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"I just activated the power core. ”

"Fenrir!" Benny shouted, turning his head.

"Sir!" the dwarf pilot saluted, tilting his head against his chest.

"You can continue your test flight mission. Benny said with a smile. "But be careful, don't turn the energy on too much, you are only allowed to drive it halfway up at most, and besides, the flight time is five minutes, you just need to make sure it can fly into the sky! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The gnome quickly moved the ladder and burrowed into the hood, and Beneyang raised his hand and stepped back with Fordin and Gavinrad.

The dwarf pilot looked at himself, and a layer of golden holy light suddenly floated on his body, and he didn't think much about it, because it must have been done by the Great Lord.

Pulling up the joystick, the propeller slowly returned to its original position, and the energy rod was pushed forward, and the humming sound gradually became louder.

"Your Excellency, what's that?!" the propeller hummed louder and louder, and Findel had to speak.

"That's a feature of energy gathering!" Benny replied in a loud voice.

The huge flying machine gradually broke free from the shackles of gravity.

"Fly!" Findel's eyes widened, incredulous, how does it power it without a power source? The Naru Crystal can only store holy light and enhance the transmission of holy light, it does not have energy itself like magic crystals!

Benny watched as the aircraft flew higher and higher, and turned to look at the crowd.

"That's where you go wrong. Benny's right hand lit up with a holy light. "The Light is fully capable of being used as a power source. ”

"But not everyone has such ------ unique Light skills as you, Your Excellency. "Andron certainly knows how special Benny is, Naru is a race with a long history, and in their long history, there is no being who can use the Light as much as Benny wants. Even in the eyes of the Prophet, his skill of the Light was unique.

"This is the Holy Light Rune I learned from His Excellency the Prophet, Andern Technician. Benny gestured to the flying machine in the sky that had begun to fly forward. "With the Naru Mark as the core, it depicts the magic circle formed by the Holy Light Rune of Summoning, Stabilizing, and Transmit------ting, which is really simpler than the magic circle of the 'HL----A Type Musket' we developed! ”

Andren stayed in place, silent for a long time.

"I said, you're doing a great job, you're doing a great job!" Benny looked at the crowd. "But you let the old technology limit the thinking, I remember the master craftsman of Mecatok said-----imagination is the power of technology!"

"You can't limit your vision to what you are familiar with, gnomes shouldn't just look at engineering, elves can't just look at arcane, you have combined arcane and engineering, so why can't the Light? We all know very well that the Light is the most ideal energy, it is much milder than the Arcane! it is clean, it does not adversely affect the world, and it is safer!

"You just think that the Light is uncontrollable, and this impression of the Light is ingrained in your minds, so you have not even considered that the Light can be used in this way, not even the Draenei who are closest to the essence of the Light!

"But wasn't the original intention of our Racial Joint Research Department to combine the technology of all races? Isn't HL---Type A Holy Light a good place to start? We must not let it be the end for us!"

"We now have gnomes, dwarves, elves, draenei, and humans joining us, and we're combining our strengths to create powerful weapons that we never dared to think of before, but are we going to stop there?"

Benny looked around at the crowd and pointed to the flying machines in the sky.

"Of course not, I want to tell you that this flying machine is just our first step!!"

"We will unite more races to fight the Burning Legion! We will absorb the technological essence of all races! We will continue to create more powerful weapons, so that our warriors can fight the Burning Legion not only by physical strength!"

"Our weapons will get stronger! Our warriors will get stronger! Our world will -----," Benny paused. "It will also grow stronger, remember that you, and our endless warriors, are the foundation of our fight against the Burning Legion!You must not stop until we defeat ------ Burning Legion!!"

The crowd fell into deep thought, and Benny looked up as the flying machine in the sky was suddenly wrapped in a golden glow, a manifestation of energy as it rapidly gathered from the air towards the power core.

"Feather of Light----" Fordin muttered as he looked at the sky.

"Nice name!" Benny smiled, looking at Findel behind him. "This flying machine is named the Feather of Light ----Type A!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!" the dwarf technician bowed his head deeply.

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Meanwhile, the hills of Hillsbrad, the 'ruins' of Dalaran.

"Why?!" Khadgar stood up, his brow furrowed, and he stared at Ansrem----- a middle-aged mage with brown hair.

"We must be more cautious, Master Cadda. "Ansrem has enough respect for the 'hero' who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he won't budge on the question of Dalaran.

"I don't understand what you're worried about, Councilor Ansleem!" Khadgar looked at the other archmage beside the middle-aged mage, a ----- Ronin with orange-red hair like flames.

"What do you say, Ronin?" Khadgar asked, rumored to be on his way to becoming the head of the Kenrito Council!

"It's not time for us to be in front of the world, Master Khadgar!" Ronin and Ansrem looked at each other. "We must focus on rebuilding Dalaran!"

"Does this conflict with my proposal?" Khadgar's brow furrowed even deeper. "The Dawn Light is more than capable of helping you rebuild Dalaran faster!"

"Nothing is faster than magic, Master Khadgar. Ansrem retorted. "And we don't yet know if Dawn Light can be trusted. ”

Khadgar slowly stood up and took off his cloak, pointing to his mage robes with a serious expression.

"I'm also a member of the Dawn Light!"

The new blue mage robes are depicted with the sigil of Naru on the edge of a golden filigree, which is filled with the lilac of arcane, as if it represents the fusion of holy light and arcane.

"And you, ma'am!" Khadgar turned to the silver-haired elf beside Ronin. "Your sister, the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, Lady Sylvanas Windranger!, is also a member of the Dawn Light------ and even your home country, Quel'Thalas, is in a sense a member of the Dawn Light!!"

"What did you say?!" the silver-haired female elf slammed to her feet. "Isn't the ----- of Quel'Salas already destroyed?!"

"Has Dalaran been shut up to such an extent?" Khadgar was incredulous, they were mages, omnipotent arcane users, snoopers of truth!

"Quel'Thalas has reclaimed the land since the undead invaded half a year ago, and it is no different now than it was before the undead invaded!"

"But that's not the news that Gathiris has sent us!" Ronin frowned and pulled his wife, and the silver-haired elf slowly sat back in his seat.

"Gatherys?!" Khadgar was stunned, he somewhat understood. "Have you had -----any direct contact with him? I mean, Gathris. ”

"Nope. Ronin shook his head. "He's just been passing on news of Lordaeron to us, he's pretty much the only source of news for us----- most of the survivors haven't been far away since the destruction of Dalaran, and we've hidden ourselves to prevent the demons from discovering us again, so the news is very closed. Until a few weeks ago, Archmage Ansrem gathered the survivors of Dalaran and decided to rebuild Dalaran!"

"I wonder how he described 'Dawn Light' to you?" Khadgar's expression calmed. "A traitor who stole Lordaeron while the undead invaded, a butcher like Arthas?"

Ansrem and Ronin looked at each other and did not speak.

"That's just a dead idiot!" Khadgar snorted disdainfully. "You should see the world for yourselves!

"I agree!" Wen Resa slowly stood up. "I must go back to Quel'Thalas!"

"Wen Leisa!" Ronin frowned, looking at his wife.

"Running away won't solve the problem, Ronin!" Wen Resa looked at her husband, her eyes flickering. "From the very beginning, I didn't agree with you sealing Dalaran with an enchantment! it doesn't mean anything at all except to close yourself------ the former Dalaran has a more powerful enchantment than this, but he is still vulnerable to demons and the undead!"

Luo Ning frowned, his face changed, and after a moment, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Well, I'll go to Stratholme and meet that 'Benedict Smith' in person------ I'll judge for myself if he's trustworthy!"

"I forgot to tell you. Khadgar looked at Ronin, and then at Wenresa. "Benedict Smith and Sylvanas Windrunner ----- lovers! I mean----- just like you!" )