The next morning, Black had just woken up and drank a bottle of wine, moistening his throat, and letting his dizzy head rest.

Originally, the dwarf race was born with a "noisy halo" that was neurotic.

The sounds they were screaming and could be heard clearly through several walls. Now they met a group of dwarfs who mechanized themselves, each of whom was full of vitality and almost no need for rest.

It was a noisy at night, and the hell machines were running all night, making Black not sleep well almost all night.

He even wanted to get up and rush out and smash all the machines.

But then I thought about it, once McArgon is liberated, these machines will be used to produce various war supplies for themselves, and after all, they are their own assets.

So, I still tolerate it.

But this damn Mecagon can't stay anymore. If you stay for a few more days, you won't have a good rest. The stinky pirate feels like he's going to be nervous.

He simply washed up with the magic water that Jaina prepared for him last night, walked out of the room with a bottle of wine, and stretched out his body as the dark night and daylight were about to alternate between the rising sun, and saw the fool soldier Finna talking to a mechanical dwarf.

The pirate turned his eyes and leaned over and eavesdropped.

As a result, I saw the dwarf using a special caliper to measure the muscles on Finna's arm. While measuring, he also exclaimed in a weird tone:

"Mechanical is on, this muscle tissue is really exaggerated. I only see one goal in your muscles, that is, fight! Go destroy!

Rush into the battlefield and play the triumphant song!

But we can perfect these muscles so that they can help you achieve this goal better.

Or, we can replace it.

I'm not saying your muscles are not perfect enough, but we can replace it with more perfect mechanical tissue!”

The dwarf who transformed his eyes into electronic eyes like Trixie picked up a wrench from his hand and said to the confused Finna Jinjian:

“I have also been to Kul Tiras as a sentinel, and I have talked to some drunken warriors in the tavern there, who are unwilling to give up the pain and blood that they feel when they are attacked in battle.

Those idealistic idiots can never get rid of the rut of spiritual victory theory. They think it is pain that gives them strength and blood that catalyzes their cruelty.

But that's not the case.

Follow my advice, a beautiful and powerful warrior, you should use stronger machinery to replace your limbs!

Like our choice, as for the fighting emotions you may lose, these physiological reactions can be simulated with artificial chip stimulation.

Just paired with a pocket computing device and three punch card chips tailored for the warriors, I promise you can complete one terrible massacre after another in absolute calm.

How about it?

Do you want to try it? I can do this surgery for you for free. If you have any doubts about my inference, then we can try it with another arm first.

This is a small operation, and our mechanical dwarfs are professional in this regard and can be done in just one day.

Try it, you will never suffer any loss or be deceived if you try it."

This little dwarf has a really good eloquence, and Fenna is stunned for being fooled.

She touched her muscles and said suspiciously:

"Is it really as powerful as you said? I have never heard of mechanization before."

"Confirm, sure and certain, if it doesn't work, why do we mechanical dwarfs do a full transformation?"

The electronic eyes of the dwarf technician flashed, she said:

"And the biggest benefit of mechanization is that it can prevent your body from aging. If you can accept some price and replace parts regularly, we can even let you live for thousands of years easily.

Your various physiological characteristics seem to be a mixed race between humans and elves. I have heard of your tribe in Kurtiras. Your lives are longer than humans, but far from being as good as orthodox elves.

This means you will lose your human relative first and then die earlier than your elf relative, which means you are destined to be sad twice in your life...

But if you can accept mechanization and bring your human relatives over, I will transform him or her and change him and her family can live happily until you don’t want to live.

How about it?

You can't refuse this benefit, right?

Why are you hesitating? Come and sign this surgical accident agreement with me, and then go to my mechanical room to lie down. I will immediately call a friend to do the first phase of the renovation for you..."

"Ahem"

Black finally couldn't listen after hearing this, and more importantly, the idiot Finna had already shown a thoughtful expression.

As we all know, when a warrior thinks, the gods will laugh.

Showing this expression means that Finna is going to be on the trap.

Black should be on the stage now.

"Her 'guardian' is here!"

The stinky pirate jumped out of his hiding place, pointed at himself, and said to the skillful mechanical dwarf technician:

"If she wants to have surgery or something, she must agree with me. You have also seen that her brain is not very useful. So, I want to ask, do you have a 'intelligent upgrade' operation?

I mean, the kind that makes people smarter.”

Faced with the pirate's inquiry, the little dwarf tilted his head and thought for a while, waving the wrench seriously and said:

"You mean 'whole brain replacement' surgery. I haven't recommended this before, but I can try it this time. Her body is very strong and should be enough to withstand the sequelae of the surgery."

"What do you mean? Are you talking stupid when you turn around?"

Finna didn't react until this time. She suddenly stood up and shouted fiercely to Black.

The pirate shrugged and drank a sip of wine. The magical eyeball on his shoulders whirled, looking at Finna, giving her a look of "you can experience it yourself".

He hooked his fingers again and signaled her to follow.

"I'm not saying you're stupid, but I'm curious, why are you thinking about intensive surgery?"

Black took Finna around Rust Pull Town, and the noisy machinery around him made the pirate's head buzz.

He saw a group of mechanical dwarfs who had just woken up were lined up to collect today's energy batteries and parts from the rust-pin quartermaster, just like civilians in the human world were receiving bread and drinks.

It seems that the situation here is not very good, and Prince Elazmin has implemented material control in his own town.

Faced with the pirate's inquiry, Finna pursed her lips. The powerful warrior considered her blood relationship with Black, and felt that some things should not be hidden from him. So after a few seconds, he whispered:

"I think the little dwarf said it quite reasonable. She talked to her mother before, and she said she would lose her annoying Dailin first, then lose me, and finally wait for death alone.

That kind of fate is too painful for my mother, I just thought, if I can, I..."

"No, she wouldn't want to see a mechanized daughter who would only scare Mrs. Jinjian and make her feel terrible guilt without feeling the slightest relief.

That's not the way a daughter should repay her mother."

Black shook his head and said:

"Instead of worrying about the future in a few hundred years, you might as well think about how to live the present. Just like you have always resisted Dai Lin, what if you accompany Mrs. Jin Jian to the moment of death?

You are still forcing her to choose between you and Dailin."

"I don't."

The idiot warrior denies it.

But Black no longer wants to talk to her about this topic.

He complained in his heart that everyone in the Prodmoore family had psychological problems, except for Tanreid, that stupid child was probably the easiest person in this family.

He had almost no secret in his heart, and he was enjoying his youthful time freely and interested in everything.

For example, now, while walking around a corner of Rust Pull Town, Black suddenly saw Tanreid wearing a hunting suit, holding a box full of parts and batteries, happily lined up with a group of mechanical gnome craftsmen in front of a weird thing.

He also chatted with several dwarf craftsmen from Nomoregan next to him from time to time.

Looking at the look of expectation.

"Where is your brother doing?"

Black stood aside and said to Finna next to him:

“He is fiddling with the power he doesn’t understand again, go and call him back.

The mechanical dwarfs look cool, but in fact each item has certain dangers, especially for children who don’t know anything.

You should shoulder the responsibility of being your eldest sister, Finna, you should take care of him and Jaina."

"In theory, I should still take care of you."

Finna rolled her eyes and complained:

"But look, can I care about you? Your stinky brother."

No matter how much he complained, Finna still tidied up her clothes, strode forward to Tanreid, who looked expectant, and tried to pull him back with his ears.

But Tanrey said a few words to Finna in a begging tone. The idiot warrior hesitated for a moment and asked a few more questions. The dwarfs next to her talked to her in a verbal way.

Finally, under Black's speechless gaze, Finna also took a large box of parts and batteries from the dwarf agent Kelsey, joined them, and lined up in high spirits.

She also waved at the pirate and signaled him to come too.

The pirate slapped the forehead and walked over with great headaches.

As a result, I happened to see the electricity that was limited at night, and the big golden robot standing in front of everyone made a buzzing sound, and then sprayed black smoke from the exhaust pipe behind it, entering the activation program.
To be continued...