Then Gerbin noticed the hand of Sema Prag, the gilded iron hand, which he had made alone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sema Praag raised the hand and clenched it into a fist—a mad, sinister smile back on his face.

Gerbin's good friend disappeared.

"Very well, your senseless weakness is the reason why I decided to replace you. The real mission of the gnomes is to dominate the continent with our invincible weapons, not to sell them to imbecile allies - that's what goblins do! Sema Prague began to hypnotize herself, "Your conservatism has prevented us from having enough say in this land, we gnomes are not a race that can only hide behind the so-called allies and cower, we also want to compete for dominance in this world!" ”

"I'll advise you one last time, give up!" The master craftsman shook his head, "If you do what you say, then Luo Ya is doing a good job. ”

"Loya? That hilarious dwarf light? Cowering and stretching out the steps of exploration, and then falling behind at every step - if this continues, when will the gnomes really rise?! ”

"You've never really understood, have you? Rise is not only our own strength, but also our mutual loyalty to our friends, which gives us the most powerful and sincere strength. Otherwise, we're no different from ogres and stone palatins - or even goblins. ”

The mechanic hissed again.

This time, Gerbin was sure the sound was coming from Cisco's distorted mouth.

Sema Prag took a big step forward.

"It's useless to talk too much, now, let's die!"

Sema Praag stopped in front of the master craftsman, shook his head, raised a hand, and made a gesture of goodbye.

Then, with a creaking sound, Sema Prag's iron hand spun in place and retracted into the wrist of his suit—and then, with a mocking smile, Sema Praag stretched that arm forward.

With another roar of steam, a sharp blade stretched out from his wrist, and what should have been cold was emitting a blinding red glow from the heat of the steam.

Forced to take a step back, Gerbin stumbled to the bearing, feeling a tingle on his back against the clockwork. He still had a wrench in his belt, which Gerbin pulled out, and cleanly blocked Cisco's blade.

This was met with another round of ridicule.

"Oh, dear, from this view, your movements are so cute. This is how the dwarves taught you to fight? ”

"No," Gerbin twirled the wrench with his fingers, "this is how gnomes fight. Watch your head. ”

"Hard mouth!" Sema Prague snorted coldly, activated the ejection program, and launched the sharp blade.

Despite his age, Gerbin was still agile, and he deftly rolled to dodge the flying blades.

The blade carried a huge amount of kinetic energy and smashed into the debris pile behind Gerbin, it seemed that there was a problem with Sema Prager's calculations, and the energy supply on the blade was not cut off, still in the debris pile, spinning on a clockwork holder.

Gerbin turned around and unscrewed the hook that held the clockwork in place, which was supported by a frame below and held the spring to the bearing.

With a choking sound, the liberated clockwork with an incomparably sharp blade volleyed out of the bearing, and the long-suppressed energy was completely released in an instant, and a sharp arc of steel streaked across the room.

Gerbin felt a powerful force slash over his head, and then ......

No response

Finally, the three hairs that had recently grown on the top of Gerbin's head slowly fell before his eyes, and the Mediterranean Sea was a little larger

This was followed by the power armor of the Cisco Semaprag, which was split in two.

With a gushing sound of steam, the top half of the mech slipped and fell to the ground, rolling to Gerbin's heels.

Sema Prague turned her back to the sky, swallowed her saliva, and blinked her eyes incessantly.

Until this point, Sema Prager still couldn't believe that Gerbin had defeated himself with the help of his blade, the most basic clockwork equipment of dwarf engineering.

Then, the pain finally hit.

Sema Prague found that her left leg had also left her body.

"In the name of the Council of Craftsmen, I arrest you, Cisco Sema Prague - on charges of conspiracy to commit treason, and if nothing happens you, you will spend all your life in prison."

Sema Prager looked dejected, not knowing if it was because he realized where his failures were, or if he realized why he had made the choice he did.

But alas, no one cares anymore.

……………………

The reconstruction of Nomoregan began.

With the help of the dwarves, the Palate Monsters were cleared and the power supply was restored, and the gnomes found that the Stone-Palate Monsters scattered throughout Nomorigen had become turtles in urns, and it was easy to clean up.

A large number of leprosy gnomes have been arrested, and the next research project of the master craftsman Gerbin has been determined - how to counter-radiate the leprosy gnomes and restore these poor people to normal.

Although Nomorigen was not devastating due to the fact that the rebellion was instigated by Salatas and the preparations were relatively inadequate, there is no doubt that the gnomes could only camp outside Nomorigen for a short time, waiting for the reconstruction work to be completed.

Then, the busy Gerbin received a letter from Loya.

After learning that the orcs could be the murderers of everything, the master craftsman decisively put down all the tasks in his hand and came to Orgrimmar.

Gerbin was joined by Brian Copperbeard.

Brian, who had been digging in Uldaman, had discovered some strange connections - about a mysterious being, and orcs.

At this point, the Great Explorer began to wonder if the orcs had mastered some strange powers.

You know, the most likely place for the Alliance and the Horde to clash now is the Wetlands and Danmorrow, although Brian has cheap hands and a lot of words, but he really loves his hometown and loves Ironforge, for this reason, he temporarily put aside his favorite exploration career and came to the negotiating table.

Eventually, Shuru and Saratas realized that they seemed to be exposed, and the orcs began to consciously retract themselves - after all, the remains of an ancient god could not see the light.

But in this way, in the negotiations, the tribe quickly fell into disadvantage.

Shuru seemed to have lost his mind, and the suspicious alliance began to press on - seeing that the tribe was about to sit down and deliberately provoke the truth!

Finally, a new piece of news arrived, and the tribe breathed a sigh of relief.

Sal and Zandala reached a tentative agreement.