As an observer, Algalon usually does not interfere with the internal development process of the planet unless he encounters a situation where he has to intervene.
This means that he rarely has the chance to meet with Mimiron and other secondary titans who were ordered to stay in Azeroth.
After tens of thousands of years, I met again with this colleague who had never seen the dragon before. The other person's first reaction was to destroy the civilization of Azeroth and start everything again.
It's no wonder that the Titan Guardians, including Mimiron, have no good impressions of Algalon.
Sarlayan noticed that Mimiron looked at Laiden a little strangely, and he glanced at Laiden 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 Forge of Will buried deep underground for final inspections, making sure that the restart process was flawless.
Laiden did not waste much time on speeches and explanations. After receiving Sarlayan's signal, he immediately changed the topic and turned to talk about Ulduar's work schedule after the Forge of Will restarted.
Sarlayan is not interested in the work content of the Titan Guardians, because at this stage their main task is to rebuild after the war.
A civil war among the Guardians has turned Storm Peaks and Ulduar into a mess from the outside in, requiring manpower and resources to be repaired everywhere.
As Sharlayan predicted before, if there is no major event that requires the dispatch of the Titan Guardians, at least in the next few years, they are unlikely to have time to leave the Storm Peaks.
Mimiron always kept his promises. After Laiden announced that the meeting was over, he hurriedly pulled Sarlayan towards his palace, intending to rub a portable platinum disc reader on the spot.
Onyxia was too lazy to follow Mimiron to his oil-filled studio. After Shi Shiran said goodbye to Sarlayan, she once again held the navigation robot and continued her unfinished visit.
Mimiron is worthy of being the strongest engineering master in the world today. While he is clanging his mechanical arm and knocking here and there, he can still be distracted and chatting with Sarlayan.
"Drawings? Small problem."
Hearing that Sarlayan wanted the supporting design drawings of the base station and mobile phone, Mimiron readily agreed.
"But it's a pity."
Mimiron said with some embarrassment: "Before we left last time, I clearly said that I would help you update this technology, but... you also know what happened later, and it was still delayed after all."
Sarlayan smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it will take a lot of time to fully understand this technology. Subsequent updates and iterations can be done slowly, and it is best not to take too big steps."
This is a very simple truth. The production of mobile phones and base stations requires resources.
Portable terminals such as mobile phones are okay. If the technology is upgraded, at worst, a new version will be released and another wave of leeks will be cut.
But if a full set of technology upgrades are required, wouldn't the base stations that Quel'Thalas invested a lot of resources in building before be in vain?
Besides, only technologies that can be studied thoroughly are truly your own. Only in this way can we better cultivate relevant technical talents. Throwing out too advanced theories and technologies at once will run the risk of defeating the purpose.
As the saying goes, if the foundation is not strong, the ground will shake. Sarlayan 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 has fewer creations of unknown meaning.
Obviously, he himself felt disgusted with the things produced during that period of brain failure, and got rid of them all early.
Among them was the huge robot that Mimiron had driven before.
"Ah~ you said that."
Mimiron thought for a moment before answering: "From a design perspective, that robot is not without merit, but in terms of details... it can only be described as unbearable to look at."
"Speaking of this." Sarlayan asked curiously: "Have you also seen my design drawings about crawler tracks? Compared with all-terrain adaptive crawler tracks, is it really necessary to develop bipedal robots?"
"Yes, but it's not completely necessary."
Mimiron explained casually: "Let me use an analogy, if there are certain situations where climbing is required, your tracked chariot will not be able to do it."
"At this time, robots with flexible limbs can show their advantages."
"My suggestion is... make it all. After all, you can't just rely on one weapon to eat everything, right? Why don't you make it for actual combat testing?"
"As far as I know, Quel'Thalas is already very wealthy among the mortal realms, so it's unlikely that they will lack such resources."
Sarlayan smiled bitterly and rubbed his eyebrows: "The problem is not the material resources, but the time cost that needs to be consumed."
"As you know, Quel'Thalas' magic technology has only just started a few years ago, and there is a serious shortage of industry-related researchers and craftsmen."
"Cultivating talents takes time, and in this troubled Azeroth, we only have a few years to develop with peace of mind. Time waits for no one."
Mimiron was also quite helpless about this: "If the Creator Engine and Nalaksha Engine are not damaged, I can support you with a group of mechanical gnomes. Unfortunately, there is no if."
Ulduar himself is still in need of help, and Mimiron and his mechanical gnomes are inseparable from many places. At this time, he has no spare manpower to reinforce Sharlayan.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to ask."
Sarlayan slapped his forehead and asked Mimiron: "How is the damage to the Creator Engine and Nalaksha Engine? How long will it take to repair it?"
Mimiron sighed helplessly and solemnly: "It's not optimistic."
"The Nalaksha engine is still in good condition. It just shut down due to overload operation. The overall structure is not seriously damaged. Production capacity should be gradually restored within five years."
"As for the Creator Engine..."
Mimiron shook his head: "Due to Loken's uncontrolled use of violence, that thing was almost completely scrapped. It will take at least hundreds of years to completely repair it, so we can't hope for the time being."
"It's okay for the time being." Sarlayan rolled his eyes and complained: "Our understanding of the word 'temporarily' may be a little biased."
Mimiron tilted his head in confusion: "Aren't hundreds of years just temporary?"
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[For Mimiron, who has lived for at least tens of thousands of years, a few hundred years is really not a big number. 】
Sarlayan chatted with the barrage in a state of laughter and tears: "I have no 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 time concept of the immortal species."
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Although Mimiron's inventions and creations are astonishingly efficient, as he himself said, it still takes a whole day to make this little toy, nicknamed the Titan Learning Machine by Danmaku.
Before the production was completed, Sarlayan and Mimiron first heard Laden's call through the broadcast equipment in the studio.
"It's time."
Temporarily putting down the control of the robotic arm, Mimiron jumped down from the workbench nimbly and casually wiped the engine oil on his hands with a rag.
"Let's go, it's time to witness a historic scene."
When Sarlayan Mimiron took the subway from the Spark of Thought to the Hall of Guardians, everyone except Thorim and Freya had arrived, including Onyxia.
All the preparations that needed to be made had been made. Following Laideng's order, the mechanical gnomes finally pulled the activation rocker of the Forge of Will.
There were no dramatic events such as the joystick breaking. After the Forge of Will was successfully restarted, everyone present could feel some kind of wonderful rhythm coming from the depths of the earth, just like the pulse of the planet beating.
"Buzz!"
The Forge of Will, which was restarted after many years, soon resonated with the Forge of Origin far away in Uldum, and began to resume the tasks originally assigned to them by the Titans, regulating and catalyzing the growth of star souls.
"Ha~"
Just as the guardians present were smiling and beginning to celebrate the successful restart of the Forge of Will, Sharlayan, who was also smiling and applauding softly, suddenly heard a... lazy yawn coming from an unknown source?
Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly and raised a question mark in his heart.
"Huh? Oh~ So...it was you who woke me up, my contractor."
Sarlayan: "???"
