never expected the dwarves' whims to work, she cared about their shipbuilding skills and amazing firearms...... There are now several factions in the Crusaders, the officer corps that controls the main force of the Crusaders, the weakened but still existential old aristocracy, the Valley of the Hearth, the Snowman Colony, and here, the Silverwind Islands, everyone else seems to be not interested in the dwarven 'aid', thinking that it is a burden, but she went to Stratholme to win this 'shipbuilding' project herself.

She had established a simple but effective system of officials, which she now used to build and manage the islands by bribing them to drown the dwarves with endless wine if they didn't love gold.

Dirty, but effective.

The drunken Ironforge craftsmen didn't seem to care about revealing how to build small sail frigates, and even occasionally instructed humans, and as for muskets and artillery, they were only amazed at why the Crusaders showed a fanatical interest in what was within their reach.

Miss Governor did not know much about military affairs, but she also knew that a reliable artillery piece at sea would work much better than a seasoned warrior.

Of course, the premise is reliable.

She frowned and looked at the hills in the distance, the highest point in the center of the South Island, where she had planned to build a landmark to enhance the beauty of the future city, but now it was a mess...... One dwarf project is good, two are pure burdens, especially the most useless.

The strategic-level cannon, the king of the sky, 'Sitz', feels weak when you hear the name, and it is not as majestic as the other two!

She seemed to be able to hear the shrill shouts of the 'commissioner', how could she never think she was so annoying before? Pink Fur just threw the burden on her, and gave her an inexplicable title, what did she do? Now it's okay, she has robbed most of the manpower and materials that were already nervous, does she have the brains? What kind of cannon to repair at such a critical time? The drunken dwarves have already revealed that the so-called Sitz was originally a number, and it is not even an experimental plan, just because His Majesty Magni thinks that three is a lucky number...... Not to mention that it uses the unreliable Nomorigen technology, do you know what happened to the last city that used Nomorigen technology?

Damn Alice.