"One by one, Heimerdinger, you go first!"
Heimerdinger wiggled his butt, sitting a little more comfortably. He opened his mouth and said, "The Arcane Communicator has been improved to the standard you need, Commander! It can be officially produced at any time, if there are enough production lines."
"Oh?" Sure enough, the first one was good news, and Aiden couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Viktor snorted, "Isn't it because of my reminder?"
The original problems plaguing the Arcane Communicator were high manufacturing costs, insufficient performance, and the need for a large number of professional operators. After this period of improvement, the first two problems have been greatly improved, and the latter problem was pointed out by Viktor, who recently joined the laboratory – why professional operators? That was originally a very mechanical job, and only something with extremely low intelligence could complete it.
And there happens to be such an existence in the League of Legends – that is, the "minions" in Summoner's Rift.
These minions are artificially manufactured, with only the most basic logic. They will not listen to human instructions, and their only thought is to walk out of the barracks and then follow a fixed route to attack the opponent's minions, defense towers, and heroes.
It is actually a creation of Zaun technology. So, after hearing this, Viktor directly gave a perfect solution – summon a Crystal Nexus that can produce minions, and then adapt the logic programming of these minions, and they can perfectly serve as operators.
Everything is solved!
Aiden thought to himself that indeed, one person's plan is short, and two people's plan is long! Letting these scientists from different systems learn from each other's strengths will definitely spark ideas.
"Then start trial production. We are about to go to war, so equip it as soon as possible!" Aiden immediately made a decision.
Next, Viktor said, "I am upgrading the defense system of Los Angeles. I have a research project that can increase the firepower of old-fashioned defense towers by 50%. After the transformation, the attack of the defense tower will change from slow energy bullets to continuous laser beams. Efficient and powerful!"
Aiden understood immediately – isn't this the appearance of the high ground defense tower in the game?
Ziggs said, "I am trying to make another kind of high-efficiency explosive, more efficient and safer than Hexplosives. But it still needs some time!"
Finally, it was Gixil's turn. The goblin rubbed his hands and said, "I brought a few of my clansmen! Commander, I guarantee they are all truly talented guys! We have jointly built a goblin zeppelin! Although its speed is slower than a helicopter, it can carry more than 1.5 tons of heavy objects at a time. It can be used to transport personnel and supplies, and can also be used for air strikes after modification! And its range is very, very far!"
"It's already manufactured?" Aiden's eyes lit up. Goblin zeppelins are a cheap and efficient means of air transportation, and their strategic significance is very important. After Dalaran ascends, the zeppelin will become the best means of communication between it and the ground. This is definitely good news!
"Very good, Jixil, your bonus is secured!" Aiden said with a smile.
After the arrangements here were completed, Aiden directly boarded the zeppelin. He wanted to personally participate in the maiden voyage and could just rush to the Burning Wood Village front line from Los Angeles.
The war in Gilneas is in full swing, and he can even send people to support the resistance there by zeppelin.
—
When King Genn retreated from Gilneas City, he envisioned connecting the three southern Gilnean territories of Duskhaven, Aderic's Stead, and Stormglen into a solid line of defense to hold out for reinforcements. His vision was realized, but he himself died at the hands of Ashbury.
Lord Godfrey learned of his thoughts from Ashbury and realized that he could not report the true situation to Prince Liam: King Genn's death was a fait accompli. If he told Liam that the Alliance had secretly instructed Ashbury to kill the King, then Liam would definitely turn against the Alliance. This would only cause Gilneas to lose its last hope and be completely buried under the Scourge's offensive. There was no other meaning.
For the future of Gilneas, he could only choose to collude.
He and Ashbury sorted everything out and then came out to meet Envoy Overlight. He took the liberty of making decisions for Liam and signed a contract with the Alliance. There were no harsh conditions in the contract, only stating that Alliance troops would enter their territorial waters and territories to rescue survivors, and then try to resettle all refugees. The most important part was the requirement that Gilneas would advance and retreat together with the Alliance in resisting the Scourge.
Godfrey signed his name without hesitation and exchanged the contract.
Envoy Overlight finally smiled, "Welcome back to the Alliance!"
"We have gone too far down the wrong path. I am very glad that our former allies have not abandoned us," Lord Godfrey's words were equally sincere.
Overlight said, "Our troops are already at sea and urgently need guides familiar with the sea area. Time is of the essence. Please send someone to come with us! The sooner the Alliance troops land, the more innocent people can be saved."
"Alright, I'll arrange it immediately!" Baron Ashbury agreed. He was finally completely relieved. Although the Alliance did not welcome Genn, it tolerated the other Gilneans. And the Envoy was also a man of his word.
After everything was settled, Tirion Fordring escorted the Envoy back, accompanied by naval guides from Stormglen who were most familiar with the Gilnean waters. Then Godfrey also said goodbye to Ashbury, "I'm going back to report. You… I hope you don't forget your original intention."
"Everything for Gilneas!" Ashbury nodded.
—
Prince Liam's gloomy gaze constantly swept over the two people in front of him, Lord Godfrey and Lord Harford. One was his father's most trusted minister, and the other was his father's confidant. But these two people came to two completely different conclusions about one thing.
Godfrey looked calm and composed. He told Liam that King Genn was indeed killed by assassination, and even his body was snatched away by the Scourge.
Harford told him all the details of Genn's assassination, including the conversation between Ashbury and Genn at the time.
'King Genn, you have disappointed us too much.'
'Gilneas doesn't need a selfish and short-sighted King like you. The Alliance doesn't need an unreliable ally like you either!'
'The fatuous Genn is dead, and we Gilneans will make Liam Greymane the new King!'
He kept recalling what Ashbury had said that Harford had told him. Could it be that the Alliance really instructed Ashbury to assassinate his father behind his back?
He looked at Harford, who looked frightened and uneasy, and felt that his words were not so reliable.
Godfrey said in a low voice, "Prince Liam—perhaps I should change my title to King. You need to understand that our enemy is the Scourge. Do you still remember how the Scourge broke out? It was because someone bewitched the bishops of the Cathedral of Light, so that our people ate food that had been released with the plague without any precautions!"
"I… I understand." All of Liam's anger was suppressed. He woke up and realized that it was indeed possible that the Scourge had used illusions to bewitch Harford. Because such behavior was most beneficial to the Scourge.
In his heart, he was unwilling to admit that his father would fail to the point where even his ministers would betray him and assassinate him.
"Lord Harford, take a good rest." Liam said coldly, then turned to Vincent Godfrey and said, "Lord Godfrey, you did the right thing. Gilneas will not doubt the Alliance."
Godfrey breathed a sigh of relief.
—
Today's Burning Wood Village is a gathering of armies. All 12,000 troops of the Valoran Federation are stationed here, and Darius's Gilnean Brigade has also been transferred here. After several days of travel, the Southern Lordaeron Army, led by General Garithos, also arrived here.
(T/N:Don't expect me to know fantasy geography, especially Gilneas)
Prince Arthas of Lordaeron also went on the expedition with the army, and he brought a team of Silver Hand paladins here.
However, as soon as he arrived, he was pulled to a remote place by Jaina.
He was a little strange. Since the failure of the operation to encircle Scholomance a few months ago, there had been very little contact between them. They almost only greeted each other when they met. He was very sorry for this and thought that his first love had finally come to an end.
But, what's going on now?
"Arthas…" Jaina pulled him to a deserted place, looking a little nervous.
Arthas was a little strange. Could it be… Some romantic thoughts appeared in his mind.
"What's wrong, Jaina?"
"There's something, a very important thing!" Jaina became very serious. She thought of the fate of Arthas on the original timeline that Aiden had said, which was really terrible.
"What's the matter?" Arthas felt his heart beating a little faster.
"You must, must remember," Jaina warned nervously, "There is an evil sword of the Lich King in Northrend. It will lure the ignorant to pull it out. Then that person will be directly controlled by the Lich King's will and become his servant. That sword is called 'Frostmourne', you must remember it, don't touch it!"
Arthas frowned and asked, "How do you know?"
"I eavesdropped. You… don't think so much, promise me, Alright? Don't touch that sword, don't even think about it!" Jaina's delicate face was pleading, and her eyes were so helpless that people couldn't help but feel pity.
Arthas felt a little heavy in his heart. He realized that this might be the "history" that Aiden saw from the timeline, and he nodded heavily: "I promise you, Jaina!"
"Ah…" Jaina only felt a sourness in her nose, and tears fell down. She threw herself into Arthas's broad shoulders, hugged him tightly, and said with a sob, "I'm really scared. When I heard those things, Arthas, promise me, don't…"
Arthas hugged her tightly, feeling the trembling body of the person in his arms. He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, and said in a low voice: "I promise you, I will never touch that sword!"