Archduke Granddine's special car construction project has a little problem of not knowing whether it is big or small.

That's the problem of substandard parts......

Because of the existence of magic, an unscientific force, the industrial development of the world of Azeroth, even the dwarfs who specialize in engineering, have a situation of "I am looking for ......".

Engineers born in this atmosphere are likely to be hanged on a telephone pole if they go to the earth to find a job.

Again, it is the overall defect of the precision and material requirements of this basic industrial system.

Let the inhabitants of the world of Azeroth, obviously holding the ruins of high-tech titans such as the Thunder Throne of Ulduar, but they can't eat any nutrients.

Many years later, when it came to the "Battle" version, they still used trebuchets to order each other.

Even the engineer who built the trebuchet had just started an interstellar war with the Burning Legion.

"I'm so sorry, my lord......," Greenhill said apologetically, feeling that he had lost time and hadn't done his best.

And the dwarf engineers who studied behind Greenhill were also hit, no longer holding on to the idea that a new era was coming, but fell into serious self-doubt.

"You've worked hard." Looking at the all-terrain off-road vehicle that looks no different from the countrymen on the earth, Mi Shan feels that Mercedes-Benz should not cross the world to ask for infringement fees.

What's more, the efforts of Greenhill and those dwarf engineers in the past few days have made Rice Shan seem to see his homeland in a trance, not long after it was established.

Those enthusiastic engineers, with the most rudimentary tools, hammered out the scene of the first car and the first airplane of the new flower.

It's not that the engineers of Azeroth are congenitally inferior to those of Earth.

It's the magic that makes these engineers skip the parts that are essential to the basic industrial system.

The state of self-doubt and denial that everyone has fallen into, including Greenhill, is just making up for it.

To change this, it is not only necessary to change the way of thinking, but also to carry out a deep rectification of the entire industrial system.

Luckily, the only ones in need of a deep reorganization are the gnomes.

Compared with human beings, who have almost no industrial system at all, the convenience of life brought by modern industry has long been deeply rooted in all aspects of the daily life of the dwarf people.

Mishan is very suspicious that the large-scale nuclear radiation leakage of Nomorigen in the future is because the quality of the industrial base of the dwarf people is not up to standard.

The forcibly developed nuclear power is beyond the scope of the "I Wonder ......" that the magical power can contain, causing the dwarfs to lose their homeland and live under the fence in Ironforge.

"By the way, how did you solve the fuel?" Mishan suddenly remembered something very important.

If the material is unqualified, it will be lying in the nest or falling apart at most, and at most it will burst the cylinder.

But if the oil is not good...... Breaking the engine may just be the best ending.

Thinking of the worst possible outcome, without waiting for Greenhill to answer how to solve the fuel problem, Mishan asked in a low voice, "I remember that your engineering was explosion...... Forehead...... Goblins, right? ”

"Yes, isn't it your choice to specialize in goblin engineering?" Greenhill replied earnestly.

There is no worry at all about being heard by the dwarf engineers around me.

"......" Seeing the attitude of those dwarf engineers as if they hadn't heard, Mishan was a little strange.

Didn't you say that the goblin project and the dwarf project would tear to the sky when they met?

"Don't worry, my lord, they already knew I was a goblin engineer, and that's nothing." Greenhill, who noticed Missir's surprise, replied.

Through Greenhill's explanation, Misr learned that in the world of Azeroth, there were indeed cases where engineers from two factions fought over a disagreement of opinion.

But that's not to say that the gnomes can't learn the Goblin Engineer faction, and there's no shortage of bombers.

Goblins will also learn some of the skills of dwarf engineering, anyway, it's a brain hole, especially in the place where the other party specializes in overpowering the other party, isn't it better?

The main reason why Greenhill, as a master of goblin engineering, can still lead and mentor these dwarf engineers is that the gap between the two is too big.

No matter how big the difference is, there is no difference between a great craftsman and an ordinary engineer, and after being impressed by Greenhill's knowledge, several of these dwarf engineers even have the idea of changing their ways.

Returning to the topic of engine fuel, Greenhill did not directly answer Mistress Missar's question.

As a master craftsman who hammered out two V6 engines with a hammer, Greenhill also knew that the fuel issue was serious.

Even if Greenhill himself could use a missile that could explode at any moment as a mount, it would not be possible for Lord Misr to fall into such danger.

In order to give a more straightforward explanation to Lord Missir, Greenhill brought a dwarf engineer...... A dwarf magician who works part-time as an engineer to be exact.

However, in the eyes of this dwarf mage, engineers are his main business, and the identity of a mage is only an assistant to make himself a better engineer.

Hearing Greenhill's request, the dwarf mage politely owed Missar and Greenhill, and then performed on the spot how to magically fractionate the diesel needed for the two V6 engines in a barrel of oil.

…… Well, the engines made by Greenhill are diesel, not gasoline.

Looking at the pygmy mage with the flame in one hand and the frosty fractionated oil in the other, Mishan could only silently complain in his heart that the industrial system remodeling project of the world of Azeroth had a long way to go.

So, the residents of Stormwind, while chatting nonsense after dinner, saw a square tin can with four wheels, roaring and smoking around several urban areas with relatively wide roads.

He even drove all the way to the Valley of Heroes, and almost sounded the alarm by scaring the commander of the defense forces in the Valley of Heroes, General Marcus Jonathan.

When he saw the "red bow" coat of arms at the front of the autonomous, the general could only helplessly say that the Grand Duke of Grandin, as a great nobleman, could really play.

"How does it feel? My lord. The tension on Greenhill's face, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had not yet faded.

Originally, Greenhill didn't even plan to let Mishan get on the car, but when the roar of the two side-by-side V6 engines sounded, Mishan had to drive it himself anyway.

Greenhill, who really couldn't resist Lord Mishan, could only sit in the co-pilot, ready to protect Mishan-sama at any time.

"Cool! That's how it feels! The only thing Mishan who is holding the steering wheel wants to complain about now is that the roads in Stormwind City are not wide enough, and there is no motor vehicle lane.

"Is there anything else that needs to be improved?" Mishan-sama's praise made Greenhill sigh and say.

"Improved, it's nothing ......" Compared with other concept models when they first came out, the interior was a mess, and Greenhill's Mishan car was built with the interior in mind from the beginning.

Keel steering wheel, dragon leather seats and upholstery wrapping, dragon scales cut upholstery...... It was clear that all of this had been carefully selected from Onexia's corpse.

And the most powerful thing about the whole car is that under the careful thinking of Misser Shan and Greenhill, the all-terrain honeycomb tires made of rubber are replaced by dragon tendons.

With this kind of tire, let alone walking on the grass on the snowy mountains, there is no problem to wade over the lava...... The premise is that Rice Shan can withstand the heat in the carriage.

"Anyway, it's not going to explode, is it?" Remembering that Greenhill was a goblin engineer, this was the only one she was most worried about.

"Fried? My lord, this car was originally powered by compression explosions......" Greenhill blinked.

"That's right...... No, no, no, I'm asking if the car will be blown up as a bomb, like most goblin engineering creations. Mishan asked.

"Your Excellency, this is prejudice! For a qualified goblin engineer, it's not about making what to bomb, it's about letting what you want to explode, and letting what you want to stay safe...... Well...... Not...... Maybe it won't be fried. Greenhill's voice grew quieter.

"Forget it, don't dwell on this issue, at least you're ......," Mishan shook his head and said.