The border of the Dwarven Kingdom, Ironforge Fortress, is the border between the Dwarven Kingdom and the rest of the races in the southeast of the continent.

Ironforge Fort was built on the borders of the kingdom to separate each other's fortresses, and the volcanic lava encircled the entire fortress along an artificially dug diversion channel, forming a natural barrier.

The magma moat warms the entire fortress to a level that is difficult for any race outside of the dwarves to accept, while defending the pass.

"Oh, Toby, how is the digging plan going, I can't stand the days here, the temperature here is too high, although I don't feel it, but I really can't stand those wines, you don't want to know what it's like to suddenly take a sip of sour wine."

In this huge fortress made of steel, near the ground of the Elven Realm, there is a huge crater, and many dwarves can be seen climbing up and down the scaffolding at the edge of this pit, wielding the pickaxe and hammer in their hands, and beating the rock wall to expand the size of the hole.

A railroad track-like thing stretched down the not-so-steep "staircase" that the dwarves had carved out into the walls of the pit to the depths below the crater, and the guy who called out to another dwarf named Toby was on the track, or more precisely, on the "train" that traveled on it.

Iron Behemoth, Snake of Twists, these two words are probably very suitable to describe the train running on the tracks at the moment, and the dwarves' superb forging skills are not only applicable to weapons and armor, but also their abilities are unique to this giant magic guide machine.

The dwarf stood on top of the massive armored train and followed it down the depths of the pothole, and the object of his call, Toby, was none other than the driver of the metal behemoth, the commander.

"It's noisy, shut up, you stupid brass ingot, the clan elders definitely reminded you when you came to let you bring those "strong" wines, you must not have listened, bring your own favorite ones! ”

The iron door of the cab was kicked open by a stubby leg, and a large, unshaven head poked out of it, yelling at the grumbling dwarves standing above the train.

"Damn, I don't like to drink that kind of liquor, they want me dead! Can't you give me a batch of alchemy machinery for refrigeration, I'm also the chief engineer this time! I'm Olaf, definitely don't drink without the wine I like!"

The dwarf named Olaf became even more annoyed when Toby scolded him, brandishing the wrench he had been holding in his hand and roaring in the sky.

"Hmph, you are not the only chief engineer who came this time, don't think that you can have any special treatment with this title, the alchemy machinery used for refrigeration has been taken to cool the engine, although it is not a big problem to give you one, but what will others do if you open this head?"

Toby snorted coldly, not caring at all about Olaf's wild screams, just mocking and giving a reason for not giving him the refrigeration alchemy machine.

"Damn! You know, there is a difference between the chief engineers, okay, my level is comparable to them? If you want me to say, you can give me the whole machine, and if someone wants the same as me, you can let him come to me and fight with me, and if he has beaten it, give him my one. ”

Olaf screamed in grief and pulled out the adamantite sledgehammer he was carrying behind his back, waving it up and down, telling Toby about his unworkable plan.

"Watch your head, the train has entered the tunnel, it's not as wide as the passages that have been opened outside......"

Toby glanced at the ghostly Olaf above, closed the train door and retracted into the steel behemoth.

"Huh?"

"Bang!"

"Oooo

Olaf didn't react to why Toby suddenly said to be careful, and sighed in confusion, but immediately, he knew what Toby was talking about, and the space where the train traveled along the tracks suddenly narrowed, and the stone walls pressed on all sides did not give room to the people standing on the train.

Immediately, Olaf's horned head slammed into the stone wall overhead at the same speed as a train, making a loud noise, and the whole dwarf flew upside down.

……

"Click, Click, Click......"

The wheels of the train are lowered from the surroundings and rubbed against each other with the axles, slowing down the speed of the train little by little in a way that is not too violent and abrupt but powerful.

"Woo~"

When the wheels of the train stopped rotating, and the heat generated by the friction and the machine and the axle turned red-hot, the train also stopped to the sound of friction with the final speed bump of the track, and arrived at the station

"Bang dang!"

The door at the front of the train opened, and Toby stepped inside.

"Come and help unload the goods, and then go with me to report, the project is almost ready, and when you engineers arrive, you can start construction."

Turning back and yelling at the tail of the steel behemoth train, Toby walked to the middle of the entire train, pulled down a lever on it, and slowly separated half of the carriage from the body, turning into a half-open structure, and when opened, a large number of various mineral ingots and mechanical parts leaked inside.

"Damn, this damn tunnel is too narrow for me to climb back up, so I'll have to pick up a mouthful of ash at the back of the train."

Olaf walked from the back of the train to this side, short and stocky, his face was gray, but it really didn't matter to him except that the horned helmet on his head had a hole in it, and his thick and messy brown hair was exposed, and it didn't matter to him that he had slammed into the stone wall.

The dwarven knight, the terrifying physical strength of the knight, coupled with the unique rough skin and thick flesh of the dwarf race, make Olaf especially strong and resistant to beating.

The horned helmet on his head is more like a decoration than armor, not to mention colliding with a rock wall, and if he collides with this train, as long as he doesn't get run over, he will break a few bones at most.

Together with Toby, he pulled another mechanism on the train, and the mechanical structure turned, propping up the materials on the train, and sliding at an oblique angle to the platform outside the train.

"Let's go, you shouldn't be the last and last, when you go over there to register, look at the drawings and get ready to start."

Toby closed the carriage back on, ignoring the materials on the platform, which would be handled by other dwarves later.

The location of the train at the moment is a space that has been carved out of the ground, and the surrounding environment is the kind of rock wall that has just been chiseled open, only slightly flattened, and the lighting conditions are not very good, but there are magic crystal lights in important places where there are paths for people to walk, and the rest of the area is almost dark.

"This place is too simple, can it really make anything?"

Olaf glanced left and right around the surroundings, scratched his hairy head, and asked with some confusion.

"Your opinion is meaningless, the elders are so sure that the greatest masterpiece of the kingdom will be born here, do you think you are smarter than these wise men?"

Toby replied, walking ahead and leading Olaf towards his destination.

"Also, I still have to be able to use those old men in terms of brains, as long as I can forge iron and make alloy workpieces."

Olaf has a kind of sincerity that is unique to dwarves, and if it is an insult to humans, it may not be much to them.

The two dwarves walked to the end of the train stop area and entered a passage that connected the rest of the area.

"What is this, wow, it's quite comfortable to touch, what new alchemy work is made by those goblins? It does look like a real wood root system, and I have to say that those dwarfs still have a very good set. ”

Olaf touched the thick tree roots exposed from the rock walls on either side of the passage they were walking on, and when his palm touched these roots, some power was injected into his body through the bark, making Olaf feel refreshed and extremely relaxed.

Olaf, who felt very happy, immediately asked Toby what it was, and did not consciously call the goblins about their height dwarfs.

"That's the branching roots of the tree of life, it's not the work of some goblin, it's a real plant, don't touch it, these roots have a more important role, not for you to use to replenish your strength."

Toby replied unceremoniously, telling Olaf to take the hands off the roots.

"Tree of Life, aren't those long-eared treasures, how can they be willing to give this thing to us, and besides, what use are we using it?"

Olaf was stunned, and Toby's reference to the Tree of Life only made the dwarf even more confused.

"Can you learn history well, you don't even know about this event? When the World Tree was divided into three, we Dwarves and Elves were much closer allies than we are now, and we helped the Elves a lot in the migration and rooting of the Tree of Life. ”

"In order to repay this kindness, the elves and the dwarves have signed an agreement that a branch of the tree of life will extend to the border of the dwarven kingdom, providing a special environment for the dwarves to be rich in vitality, that is, we here."

Toby explained with some annoyance that it was extremely rare for a dwarf to be able to speak well with patience and anger without shouting loudly in a thick voice.

"Oh, grandfather, I'm not as old as you, and it's normal that I haven't experienced it and don't know, isn't it?"

Olaf covered his ears impatiently, and in order not to listen to the number of dwarves he called by name, this guy directly reported the real relationship between the other party and him, so as to prevent his grandfather from continuing to talk about him.

Dwarves are a race, it is really difficult to distinguish between old and young, except for dwarf children who do not have long beards, and the unique messy hair of dwarves is very different, young dwarves to old dwarves are full of beards, no matter how you look at it, it is almost an uncle's face, dwarves themselves can distinguish clearly, but other races are difficult to distinguish.

"Damn it, our Copperbeard Clan is uneducated about you, but you are one of the only two chief engineers, I really can't understand it."

Olaf's grandfather, Toby Copperbeard, scolded in annoyance that the conductor, who had always behaved relatively calmly, was helpless in the face of his unlearned grandson.

"Oh, grandfather, let's go, don't talk about it, I can have the title of chief engineer, you don't care how I got it!"

Olaf really regretted that he had asked the question of what the roots of the tree of life were, so he could only push Toby in front of him, telling his grandfather to stop talking and take him to the place where he would work for a while.

The two of them followed the root system of the Tree of Life as they made their way through the passage, and the sound of their destination began to reach their ears.

"Oh, praise to the god of forging, it's so pleasant, it doesn't seem so unacceptable without wine!"

Olafa shouted excitedly at these sounds, his eyes clearly anticipated.

The clanging of hammers on anvils was a much more comfortable environment than a quiet one for the dwarves who were particularly skilled in the craft of blacksmithing.

Walking out of the passageway, the scene ahead is fully revealed, a space carved out of the ground that is larger than where the train had stopped before.

The brackets fixed to the rocks continued to stretch downward, and the dwarves busily walked through the layers of supports, sending their ingots or forged parts to where they were supposed to go, where they were further forged by the dwarven blacksmiths, or spliced together to form part of the alchemy machinery and special tools.

Below is a bottomless cavern, I don't know how deep the dwarves have dug down, a huge manoblin style with a distinctly goblin style, a mechanical arm composed of various mechanical gears, transmission shafts, hydraulic rods and other parts are fixed to the top rock layer of this space.

Under the control of the dwarven engineers, these huge robotic arms help to carry all kinds of heavy and massive materials and parts with their immense power beyond the limits of the human body.

"Woohoo, I don't want to drink at all now, grandfather, can this robotic arm give me control, it's too beautiful!"

Olaf's eyes lit up as he stared at the mechanical arm full of heavy industrial beauty, pulling his grandfather's Toby's arm, and when he first entered this space, his hand holding the adamantite hammer had already begun to itch, and he couldn't hold it anymore when he saw it.

"Don't make a noise, go register first, well, what is Jenkins Iron Axe looking for me, I'll go and see first, you stay here."

Toby ignored the shouting of his grandson, who didn't know whether to say it was good or not, and he noticed a dwarf beckoning him, and immediately walked over to it.

Olaf watched helplessly as his grandfather walked over and spoke to a dwarf about his age.

"What!"

Suddenly, Olaf was startled by the yelling from his grandfather, and the undisguised anger in his words made Olaf's body tremble, and he remembered that he had drunk his grandfather's wine when he was a child and was thrown off the top of Ironforge......

"The group of long ears has given us an ultimatum to stop digging at this time, to abandon our previous efforts, and to stop using the Tree of Life!?"

"How dare they, that agreement wasn't written like that, damn it! This is impossible, it is absolutely impossible for us to give up the results that we have worked on for a long time, tell the messenger that there is no room for negotiation for him to go, we will never give up the plan!"