Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Lord of the Alliance, it seems that you are really as magical as the legend says. Mechagon has never appeared before the world, but you know our situation clearly!"

Prince Erazmin was amazed, and two bright red exclamation marks appeared in his electronic eyes: "It seems that my decision to leave Rustbolt Town was the right one!"

Jialin smiled silently. This was another force that was isolated and closed off from the outside world.

In fact, he had known about the existence of the Mechagon mechagnome for a long time. It was an island off the steep coast of Kul Tiras.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a group of dwarves who were awakened by the curse of flesh and blood from the mountains of Khaz Modan migrated here.

Their engineering is very different from the mainstream engineering in Azeroth, and they replaced their flesh and blood with steel and machinery, calling themselves mechanical gnomes.

The reason for this change may be that during the migration, they discovered a Titan relic, from which they obtained some Titan engineering technology and the truth about their own flesh and blood.

Therefore, in the following time, this group of dwarves, like the Neferset tribe of Tol'vir, has been trying to solve their own flesh and blood curse.

Unlike the Tol'vir who had no clue, the dwarves took a different approach and relied on engineering to replace their flesh and blood with machinery.

The gnomes of Mechagon have greatly extended their lifespans after becoming mechanized.

They then used their advanced technology to hide Mechagon Island, and after ensuring that there was no risk of invasion by foreign enemies, they stayed there to study the Titan technology they had acquired.

This house lasted for tens of thousands of years until modern times, when a crazy king emerged among them.

Although these mechanical gnomes chose to mechanize, most of them still retained their original heads. Only King Mechagon completely mechanized all the organs in his body except the brain, and he also wanted to turn everyone into machines.

The contemporary prince, Prince Erazmin in front of Garin, did not agree with his father's crazy behavior. He fled their city with some of his tribesmen and established a stronghold outside called Rustbolt Town.

If Garin had not already obtained Ulduar and the ancestors of the mechanical gnomes, he might have considered helping Prince Erazmin in advance to obtain the technology of these gnomes.

If Erazmin had not taken the initiative to leave Mechagon, perhaps no one would know of their existence.

"You made the right choice, Prince."

Garin stretched out his hand and grasped the dwarf prince's mechanical hand: "The Alliance will help you and your people. In return, you need to join the Alliance like the Great Craftsman and provide technical support to the Alliance."

The peace-loving mechanical prince couldn't help but relax a bit at Garin's promise. He shook his mechanical arm sincerely, "It's my honor to join the alliance! Your Majesty Garin!"

The two of them reached an agreement happily.

Allied Races +1!

"Well, please be careful not to help other races in the alliance to perform mechanical transformation at will."

To be honest, if it were in the previous life, I guess no man could resist the temptation of this "mechanical ascension".

But Garin has Garinlema as his incarnation, and he is well versed in the ways of nature. He does not like the mechanical dwarves' practice of abandoning flesh and blood.

He worried that mechanization would give rise to new madmen in Azeroth, King Mechagon being a prime example.

"..."

A string of characters appeared in the dwarf prince's electronic eyes, expressing his speechlessness at the moment.

Is this the way you mechanical gnomes express your emotions? This kind of simple emoticons?

Jialin was too tired to complain.

"Don't worry too much. After all, it's hard for a mechanical body to store all kinds of energy. Only technicians like you who are obsessed with engineering technology and don't care about your professional level will choose mechanical transformation."

Speaking of this, Prince Erazmin became interested.

"Actually, Your Majesty, I have recently been researching two topics: 'Artificial Energy Transmission Pipelines' and 'Storage of Magical Power in Mechanical Bodies'. Perhaps soon our people will have a spellcaster!"

So it's your credit that in addition to warriors, rogues and hunters, which are professions that rely on physical damage, mechanical gnomes can also choose mages, priests and warlocks?

The Mechanical Prince wanted to say something but was dragged away by the Master Craftsman. Mekkatorque really couldn't stand this lump of iron whose expression couldn't be read.

"I don't want to turn myself into a machine." Kurdlan said after a long silence, "If that happens, my Skarre heart won't be able to carry me!"

"That's right, that's right. If I become a lump of iron like that, I won't be able to taste the fine wine and feel the comfort of being tipsy! Gulp..." Brian thought of this and quickly took a sip of the fine wine to calm his nerves.

Garin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a commotion in the distance.

As the host, Garin walked over without hesitation to see what was happening.

He saw a group of long-eared elves confronting each other.

Why use the word long ears?

Because Garin couldn't tell for a moment that the elves from different forces were confronting each other...

Highborne, High Elves, Night Elves, and the Nightborne...

Well, all the elves on Azeroth are here.

These elves, who had the same ancestor, were on the verge of a fight, holding axes, swords unsheathed, staffs at hand, and magical powers fully accumulated, as if they were about to bleed to death in the next moment.

"Look who this is. After you betrayed Her Majesty the Queen, you all regressed and ran to the forest to live a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood?"

"And you, too, are so dark, just like the slaves in the mines."

"And you, a bunch of short guys... woo woo..."

Before she could finish her words, the female upper elf's mouth was covered by her male companion.

"What do you mean? Cyranus, I haven't finished yet!" The female high elf questioned her companion after breaking free.

As a maid of Queen Azshara, she restored her body to that of an upper elf after the curse was lifted. Now that she sees the traitor who betrayed the queen before, the anger in her heart has not yet been vented...

"Aethenel! Watch your words! This is the palace of Stromgarde!"

Cyranus was sweating profusely.

Because he saw that the owner of this place had arrived and was about to insult the high elves across from him...

You know, this Supreme is a guest of Her Majesty the Queen, and his two wives are both high elves...

"Oh... short what?"

Brian jumped up!

"We are all here!"