Remember [New] in a second! As an observer, Algalon usually would not interfere with the development process inside the planet unless he encountered a situation where he had to come forward.

This means that he rarely has the opportunity to meet with the sub-Titans such as Mimiron who were ordered to stay in Azeroth.

After tens of thousands of years, I met again with this colleague who has never seen the end of the dragon. The first reaction of the other party was to destroy the civilization of Azeroth and start everything again.

It's no wonder that the guardians of the titans, including Mimiron, don't like Algalon.

Sarlayan noticed that Mimiron looked at Raiden with strange eyes, and he winked at Raiden who was slightly distracted, signaling him to calm down his emotions.

When Mimiron and Azadas left the underground and returned to the inner hall of Ulduar, a large number of mechanical gnomes remained in the deep underground furnace of will for final inspection, and it was necessary to ensure that the restart process was foolproof.

Raiden didn't waste too much time on speeches and explanations. After receiving Sharlayan's hint, he immediately changed the subject and talked about Ulduar's work schedule after the restart of the Forge of Will.

Sharlayan is not interested in the work content of the Titan Guardians, because at this stage their main task is still post-war reconstruction.

A guardian civil war, from the outside to the inside of the Storm Peaks and Ulduar is a mess, everywhere needs to invest manpower and resources to repair.

As Sharlayan predicted before, if there is no major event that requires the Titan Guardians to be dispatched, at least in the next few years, it is unlikely that they will have the time to leave the storm cliff to go out.

Mimiron has always kept his promises. After Raiden announced the end of the meeting, he hurriedly dragged Sharlayan to his palace, intending to rub a portable platinum disc reader on the spot.

Onyxia was too lazy to follow Mimiron to his workshop full of engine oil. After saying goodbye to Sharlayan, she held the navigation robot again and continued the unfinished visit.

Mimiron is worthy of being the strongest engineering master in the world today. While he was clinking and manipulating the mechanical arm, he was able to chat with Sharlayan while being distracted.

"Drawings? Small questions."

Hearing that Sarlayan wanted the blueprints for supporting the base station and mobile phone, Mimiron readily agreed.

"But it's a pity."

Mimiron said with some embarrassment: "Before we parted last time, I clearly said that I would help you update and iterate this technology, but... you also know what happened afterwards, and it was still delayed after all."

Sharlayan smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it will take a lot of time to fully understand this set of technologies. Subsequent updates and iterations can be done slowly, and it's best not to take too big a step."

This is a very simple truth. The production of mobile phones and base stations consumes resources.

Portable terminals like mobile phones are okay. If the technology is upgraded, a new version will be released and a wave of leeks will be enough.

But if a full set of technology upgrades is required, wouldn't the base stations that Quel'Thalas invested a lot of resources in the past be in vain?

Besides, only the technology that can be thoroughly researched is truly our own, so that we can better cultivate relevant technical talents, and throwing out too advanced theories and technologies at one time will run the risk of backfiring the seedlings.

As the saying goes, if the foundation is not solid, the earth will shake and the mountains will shake. Sharlayan will not do this kind of thing in a hurry for quick success.

Compared with when it was controlled by Yogg-Saron, Mimiron's workshop lacked a lot of unknown creations.

Obviously, he himself felt disgusted with the things produced during that period of brain damage, and disposed of them all early.

Among them was the huge robot that Mimiron had driven before.

"Ah~ You said that."

Mimiron thought for a while before answering: "From the perspective of design concept, that robot is not without merit, but in terms of details... it can only be described as unbearable to look at."

"Speaking of this." Sharlayan asked curiously: "Have you seen my design drawings on the crawler track? Compared with the track that adapts to all terrains, is it really necessary to develop a biped robot?"

"Yes, but not absolutely necessary."

Mimiron explained casually: "Let me make an analogy, if you need to climb in some occasions, your tracked combat vehicle will not be able to do it."

"At this time, robots with flexible limbs can show their advantages."

"My suggestion is... build them all. After all, you can't rely on just one weapon to eat the world, right? Why don't you make it for actual combat testing?"

"As far as I know, Quel'Thalas is already very wealthy in the mortal kingdom, so it's unlikely that he will lack such resources."

Sharlayan smiled wryly and rubbed the center of his brows: "The problem is not the material resources, but the time cost that needs to be consumed."

"As you know, magic technology in Quel'Thalas has only just started for a few years, and there is a serious shortage of both industry-related researchers and craftsmen."

"Cultivating talents takes time, and the time for us to develop with peace of mind in this troubled Azeroth is only a few years. Time is not waiting."

Mimiron was also quite helpless about this: "If the engine of the Creator and the engine of Nalaksha are not damaged, I can support a group of mechanical gnomes to you. Unfortunately, there is no if."

Ulduar himself is still waiting to be done, and many places are inseparable from Mimiron and his mechanical gnomes. At this moment, he has no spare time to allocate manpower to reinforce Sharlayan.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to ask."

Sharlayan patted his forehead and asked Mimiron, "How is the damage to the Creator Engine and Nalaksha Engine? How long will it take to repair?"

Mimiron sighed helplessly, "It's not optimistic."

"The engine of Nalaksha is not bad, it just went down due to overloading, the overall structure is not damaged much, and the production capacity should be gradually restored within 5 years."

"As for the creator engine..."

Mimiron shook his head: "Due to Loken's unrestrained use of violence, that thing is almost completely scrapped, and it will take at least several hundred years to fully restore it, so there is no hope for the time being."

"It's okay for the time being." Sharlayan rolled his eyes and complained: "Our understanding of the word 'temporary' may be a little bit wrong."

Mimiron tilted his head in doubt: "Aren't hundreds of years just temporary?"

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[For Mimiron, who has lived at least tens of thousands of years, a few hundred years is really not a big number. 】

Sarlayan chatted with the bullet chatting dumbfoundingly: "I don't have any idea about the passage of time in just a few years now, but hundreds of years... It seems that I still need to continue to adapt to the concept of time of the longevity species."

…

Although the efficiency of Mimiron's invention and creation is astonishing, as he himself said, it still takes a whole day to make this little toy called the Titan Learning Machine by the barrage.

Before production was complete, Sharlayan and Mimiron first heard Raidon's call through the broadcast equipment in the studio.

"It's about time."

Temporarily putting down the control of the mechanical arm, Mimiron jumped down from the workbench nimbly, and casually wiped the oil on his hands with a rag.

"Let's go, it's time to witness a historic scene."

When Sharlayan and Mimiron arrived at the Hall of Guardians by subway from Mind Spark ~lightnovelpub.net~ Except for Thorim and Freya, everyone else had already arrived, including Onyxie ya.

The preparations to be done have already been made, and following Lai Deng's order, the mechanical gnomes finally pulled down the activation lever of the furnace of will.

There was no dramatic event such as the breakage of the joystick. After the furnace of will was successfully restarted, everyone present could feel some kind of wonderful rhythm from the depths of the earth, just like the pulse of the planet was beating.

"Buzz!"

The Furnace of Will, which was restarted after many years, soon resonated with the Furnace of Origin far away in Uldum, and began to re-fulfill the mission entrusted to them by the Titans, to regulate and catalyze the growth of the star soul.

"Ha~"

Just as the guardians present were all smiling and celebrating the smooth restart of the Forge of Will, Sharlayan, who was also smiling and applauding gently, suddenly heard a… lazy yawn coming from nowhere?

Sharlayan frowned slightly and put a question mark in his heart.

"Huh? Oh~ So...you woke me up, my contractor."

Sharlayan: "???"