Mekkatorque loudly interrupted the dwarf's confusion. He keenly felt the core of the problem. He looked at the dwarf in front of him suspiciously and asked loudly:

"Who is that person? Who is that person who is proclaiming a new future to you?"

Ayla took a deep look at Mekkatorque. The opinion of this wise craftsman was very important in the entire dwarf race, and he asked an unavoidable question, so after a moment, Ayla

La coughed slightly and replied:

"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn! Maybe those of you who are closed are not familiar with this name, but he has another name that you must have heard of, King of the Dark Blade!"

"What!"

"You're crazy!"

"Ella, you are bewitched!"

As soon as this name, which is now like a nightmare in the Eastern Continent, was spoken, the entire Council of Craftsmen exploded, and the great craftsman Mekkatorque even widened his eyes and looked at the dwarf vampire in front of him in disbelief. He was a little angry.

But he didn't know how to say it. In the end, the great craftsman waved his hand feebly:

"Ella, no one can deny your contribution to our race, but your suggestion is too shocking. Now, please go out, leave Khaz Modan, and never come back again! We will not fight the undead.

Complicity... We will not betray our allies, especially at this juncture."

"I knew it."

Ella was not surprised by this decision. Under the angry gazes of all the members, she stood up, waved her wide sleeves, and showed a creepy smile to the others:

"But it's too late."

"What? What do you mean?"

From Ella's smile, the great craftsman felt that something was wrong, and he asked. Faced with this curiosity, Ella shrugged:

"I am very aware of the character flaws of our race. Being too smart makes us always suspicious and indecisive when doing big things. Therefore, I have made the decision for you privately."

"Remember the steam tank we designed for the dwarves of Ironforge? It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire Council of Artisans, and it also created the most powerful king of land warfare in the Eastern Continent, but the dwarves sold every tank

When talking about the invention, the contribution of the dwarfs would not be mentioned. They made a lot of money, but as the inventors, we did not get even a penny of profit, and we did not even have the right to name it."

"Just like what happened after we taught them how to make muskets, provided them with the blueprints of aircraft, and shared with them the idea of ​​​​underground rails, we are not the vassals of the dwarves! I don't want to be the high IQ of the dwarves.

slave!"

Ella narrowed her eyes and slammed her fists on the steel table, leaving two clear fist marks. She shouted angrily:

"Is this normal? Is this humiliation deserving? Lift your heads, cowards!"

Under Ella's order, the congressmen subconsciously raised their heads and heard Ella's sharper voice:

"I've had enough of this kind of contempt, so I asked those who agreed with me to design a new weapon for the Darkblade, and just this afternoon, those weapons smashed on the head of Ironforge's steam tank

Go up and completely destroy them!"

"Yes, I submitted the dwarves' "break-up letter" to the dwarves in this way. I'm sorry for not discussing it with you in advance."

Ella waved her sleeves and turned to leave. The moment she walked out of the door, she looked back at the dumbfounded craftsman and showed him a sweet smile:

"You may hate me, but the dwarf has only one last way left."
Chapter completed!