The boy whispered hello to Loria with a little nervousness, and then stared at Gerbin's hands.

It's a pity that his work fell apart in less than half a minute in Gerby's hands, and neither Gerbin nor Loria saw the usefulness of this 'device'.

"If you turn the clockwork, you can probably clock ......," the boy scratched his head and giggled in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, master craftsman." ”

"It's okay, kid, everyone has their own path. Gerbin carefully placed the pile of parts, goggles obscuring half of his face, making his expression unclear, but his voice was gentle, "You're going to find your way too." ”

The kid nodded, a little discouraged, but not too disappointed, perhaps he wasn't interested in engineering in the first place.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

He asked Gerbin politely.

"I don't know much more about the combat profession than you do, and you might be able to hear what my old friend has to say. ”

"So...... This young lady ......"

Without even thinking about it, she said, "Go after the Holy Light, boy, you will definitely gain something." ”

The boy paused for a moment, then looked at her thoughtfully, and before long he took his leave with a brisk smile.

"It's ......"

"I guess this is the nobles of Stormwind, and it's very special, maybe it's the legendary prince, otherwise who else would let the master craftsman Micator waste his time teaching him?" After the boy left, Loria looked at the human warriors in the distance who were leaving one by one, and answered Gerbin's doubts, "I guess he's already met Magni, and besides, his thin physique isn't suitable for close combat, though his guardian must want him to be a warrior...... Such a man could not be a thief or a warlock, and he had not much left to do. ”

"Makes sense. Gerbin nodded, not denying Loria's speculation, "Then why is it a priest and not a mage?"

"Meng's. ”

“…… Let's go, Loria, I'm going to invite you to my house and sit. ”

Gerbin's home is in a tunnel not far below the subway, and through a hidden door, you can see a number of Nomereggan-style cottages, mostly of the gnomes who made their living at Ironforge, and his home is still full of drawings and models, no different from what it has been for more than a hundred years.

As for how chaotic it can be in the solitary gambit, she had seen it for a long time, and carefully found a small open space to sit on, and she took the missing teacup handed by Gerbin—if it were a human, it would be ashamed that the tea set for entertaining guests was so terrible, but the dwarf was quite indifferent to that.

They carefully avoided the topic of war and their respective responsibilities, and only blindly reminisced about the past, occasionally laughing, and more often just letting the memories overflow.

For the city that we have lived together but can never go back to.

The conversation went on smoothly at times, and at other times fell into a brief silence that was not awkward, until the bell struck six times.

Declining Gerbin's invitation to sample the dwarf specialties, Loria left the tunnel, and the train from Stormwind rang the station bell, and for a moment, she wanted to hop on the subway back to see where she grew up, but quickly dismissed the idea of fooling around.

She wasn't welcome in Stormwind, and she had unfinished business here.

The matter of meeting Miss Prut Camelot will be left for later.

There were a little more pedestrians on the road, hungover dwarves walked leisurely, aimlessly, and the unsettled fortress of Ironforge had not been tested for war for hundreds of years, and even the once formidable old tribes had sensibly avoided it.

No one wants to physically challenge countless dwarven war machines, the strongest fortress in the world, and the warlord Magni Copperbeard and his bravest fighters.

The dwarves are lucky to have such a capital and such a king, and Loria's mind wanders to a strange place, if Lordaeron is as impregnable as Ironforge, will it perish with its country?

Unfortunately, there was no way she could replicate an Ironforge elsewhere...... Even the dwarves themselves can't do it.

A passing ranger nodded to her, and after that, she saw Kana looking around, rushing to her side as soon as she spotted her.

"Where have you been, I can't find you anywhere. ”

Kana still had a comb in her hand, apparently having just woken up and ran out of the inn, and as she spoke, she began to arrange Loria's unkempt hair.

It's a shame, she looks like a child who can't take care of herself.

"How can you run around, it's dangerous. ”

"I don't feel like I need anyone's protection. Loria slapped Kana's hand at her collar and rolled her eyes widely, she was a great magician who feared no danger or challenge, and the most vicious enemies could not make her even fearful.

Kana pursed her lips, thinking to herself that she didn't know who had to be supported by someone to get dressed half a month ago, her brain is a good thing, she happens to have one, she won't challenge the majesty of Her Royal Highness the princess in person, the public, if you blow up the hair, everyone is not good-looking, well, girls of this age are difficult to serve.

But she also has her own insistence, you see that bunch of pink hair is up again, if you don't comb it until it is obedient, she will never stop.

However, Loria refused to comb her hair on the street.

They glared at each other until a dwarven guard hurried towards them on his short legs, a scene that no one would be familiar with, and who would have seen a dwarf trotting towards him several times in his life?

"Miss Mograini. The guard shouted, "Please come with me, His Majesty is waiting for you." ”

Loria glared at Kana again, she followed the guards, and her heart kept slandering, it was only a day, and old Magni didn't regret it, and didn't want to help her reforge the Ashes Bringer?

How can this work? Even if it is old, what about the warranty and replacement of the dwarf products that are said to be good? Even Taobei, which makes low-end equipment, has no reason to return it for seven days!

She followed the trotting guard with a brisk pace, long legs always had a good point, and she wondered if the guard did not take her to the melting pot, but led her through the small door on the side of the king's hall, and through the winding passages, the air became hotter and hotter, and the guard left at some point, and she came to the entrance of a small hall, the huge forge had not yet been extinguished, and Magni was motionless with his back to her.

"I made a mistake. After a while, the old king choked a sentence, "They need something special to activate before they cool down." ”

"What?

"What a joke, blood only corrodes weapons. ”

"What's that? precious metal?"

"Still, they're one ......step away from the artifact," Magni sighed deeply, frustrated as he turned to face Loria, his beard looking whiter, "The split crystal isn't stable enough, I need to forge the magic of the two fools who broke it...... No way. ”

"Huh?"

Miss Pinkhair, she might seem to be able to provide stupid magic.