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October 4th

The current weather in Orgrimmar seems very unusual, with temperatures still at the standard level in summer and atmospheric pressures seriously exceeding the standard.

The metal structures in the city absorb and store this heat, turning Orgrimmar into a big hot stove.

I'm preparing for the 50th test this afternoon, with my capacitance converter. Some fine tuning is needed to adjust the energy release function.

During the experiment, I thought of a delicacy, sprinkle a gram of salt on the venison, and... what the recipe is, I forgot.

I heard that the trade king Gary Vicks held a horse racing competition in his Forget-Asia Palace, I really wanted to go and see it, but the great chief's career is even more important.

October 4th

The capacitor converter still doesn't maintain the expected reasonable energy efficiency! More data needs to be run. Meanwhile, I found something very charming - women.

On my way out after the test today, I passed by a young female elf. We gave each other a look of hidden absurdity! I need to ponder about this tonight and think about whether I need a female assistant.

Before the auction house closed, I went there again and bought a compass.

October 15th

I invented an automated gadget. The current name is: A-3t. It has the same speed and characteristics as the real thing. It will crow and imitate the movements of people around it. Yes! That's right! It's a chicken... Well, maybe the name of the mechanical bird is more suitable.

I plan to install a turbine on it to see if it can fly. If possible, install a language recognition device and a dialogue device. Let it buy what I need for me after I run out of my experimental materials... It seems that it needs to be equipped with an automatic payment system. But there is always an orc called Lakgaum who harasses me, making me unable to concentrate.

In addition, today's experiment today's toxic acid drops onto my shoes. It's so troublesome.

November 3

I tested the automated mechanical bird today. When the machine started, its turbine seemed to be too strong! Even with the lowest gear, it completely knocked down an orc. Obviously, I underestimated my invention...I want to go back and adjust as soon as possible.

But my priority now is the capacitor converter; I have to adjust its balance problem before lunch. Once it is in good condition, I need to test it elsewhere. Orgrimmar is too crowded and proves not to do a sufficient field research. I came up with a way that I intend to add a little bit of insulator into the battery so that it doesn't overheat.

I forgot the date.

Obviously, Orgrimmar has been too nervous recently. Many metal materials cannot be bought and all of them are used to smelter weapons. The chief's will has to execute it. It seems that I have to go elsewhere to find the materials I need. The Stone Claw Mountains are a good place, but it is too far away to go. It seems that my capacitance converter project must be suspended for research.

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There was enough things going on today. Belmont was surprised by the knock on the door. It seemed that the entire Rapidsburg people were coming to him.

"Come in!" the undead shouted hoarsely.

To his surprise, what came in was a dusty dark ranger. He didn't look like he came from Shadow Tooth Castle, but Kalimdo.

"Master Belmont." Dark Ranger was a man. He gave a simple greeting and put a piece of paper that had been folded several times in front of the leader of the Dark Blade without waiting for Belmont's response.

Belmont glanced at Ranger in confusion and slowly opened the thing in front of him. His hands felt the thickness and roughness of the paper, and the doubts on his face became more obvious. This was the news from Orgrim. But why did it come in this way? It was completely different from the past. Orgrim's intelligence chief Ux Bloodspeaker is a calm and experienced spy. If he did not inform him in advance, he would not change the style of the intelligence casually.

"Who gave you this?"

When Belmont asked, the dark ranger's face was another unpredictable emotion, such as anger or unwillingness.

"He has a higher position than me. So he said. When I was monitoring the Goblin Territory of Forget-Asia in the north of Orgrimmar, he found me and asked me to come here to find the master of the Withered One as fast as possible."

"So, the one you are looking for is in Orgrimmar?"

The Dark Ranger nodded, "He is..."

"Okay, stop talking." Belmont interrupted him with his hand. "You did a great job, but you must forget about it and not mention it to anyone. Now, go down."

The door was closed heavily. Belmont looked at the paper half opened in his hand. From the words of the Dark Ranger, he probably guessed who sent the letter. If it weren't for something particularly important, the one who could not have risked exposure to it.

So what happened, is something wrong with Orgrimmar?

Belmont opened the letter paper, and the strange words and unorganized diaries were completely used to deliver the most basic message to the Forgotten.

"The first diary." Belmont began to interpret the contents of the letter, which didn't take too long. "It was 'grams'."

"The second is 'Ruo'." The undead stared at the word "compass" on the letter, and then continued to look down.

"M and Gar? Kromga?" Belmont was stunned for a while. The most obvious content in the letter turned out to be the same name. The new king of the tribe, Kromga, is a general who was recently promoted by Hellscream, intending to replace King Sarufal.

"A-3t? The army is more than 3,000. The location is..." Belmont checked, and soon he knew why the master had worked so hard to put the sword of Withering in Orgrim.

"Stone Claw Mountain?" Belmont slapped his hands together with the paper on the table.

The tribe actually had plans to invade south during its next military operations. The Stone Claw Mountains are located in the desolate land, which is the north of the Forgotten Base Camp. There is also Phelas, and that place is Stone Claw Mountain to the south. It is common for the Alliance and the Horde to fight there, but now, Hellscream actually makes his subordinates attack Stone Claw Mountain with more than three thousand men. It is easy to imagine what he would do if he succeeded, and he would find that the Forgotten Lands in the desolate land would continue to let the army go south.

Belmont paced back and forth. He estimated that there were only a few hundred troops stationed in Maraton, and it was too late for the army at Fort Rapids to return. The leader of the Dan Blade reminded himself to stay calm. What would he do if the master encountered this situation?

He thought for a while and shouted, "Malcolm, Sansa, come in!"

Two Forsaken men, one man and one woman walked into the door. They were dressed the same, and were all dressed as ordinary guards. The only difference was that they both straightened their backs, and only Belmont knew that their particularity was not limited to this.
Chapter completed!