If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and almost all intelligent races with language and writing have similar proverbs handed down.

For example, the dwarven clan has the legend of Enoch the fool.

It is said that in the time of the King of the Mountains, Anwemar, a young dwarf was a man who was strong and brave enough to fight against a great beast that had caused trouble in the country.

Anweimar asked him, "Do you have enough equipment, I'll support you?"

Enoch bared his glittering teeth and replied to the king of the mountains: big husband, cute big.

Enoch departed, and Enoch rushed ...... The corpses were released.

Back at Ironforge, Enoch honestly changed into bronze armor.

Before setting off again, Anvimar asked him, "Do you have enough equipment, or I will give you a better one?"

Enoch, who had a blue nose and swollen face, replied to the king of the mountains: Big husband, you just want to cute big!

After a hard fight, Enoch once again hit the streets.

Enoch, who was rescued by a passing well-wisher, learned from his pain, fell to his knees in front of Anvimar, and cried out loudly, "Great King of the Mountain, please give me the best equipment."

Anweimar replied to him, "I wear the best, I'll give you a set of excellent dragon kings with nine chasing thirteen."

So, Enoch, who set off again, killed the little monster with a single sword.

Enoch, who felt empty in his heart, returned to Ironforge and looked at Anweimar, who greeted him with a smile, and finally realized that he had become the original powerhouse.

This story has taught generations of dwarves that equipment is also part of strength, and if you don't accept it, it's kryptonite.

Carlos knows the story well at the moment.

Tulayan's plan to set fire to the mountains was indeed bold and large-scale, but it revealed the narrow limitations of the small-scale peasant economy in an agrarian society.

The Dark Swamp is a forbidden area for humans, a living purgatory of terror. But transformation is naturally a common topic of all civilizations, and the more than 20-ton siege tanks on the side of the Iron Fort have already been produced on the assembly line, and you still want to set fire to the mountain......

The blind spot of thinking is really terrible.

Deep down in every man's heart, he has a heart to drive a big wood.

Carlos so, McNee so, dwarf master craftsman Gerbin. This is even more true of Mecatok.

During a visit to the dwarf artisan's production workshop, Carlos asks about this issue, and the two ethnic leaders of Ironforge are stunned.

It turns out that siege tanks can also be converted into tractors!

Abandon the heavy protective shell and use full track travel, add cutting and sawing and power robotic arms, and then add buckets and crushing drums.

It took the gnomes and dwarves to complete the modification of the experimental prototype in just two days.

Silly big black coarse is its motto, and explaining endurance is its epitaph.

Although the prototype died after only 12 hours of test run on the frozen soil of Danmoro's snow-capped mountains, the accident was unanimously praised rather than frustrating the staff.

"A burst engine is a sign of insufficient power, and there are too many parts to be deployed separately, which is a genius idea, and these siege tanks can be fitted with more specialized mechanical parts without a heavy layer of protection. Your Majesty Carlos, we will give you the naming rights, and it is up to you to decide the names of these big guys. ”

Grim Reaper 3000?

Dongfeng 200?

59 down the mountain?

Carlos suddenly felt embarrassed.

Finally, a name that shone with humanity came to Carlos's mind.

It is the highest masterpiece of multi-riveting steaming, and it is the ultimate romance of pure masters.

"Let's call him [Steel Tank]."

It takes time to deploy troops and supplies, and as the temperature rises, the Baladine Gulf, which has been silent for a winter, is filled with ships again, Carlos has been a guest at Fort Ironforge for half a month, and Lordaeron still has 30,000 soldiers waiting to take a ship to the port of Minahir.

It is useless to be in a hurry, it is useless to be in a hurry, experienced generals will naturally deal with the problem of gathering soldiers, and the most taboo thing for airborne command is to be blind and arrogant.

Before meeting Tulayan, Carlos didn't want to think too much about the battle at the Dark Gate, and the more he thought about it, the more psychological hints he had, and the more mistakes and paranoia he would have.

So during this period of time, apart from patrolling the camp and urging the soldiers to adapt to the environment, Carlos did not give the combat order of the mission at all.

Originally, Carlos had also mentioned to Magni that he needed to invest more troops to encircle and suppress the orcs who had fled into the mountains.

However, Magni very simply rejected Carlos' offer.

No, because it's not cost-effective, it's the best plan to let Dan Morro's cold freeze those orcs to death, and it's okay to maintain military pressure to force those orcs to flee in a hurry and live in no fixed place, and invest more manpower and material resources, the effect may not be as good as it is now.

Carlos, who realized that he had some assumptions, decisively corrected his mentality, began to eat, drink, and have fun, and studied dwarf engineering with Mektor. During the period, Magni. Copperbeard was often absent from work in the name of accompanying King Alterac.

The three old men of different races spent a happy time happily in this way, and the pure masters never looked back at the explosion.

Those engineering machines became the big toys of the three Warcraft old boys.

Until the arrival of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The purge of the warlocks has basically come to an end, and the guys who really jumped Huan have fallen under the hammer of justice, and the invasion of demons has been suppressed on the surface, and the few warlocks who escaped have all died down and disappeared in the city.

The Paladins and Mages teamed up to suppress the Riot Warlocks with remarkable results, and the rest of the propaganda work was handed over to the governments and Dalaran and Alonsos. At Fao's command, the paladins were freed from their work of judging heresies, ready to devote themselves to the righteous cause of hammering the orcs' heads once again.

The unforgettable hatred made this group of paladins very resolute towards the orcs, that is, only the dead orcs are really good orcs, and the more powerful the paladins are towards the orcs, the deeper the hatred of the orcs.

This is not normal.

What about the moral benchmark of human beings?

What about the conscience of the alliance that is said to be good?

Cromy wanders through the food street of Ironforge Castle, and is puzzled by his own discovery, and falls into the abyss of thinking about how to ride and ask.

The Knights of the Silver Hand also brought a touching little story to the south, that is, the reunion of the three Copperbeard brothers.

After receiving more than half a year of paladin transformation training, Muradin. Copperbeard happily announced that he could not feel the so-called source of light, and gave up his plan to become a paladin. But in the past half a year, Muradin's time has not been in vain, in the competition of many powerful paladins who have returned to the country, the Storm Hammer of the King of the Hill has finally cultivated a famous hall, and you have practiced with a flying hammer in one hand, and it is extremely ferocious. This time, Muradin's return home, Brian has just finished an expedition and rested at Ironforge Forge, and the three brothers, who haven't gotten together for decades, have another excuse to circumvent Prohibition.

While the human dwarves were in the family, Chromie was thinking about whether to meet Tulayan.

Because Kromi is not sure if Tulayan will make the "right" choice.

"Snacks and shortbreads are selling the best, would you like some?"

Transformed into a dwarf, Chromie meets another energetic little gnome, a snack seller who smirks at him with a pair of big round eyes, hanging from the stall in front of him, freshly baked snacks exuding an enticing aroma.

Forget it, anyway, I'm just an observer now, why bother so much.

"I want this, this, and this, plus a portion of strawberry juice."

"Thank you for your patronage, six silver and twelve copper coins."