Kalimdor Continent, Palace of Eternal Night.

It was another beautiful morning, the birds on the floating island were singing and the breeze was gentle, and everything was so beautiful and harmonious.

Successively went to the assembly hall to worship the pier. . . Ahem, the imperial officials of the previous dynasty were surprised to find that an extremely strange giant ornament suddenly appeared in the center of the white jade square overnight, and it seemed to be a sculpture made entirely of steel.

Then I inquired carefully, and according to His Majesty the Emperor, this strange black lump of iron was called the Rat Tank, and it was an extremely special limited edition luxury war machine, and only this one was shipped out of the factory in the world, and before the other one could leave the factory, the company went out of business, and the production line was also seized.

Oops, the mustachioed boss surnamed Xi is miserable, the company has gone bankrupt, the ticket has plummeted, and the physical industries in various places have been blocked by law enforcement officers, and there is no chance to run away with the sister-in-law.

It's not clear who Boss Xi is, but everyone can figure out this iron bump.

Oh, this thing turned out to be a tank!

What else does a tank look like this?

Because of Boss Hu's death and a series of guidance, the tanks built by the Night Empire are all in the shape of mechanical walking spiders, and they move agilely with four mechanical legs.

Even if it was a steam tank made by the dwarves, it was only wheeled.

The rat tank had no mechanical legs, only two rows of heavy iron wheels, and a long layer of iron sheets called tracks.

But if you look closely, this is still somewhat similar to the tank built by the orcs, the Orc's Azerit War Machine "Sarufal's Blade" fortress tank, which also uses a movement method similar to wheeled and tracked, but strictly speaking, in terms of that volume, it is no longer a conventional tank, a fortress tank Fortress tank, the focus is on the fortress.

Later, everyone asked each other like this, oh... I understand even more that this black iron thing is a trophy specially obtained when the Titan God Emperor and Sargeras went out to fool around some time ago, as if His Majesty the God Emperor is quite a treasure.

Polishing the tracks today, maintaining the parts tomorrow, pouring a few barrels of engine oil the day after tomorrow, and maintaining the posture of the mechanical Roadmaster motorcycle.

It's just that people have private motorcycles, and His Majesty the Emperor has private tanks.

If you want to talk about the sense of art, judging from the aesthetics of the elves, I really can't see where this rat tank has an artistic sense and where it has a sense of beauty.

Oh, we knew that we shouldn't let the Titan Emperor fool around with Sargeras, and now that I'm really bad at learning, I told you that Sargeras was a bad student, you don't have to deal with him, you just don't listen!

"That pimple is the trophy you brought back from fooling around with that scoundrel of Sargeras?

Elune's divine power incarnation was comfortably paralyzed on the sofa in the side hall, and the posture was quite Boss Hu's, with a plate of large strawberries from the gray valley in front of him, and kept sending them to his mouth.

"You don't have taste! That little baby is so beautiful, you women don't understand the romance of men at all, it's a luxury car or not! It's a unique product, and there is only one in the world!"

"Ugly! It's ugly! Those mechanical walking spiders are so much better than it!"

Well, in the end, Boss Hu gave up continuing to correct Elune's aesthetics, let her go...

After a while, Boss Hu put down the latest report in his hand and waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking about this... The follow-up news sent by the Eastern Kingdom Continent, that group of druids are really desperate enough to find the Moon God Scythe, and now they are going to turn over the entire Gilneth Kingdom, and they will not give up until they get the Scythe back. ”

"I said I wouldn't blame them. Elune shook her head quickly, convinced by the stubborn druids.

"Hey, it's not a question of whether you're to blame or not, after all, it's about the dignity and face of the druid, and if that thing is not recovered, it will be an old shame that will walk on its own in the outside world. ”

Well, that's right, after all, the Luna Scythe did go wrong in the hands of the druids, and the first wild werewolves were also transformed from the druids, which is very telling.

Generally, after the druids transform into beast form, various parts of their bodies will show a certain degree of humanoid characteristics, such as the feather decoration and tattoo patterns of the night elves, the horns of the minotaurs, and so on.

But the werewolf form will not show any characteristics, the werewolf is the werewolf, so this transformation is extremely dangerous, and the wildness will continue to erode the mind and reason.

So the whole world knows about this black history of the druid, and the scythe of the moon god is a symbol of shame.

Obviously, the Druids thought the same way, so after discovering that the current encirclement of the Wild Werewolves was starting to slow down, the Druids decided to call for special reinforcement.

With Boss Hu's seal and signature approval, a special force is about to set sail to the Kingdom of Gilneth to support the war there.

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In the Ash Valley area, the elves walking on the side of the road frowned and dodged, making way for the team of tin trucks with thick smoke billowing out.

The Black Rope mercenaries stood in the bodies behind the trucks, dressed in black light armor, long guns and cannons, plus flamethrowers and boosters, armed to the teeth.

The goblins also wore full-coverage gas masks on their faces, and the spouts on either side of the masks occasionally emitted two streams of white steam.

What's even more striking is that these goblins seem to have copied a batch of iron spike shoulder armor characteristic of the Holy Cult Army and a spiked ring banner fixed on their backs without permission, but the center of the ring is not suspended by the Eye of Truth, but by a smiling goblin head.

Well... If it is discovered by the Chosen Legion, it is appropriate to launch a clean-up operation against counterfeiting.

All in all, the Black Rope mercenaries were ordered to come to the rescue, and these goblin war maniacs have a fanaticism for burning things and blowing things up that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"Mr. Goblin, your walking bomb has fallen!"

On the side of the road, a white-haired, faceless elf girl hunter shouted at the tin truck with a chubby and round walking bomb, the bomb was still inactive, and the four mechanical legs were tightly contracted and closed.

"It's your bomb, baby, it's for you!"

The goblin brother standing at the very end of the car turned around and posed to the female elf on the side of the road, but it was a pity that the goblin's body size was matched with the gas mask that was a little too large, and the overall appearance looked really handsome.

The female elf was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at the walking bomb in her hand.

What do you want this for?