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"Yes, thanks to you, Geborg's Hand needs a major overhaul again. It's fair to put the money on your tab, right?"

Tennys glared at Brian with annoyance.

"...Um...no problem..."

Although he knew that a major overhaul of such a robotic arm would cost a fortune, Brian had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept the expense. After all, he was the one ultimately responsible for this situation...

————————————————One hour later————————————————————

After cleaning up the battlefield, Tennys and the others gathered together anything valuable or potentially useful they found. Brian took the precious metals and gems first, while Tennys readily accepted what looked like mechanical components. Then there was... a small pile of various boards with unintelligible labels.

"can't read."

Of the five, Elisferatu, who had the deepest understanding of writing, spent a long time analyzing what was written on these metal or rock slabs, then shook his head in frustration, indicating that he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Me too, Ellis."

Brian looked up, his eyes darting around. He felt like his brain had been brainwashed by these strange hieroglyphs.

“These words…yes, they are Titan script…some survivors of Gnomeregan studied these words when Gnomeregan was still operating.”

Compared to the two who were completely confused, Tennys actually gained something.

"Titan script? These characters were really left behind by the Titans?"

Brian perked up instantly upon hearing Tennys's words.

"It might not necessarily be Titans. It could be one of their servants or something... Just like the core that destroyed Gnomeregan, it was the same thing we just destroyed—a servant of Titans."

As Tennys spoke, she took pictures of the words on the stone slab.

"Could you translate them, Miss Tanya?"

"No, that's not my area of ​​research. However, some blood elves from Quel'Thalas are doing academic research in this area. Do you need me to ask them for you?"

"I need it! I need it!"

Brian nodded frantically.

"Um."

With Brian's approval, Tannis didn't say much and dialed a number. In less than ten seconds, the voice of a male blood elf came through her communicator.

"Tannis, the great tinkerer, is there anything urgent?"

"I discovered some writing in an ancient ruin. Could you please translate it for me?"

"can."

"Okay, I've sent the picture. Get ready to receive it."

Tanis tapped a few times on her mechanical assistant, sending the pictures she had taken to the data terminal of the Ancient Literature Association. About a minute later, the male blood elf's voice sounded again.

“I’m sorry, Miss Tannis, if possible, could we send a few scholars to the site? We need to determine the approximate shape of these fragmented pieces before we can perform a systematic translation.”

"...Brian, what do you think?"

"I don't care!"

Upon learning that the Ancient Documents Association might have a solution, Brian never considered denying it.

“OK, Bennock, send your men to the Tinker Building. I’ve already prepared the anchor point.”

——————————————Waiting Divider——————————————————

With a soft hum as the portal activated, a female blood elf with light golden hair, wearing a large black witch's hat and several bandages on her face, a string of various tools and several potions hanging from her waist, a black cloak draped over her back, and a staff that looked like a broom on her back, hopped in from the portal with a beaming smile and greeted everyone present in a very familiar manner.

"Hello! I am Iggy! One of the councilors of the Ancient Documents Society! I have been sent by President Bennock to assist you!"

"......"

Brian twitched his lips as he looked at Iggy, whose demeanor was completely unlike that of an archaeologist.

"Um, Miss Iggy, what is the purpose of your Ancient Literature Association's research on Titan script?"

"Huh? The purpose..."

Iggy rested his chin on his right hand and thought for a moment, seemingly considering how to say it.

"Our goal... is to restore some of the ancient Titan technology so that we can use it for our own purposes... right?"

48. 'Remove the Curse' Gagaran!

Before the destruction of Quel'Thalas, there was a small group of high elves who had little interest in arcane magic but were fascinated by Azeroth's distant past. Although for the elves, millennia of heritage meant that most of them were living history themselves, this was in contrast to later-developing races like humans, dwarves, and gnomes...

After the fall of Quel'Thalas, these archaeology-loving elves, who were often scattered around the world exploring and digging, mostly escaped the tragic fate of being tormented by magic addiction. However, this did not excite them, because they found that their knowledge was of no help whatsoever in the reconstruction or revenge of Quel'Thalas.

It wasn't until they arrived in Ratchet that these blood elves discovered the significance of their research—as a race that often measured time in centuries, the elves of the Ancient Literature Society had deciphered a portion of the Titan script, which was inextricably linked to Titan technology long lost to history. As for the destructive and creative power of Titan technology—well, Gnomeregan was the best example.

As a result, these blood elves threw themselves into archaeological excavation even more enthusiastically, especially the study of ruins related to the Titans. By restoring some of the machinery in the Titan ruins, and combining it with the tinkering system of Ratchet, the arcane system of the blood elves, the voodoo system of the trolls, the holy light system of the priests, and so on, they created a hodgepodge of forces that was leaky from all sides but surprisingly effective. Although many people complained that their fighting style was very un-elfly, it was clear that these archaeologists were enjoying themselves.

"So, don't be surprised if she has Holy Light in her left hand, Shadow in her right, and a fireball on her head. Her profession is a hodgepodge; she uses everything. The difference between her and a Tinker is that their equipment often only borrows mechanical structures from engineering, while the core is derived from various magic, witchcraft, or other spells. This is the opposite of a Tinker's characteristic of being primarily engineering-based with magic as a secondary element. If we are engineers, they are sorcerers..."

While explaining Iggy's professional characteristics to Brian, Tannis's lips twitched. After all, when she first met Iggy, the way Iggy set up a huge cauldron and frantically threw lava blocks outwards was so reminiscent of her own experience, not to mention that her name itself was also a kind of reminiscent of her.

"War Scholar? That's a good title! Can I use it?!"

Suddenly, Ichina's lively voice rang out.

"No problem, whatever makes you happy, Miss Archaeologist Iggy."

Although she was tempted to collect a royalty, Tennys, with a look of utter bewilderment on her face, ultimately gave up on the idea.

"Now call me the sorcerer Iggy! Archaeology is just a means! Restoration technology is the goal!"

"...Alright, sorcerer Iggy, this place isn't safe. How much longer will it take you to finish the repairs?"

"Almost there, almost there, half an hour at most—by the way, Tannis, the great Tinker, do you sell the outer casing and activation device of the Elemental Grenade separately at your Tinker Building?"

Iggy, who was gluing some pieces together, abruptly changed the subject.

"Selling is fine, but why don't you buy the finished product?"

"I have some stuff on hand, it would be a waste to just throw it away, but making the casing myself doesn't feel right... Haha, so tiring, I strongly demand to be paid!"

Iggy took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then took out a bottle of beverage and gulped it down.

"The color of this drink... is it really not poisonous?!"

With a look of horror, Renault stared at the dark green, sticky, and seemingly bubbly beverage in the glass bottle in Iggy's hand, and vaguely had the illusion that 'a sip of that stuff will kill you.'

"No, this is an energy drink brewed by the member of our Ancient Literature Association who is the most knowledgeable about troll herbalism. Would you like a small bottle?"

With a smile, Iggy pulled a test tube filled with the same green liquid from his waist and handed it to Renault, whose mouth had turned into a "w" shape.

"Thank you... I think I'll pass..."

Although Reno was also interested in the elves' things, the thing Iggy brought out looked terrifying no matter how you looked at it. For his own safety, Reno decisively refused to accept it.

"What a shame, this thing..."

Before Iggy could finish speaking, Ellis, who had somehow appeared beside her, snatched the test tube from her hand, opened the stopper, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp. Before Iggy could protest, Ellis, wiping the remaining liquid from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, had already spoken.

"This potion actually contains elements of nature. Don't you High Elves... no, Blood Elves hate Druids the most?"

"With the country destroyed and the family ruined, what's there to hate or not hate? If it weren't for Miss Tanis's colorless crystal that saved most of our people's lives, I can't even imagine what path the blood elves would be on now."

He took the test tube back and put it back at his waist. Izzy's words silenced Iris.

Sensing that the atmosphere around them seemed a bit heavy, Brian quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Um... Miss Iggy, did you glean any valuable information while piecing things together?"

"So far, what I've pieced together is like a nameplate, indicating the purpose of something. Hmm... Earth Spirit, is this what the machine produces?"

Yes, yes, yes!!

Brian nodded vigorously, now completely reassured that Iggy could read Titan script.

"In short, I think these things are very likely to do little more than help our Ancient Documents Association uncover some secrets of unknown Titan script, so Prince Brian, don't get your hopes up too high."

Iggy's words made Brian's eyes widen instantly.

"Do you know what our Explorers' Guild is looking for?"

"It's not like we in Quel'Thalas haven't had exchanges with your Ironforge before. Isn't the biggest topic of your Explorers' League the origin of dwarves?"

Do you have any leads?

"Of course not!"

Iggy answered confidently, and then the shadow of a stone loomed over her head.

"careful!"

However, without Brian's reminder, Iggy quickly smashed a bottle of medicine on the ground, using the recoil to bounce himself away. At the same time, he threw a round glass ball in the direction from which the stone flew. With a crash, the hole in the hall was transformed into a lava hell.

However, the attackers were not destroyed by this lava hell. Instead, they stepped on the ankle-deep red liquid and slowly approached Brian and his companions.

"You're a Dark Iron dwarf? No! Why have your left hand and face turned to stone?!"

"Me? I was once a Dark Iron dwarf, but now my curse has been partially removed, and my lost past has returned to my body..."

Gargan, who had already turned to stone, raised his hand, and the surrounding rocks and soil seemed to respond to his movement, slowly undulating.

"Die! You bronzebeard dwarf, still bound by the curse!!!"

49. The Secret of Uldaman

"What do we do with this guy?"

"Just leave it here and ignore it? We don't have much time."

"No, no! We can definitely get some valuable information out of him—especially with his half-rock-like appearance, Brian, aren't you interested?"

“I am indeed very interested, but Dark Iron dwarves are still dwarves, and they are just as stubborn as we are.”

"Relax, as long as it's an intelligent being, there's bound to be a way to make him talk happily, don't you think, Tennyson the Great Tinker?"

"If you think so, then so be it..."