On the other side, on the eastern continent, in the area of Kul Tiras McKagon.

People only know how to cherish what they have lost. At this moment, the master craftsman Owersback realized this very deeply, and if it was the same as before, he would never have been able to accept this kind of hard metal bed with no enjoyment at all. With the status of a master craftsman, even as a dwarf exile, he has a very favorable treatment among the dwarven allies of Ironforge.

In Ironforge, Owosbuck should sleep in the soft, warm bedding and comfortable bed made of the fur of the Danmoro snow bear and snow leopard......

Now, Owerthback just wanted to sleep on a slightly softer bed to treat his body to find the coordinates of McCargon, but the fact was that in this mechanical ruins, the expedition team could only rely on the hard metal bed as it is now, and at most there was a cushion full of weeds and rotten leaves, and although the cover was taken out of the space backpack, it was still clean, but it could still smell a bad smell that had not been washed for several days.

This kind of thing, in the past, was the high-flying master craftsman, and Owersback didn't even look at it with a straight eye, but now...... The waves not far away crashed against the sandy sand, so soft that it was like a nursery rhyme, and he was able to lie down on this hard metal bed and enjoy this rare moment of peace and relief.

This small island has been circled several times by the expedition team with flying machines, but they still have not been able to find any information about the whereabouts of the kingdom of McAgon other than this ruin, is it really as the human general said, what kind of stance device did the kingdom of McAgon use to hide the city? Or did it hide underground or even be buried directly under the raging flood after the explosion of the Well of Eternity?

With this thought, Owerthbuck, dizzy and aching, fell asleep. The whole expedition was like an old ox ploughing the fields for 20 hours a day, and during the four hours of rest, it was like dying at all, and he couldn't wake up.

Including Owersbuck's disciples, Jira Jiaolin also became drowsy, she was the most alert dwarf along the way, and she volunteered to hold on to the middle of the night with her tired body.

"Click, click, click......" The sound of a very rhythmic hard object colliding slightly with the ground is heard.

“...... That's...... What the...... East ...... "Gila didn't get a positive response, and eventually her eyelids closed, and in her vague consciousness she was retained in her vision by the feet of a mechanical creature, like a mechanical chocobo used by gnomes to walk......

When he woke up, Owarthback found that he was no longer in the makeshift camp near the beach, and he didn't have any companions with him, and when he calmed down, he found himself alone in a metal room with white lighting, but the decoration in the room was a little seeping, and he couldn't read the fur of many creatures, and fresh blood stains could be seen on those furs, which had obviously only been plucked off for a short time, but the skinning technique was very poor, not only did it hurt the fur, but some of it was completely mutilated, and even the flesh and blood were not properly handled......

Owarthbuck turned his gaze to the corner and near the doorway, and he also found a specimen made from the corpse of a stone palatin, well, to be exact, probably a living corpse, in a similar transparent freezer, constantly spewing cold air to keep it fresh.

Curious enough to take in his surroundings, Owarthback got up from the uncomfortable blood-smelling fur bed, and walked over to the freezer tanks to take a closer look, confirming that the stone palatins were indeed dead, and that their chests had been pierced by high-powered cluster weapons. This lethal attack pierced through the stone palatin's strong bodies, so much so that their faces still retained the fierce look they had before they died.

“...... So, this cryotherapy must have been loaded with this thing at the same time as the kill?" Owarthback's interest as a technician was piqued, and he muttered to himself, "It's very difficult to operate! Theoretically, such an operation must be ...... first."

For the next 10 minutes, Owerthback analyzed and discussed several technical possibilities for how to effectively encapsulate a dying **, and then he got a desperate answer: "Damn! Nomerregan's technical level is not at this point, how the hell is this?"

"Bang bang!" came from the corners of the room with a crisp and penetrating eerie applause.

"Who?" Even if Owersback was obsessed with new technology, he was attracted by the sudden applause.

"It's a wonderful inference, flesh and blood dwarf, I didn't expect you to have such a talent when you have declined, it really makes me feel very gratified. ”

"Huh, flesh and blood gnomes......" Owersbuck keenly grasped the guy who still wouldn't show up and was only talking through some kind of microphone, and there was such a key word in his words.

"Hmph, it seems that you understand what the flesh curse is all about, and you don't have to explain it to me. While that doesn't affect my language system, my mind communication module wastes 0.15% of my energy unnecessarily, and it's shameful, flesh and blood. ”

“...... That、Then you ...... I, I'm in McCargon, I'm in McAgon now?" Owersback understood, and though he couldn't understand every word of the other party, he still danced excitedly, "Oh my God! I found it! I found McCargon! I found the great Ancient Machine Kingdom!"

It seemed that the man on the other side of the microphone was pleased with Owersback's reaction, and his voice became much lighter, "Welcome to McCargon, Traveler." I am Prince Elazmin, and I hope that the gift of flesh and blood we have for you will make you feel dear. ”

"Well, thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness the Prince, but the gift you said ......"

"Oh, they're just some books we just looked up and learned you like soft stuff, so we went hunting some temporarily. ”

"......" Owersbuck didn't say a word for a long time, his finger pointed to the mutilated and blood-smelling fur on the bed and the wall, and finally put his hand on the freezer, and said tremblingly, "The gift of flesh and blood you mean, that's these, these and these?"

"Well, yes, that's right. It's been so long since I've interacted with anyone other than a mechanical gnome and I've forgotten how to receive a traveler, I'm sorry, but I hope this little gift will make you feel kind. ”

Owersback's small body exaggerated forehead, he suddenly felt that McCargon seemed to be losing some common sense here, maybe this was due to the fact that the mechanical gnomes really didn't understand the common sense of the flesh race, but he still felt that this kind of asymmetry of values would affect his mission?

It is not yet known.

"Anyway, Your Highness the Prince, can you let us meet first, and then you will show me a good tour of McCagon?"

"Oh, you're right, traveler. Then please wait for me for 10 or 9 minutes and 13 seconds, and then I'll take the clutch to the flight tower in Zone D and use the R-21/X air unit to pass the ......" and lowered a projector on top of Owarsbuck's room, and started playing something on a clean wall, "Then please watch the documentary we made to pass the time, I'll be there in ...... soon"

Prince Erazmin's voice was gone, replaced by a brilliant and delicate image that even Owersback was drawn to, a series of historically reconstructed documentaries about the circumstances of the kingdom of McAgon after the explosion of the Well of Eternity

"After an unknown number of years, the glory of the Night Elves is gone, and in the unknown future, we Titans will travel alone on this empty and dead planet...... The parched seabed, the gray sky, the ruins, the overheated engines, the ashes falling from the sky like snowflakes in a silent world where no one makes a sound except mechanical vehicles, is the sigh of a great civilization that was once great, an elegy for the gnomes who have changed in the curse of flesh and blood, the only beautiful poem of a civilization that has vanished......"

"What a good opening statement...... Although Owerthback is not as crazy and obsessed with excavating history as the dwarves of the Ironforge Explorers' Guild, he is still inextricably attracted to the immersive text and audio in front of him.

The less than 10-minute documentary tells how McCargon, a mechanical gnome, escaped the flood caused by the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and how they mechanized again and developed the glittering underground kingdom after the change of the Flesh Curse.

In this documentary, Owersback discovers that there are still many flesh and blood gnomes in the kingdom of McAgon, who are like beggars, hooligans, thieves, and other shady beings in the slums of every city, and are concentrated in a very small area of the city. Although there were only a few shots, Owerthback learned that in this kingdom, the higher the status of the gnomes, the more qualified they were to replace their flesh-and-blood body parts with machinery, and the more mechanical parts a dwarf had on his body, the higher his status.

"It's a funny thing, but ...... Mechanization doesn't seem to be easy to share with outsiders. Owersback was starting to get a little uneasy, and he didn't know how much this new technology would help the gnomes and the alliance of Nomorigan. He remembered the human general's greedy eyes for technology when he described the blueprint for the future to him, and he was afraid that McCargon's party was not as simple as he imagined.

"General Edlan...... Is it true that the future of Azeroth can only be supported by mechanical technology?"

......

Meanwhile, in Stormwind, the largest city in the south of the Eastern Continent.

Kalia Minehir was melancholy. Being in the most stable, prosperous, and powerful capital of all human nations, Kalia didn't feel anything to put her at ease. Since she became the heir and spiritual leader of the kingdom of Lordaeron, she has been surrounded by unseen hostilities, intrigues, and calculations instead of the boring and carefree court life.

There were too many negative emotions that made the young eldest princess feel physically and mentally exhausted, and there was no old and generous figure sitting on the throne in front of her to shield her from the wind and rain, nor the soothing but loving figure by her side to soothe her soul. For Lordaeron's remnants, the country is ruined, but for Kalia, she has to endure the loneliness of her family's death, and this loneliness cannot be told to anyone, nor can she show it, she must show her strength, and can only bear everything silently by herself.

This became more and more evident to Kalia when she saw the king, who was as old as her brother and had become emaciated and drunk by the death of his beloved wife. In the same way, it was only with Varian that she would be able to relax briefly, and unlike the feeling of dependence on a loyal minister like Tirio, it was more like an equal relationship with her brother and her friend, which made Kalia very comfortable.

"Varian, why are you drinking again?"

A small garden in Stormwind Fortress, Varian's favorite place to spend time outside of his room, and a habit that Kalia has developed since coming to Stormwind Kingdom. For some reason, Varian always wanted to hear about this after getting drunk every day

After the princess of another country who is like a sister chatters about him, it reminds him of his mother and father nagging him when he was a child.

"It's okay, this little wine doesn't bother me. ”

If Kalia was fine, she would come here for an hour every day, of course, not alone, and surrounded by the "royal guards" arranged by the "kind" countess, which made those gossips not come out of the mouths of these "loyal" "royal guards". But originally, the two of them didn't do anything unseemly.

"You say that again, what will little Anduin think when he hears it?" After so much time together, Kalia also slowly figured out the weakness of this oily and salty Varian, that is, his son Anduin Ureon, whom he loved the most and felt most indebted.

Sure enough, Varian stopped pouring his glass, and he placed it on the table.

"Well, you win, Sister Kalia. Varian lifted his vicissitudes of life and melancholy face, and reached out from under the table to take Kalia's hand, and asked, "Then tell me about the Alliance Expeditionary Force that is being spread everywhere?"

Although it wasn't the first time, Kalia blushed slightly and shook Varian's large, rough hands, and then a faint light passed through, clearing a little of something indescribable like a curse that had been wrapping around Varian's body.

The less than 5 seconds of contact made Kalia feel extremely weak, as if she had been passed from the evil curse in Varian's body.

"Thank you, Sister Kalia. Seeing that the girl in front of him was pale, Varian took the initiative to let go of his hand and whispered thanks.

"You're welcome...... "Kalia smiled as she looked at Varian who was pretending to be weak again, "...... So where is the best place to start?"

Kalia began to tell what she knew little by little without irritating the "royal guards" around her, and while most of them were similar to the rumors outside, she still mixed in some "personal opinions" that were not in the rumors, and Varian also took these "personal opinions" very seriously.

So the two of them drank tea and chatted in such a relatively relaxed and pleasant environment, just like the grace and elegance of the aristocratic afternoon tea, and even under the gaze of those "royal guards", the two of them holding hands under the table would only be regarded as a special "little hobby" between the nobles, after all, the brothers and sisters, sisters and brothers, and even fathers, daughters, mothers and sons between the nobles may only choose some "unpretentious" "social activities" because of the boring and monotonous life of the rich.

So in contrast, the youthful performance of Kalia and Varian is a clear stream in aristocratic circles.

Perhaps outsiders only know that King Varian became a mess after the loss of his queen, and his whole person was weak all day long as if he had been cursed by some vicious curse. Only Kalia knew how clear Varian's eyes were hidden under the vicissitudes and melancholy face, under the cover of the nightmarishness.

It all started with an accident at that banquet, after Kalia and the Lordaeron government-in-exile came to Stormwind, and even though they weren't greeted by a single member of the royal family, King Varian, no matter how decadent, had to attend such a diplomatic social event.

After the entertainment was finished, it was the nobles' favorite ballroom dance session, and the countess who was in the limelight naturally became the object of many nobles' scrambling invitations, but it was the main lord, the equally young and beautiful Kalia, who was left out in the cold. But Kalia was relieved, and she left the banquet hall under the pretext that she wanted to go for a walk in the garden.

Then she met Varian, who also didn't want to be in that kind of place, and Varian was so weak that he could be out of breath for a few steps, but when he saw Kalia, he still got up from the stone bench and wanted to gracefully salute his sister, who had taken care of him as a teenager...... The result is obvious: the once diligent and loving king is now so corrupted by alcohol that he will fall when he gets up immediately after sitting for a long time.

Fortunately, Kalia quickly helped Varian, otherwise with Varian's weak body, if she fell again, she would have to lie in bed for more than half a year to recover.

"Thank you......"

Feeling Varian's drunken smell at close range, Kalia frowned unconsciously, she subconsciously wanted to use the power of the Holy Light to sober up the alcoholic king, and then ......

Then when the light flowed into Varian's body, both of them discovered a serious problem, Varian's body was manipulated!

Archbishop Benedictas, who had come to check on Varian many times, couldn't find anything wrong and declared that it was just a grief, while Kalia, who was only an ordinary priest in the use of the Light, was able to remove a little bit of something evil from Varian's body.

Maybe the first time was a coincidence, but later, under the deliberate contact between Varian and Kalia, both confirmed that Benedictas for whatever reason, he failed to detect and treat himself, there must be a problem, and after being king for so many years, Varian slowly learned about what was happening in the country through various means, and he gradually found that this series of events made his country seem to be shrouded in some great conspiracy......

Kalia remembered what Adelan had told her before leaving, "Don't trust Benedictas too much", and although Varian didn't tell her the information he had secretly commissioned Shore to investigate, probably not wanting to involve her, Kalia, who was born in the royal family, also keenly felt that the situation in the Stormwind Kingdom did not seem to be as peaceful as the lives of those nobles.

What would you do, Edlan?, Kalia looked at the western sky......