The atmosphere for dinner was not as good as afternoon tea, because Alan and Michelle almost got into a fight over the dumplings, and in the end Lijia had to make some other food, but thanks to Lijia's extraordinary cooking. In the end, the two managed to keep the "peace".

Early the next morning, under Michelle's "intimate" morning service, Ailan and Lijia woke up reluctantly. But after Michelle said something to the two of them, the two of them immediately came to their senses.

"The Ice Giants and the Fire Giants have attacked." The master craftsman Michelle said calmly, although she was very shocked when she first received the news, but as a master craftsman, she must set an example in front of all the people and appease the people.

"The fire giant actually launched an attack with the ice giant?!" Lijia asked in surprise. "What about Asgard?" She asked immediately.

"Asgard has now sent troops to help the invaded kingdom, and has not received any attacks himself." The great craftsman Michelle said.

"Did the Fire Giants unite with one of the Ice Giants, or did the two races unite?" Ai Lan asked, and she had a vague sense of excitement.

"Two races." The great craftsman Michelle had a serious face, and her eyes were full of worry.

"It seems that this war may be more dangerous than the dark elves, and I don't know how many people will die this time." Although the Asgardians have always had a fanatical mood for fighting, they also know the difference between good and evil.

"Peace always comes at a price." The great craftsman Michelle said.

"I don't have a grudge against the Ice Giants or the Fire Giants, but if they wage war against innocent people for their own selfishness, I will use my power to stop them." Ai Lan said.

"Thank you." The great craftsman Michelle said.

"It's okay." Alan smiled. "If I don't kill them, my armor won't be finished." Ai Lan said.

"We'll build your armor as soon as possible, and now that things have changed, a good armor can help you a lot." The great craftsman Michelle said.

"Thank you." Ailan nodded.

"I'm going to a meeting now, and I'm out of company." The great craftsman Michelle has left her residence, and she has more important things to do.

In the first laboratory, master craftsmen are putting the finishing touches on it.

"The output system is normal."

"The energy system is normal."

"The attack system is normal."

"The thinking module is normal."

"The simulation was 100 percent successful."

The dwarf master craftsmen have finally completed the adjustment of the Doomwalker, and the Doomwalker's eyes have set off a little green light, which proves that the Doomwalker can be awakened at any time.

"It's a pity that there is only one weapon with such great power. Michelle is really a guy full of crazy ideas, let's unite to create such a big guy, and can think of using gold as an important part, solving the problem that we have not been able to solve, this war, we must find a way to protect her. Master Craftsman Mecatok thought to himself as he looked at the doomwalker who had finished commissioning.

"Teacher, I'm here." The master craftsman Michel walked out of the conveyor elevator, the so-called dwarf conveyor elevator, in fact, is a high-speed elevator, but the speed of this elevator is very fast, so it is named the conveyor elevator.

"Well, you came just in time, you are the chief designer of this weapon, and the right to use this weapon will be handed over to you." The master craftsman Mercatók took off the operating disc on his wrist and placed it in Michelle's hand.

"Teacher" master craftsman Michelle wanted to refuse.

"Take it, the warriors want to see you operate it, after all, you are the one we know best." The great craftsman Mekatok smiled.

"Yes." Michelle nodded, an unknown emotion in her heart, a feeling that made her uncomfortable.

"Wake it up." Michelle, the great craftsman, looked at Michelle with expectant eyes.

"Ah, yes." Michelle pressed the button, and as the identity of the Doomwalker was confirmed, all the great craftsmen slapped together.

"Using the master craftsman Michelle, the Doomsday Walker reports to you!" The Doomwalker's voice was loud and had the characteristic high-pitched voice of a gnome, and its voice echoed throughout the room.

"Take me up." The great craftsman Michelle spoke.

A ray of light emanated from Doomwalker's chest, which dragged Michelle directly into Doomman's cockpit. "Synaesthesia!" Michelle gives the order in the Doomwalker cockpit.

A large wooden key appeared in the cockpit of the Doomwalker, this wood is the branch of the World Tree, the material saved when he made the Eternal Spear for Odin last time, after the processing of the master craftsmen, it became the key of the Doomwalker, as long as you use this key, you can control the Doomwalker as you like.

However, these are not without a price, if you want to control the Doomwalker, you must have a very strong spirit, these things choose the branches of the World Tree as the key to the decision, the energy of the World Tree is enough to protect the user, so that she will not be harmed during synaesthesia, otherwise, maybe the Doomwalker has not been completely damaged, and the driver in charge of using it, Michelle, is already dead.

"No, it's too swollen to eat!" Michelle, who held the key, shouted, the energy contained in the branches of the World Tree was washing over her body, and she couldn't carry such a powerful energy for a while. "That's right, the contract!" Before being blown up, Michelle thought of a way to turn the Doomwalker into another self through a contract, so that the energy of the branches of the World Tree could be spread out and her life would not be a problem.

"Whew—saved." The master craftsman Michelle succeeded in saving himself.

The current Doomwalker has a heart-to-heart with her, and she was sent out of the cockpit by the Doomwalker herself with a single thought. As soon as she left the Doomwalker, the great craftsmen who were waiting outside surrounded her, each with a device in their hands, constantly scanning Michelle's body.

"What are you guys doing here!" Michelle yelled.

"After you entered, both you and the Doomwalker had abnormal readings, and we need to confirm your physical condition now." A female master craftsman with a light green ponytail said.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me." Michelle spoke, and then her eyes went dark, and she fell to the ground with a snap, and she felt that her body was in pain, very painful, and she wanted to be pulled by something, until her eyes were dark.

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