This sounds simple, but currently, except for the Spark of Wisdom, all the temple gates have been breached by Odin and his heroes, except here, which is still impregnable.

It is said that the King of War ran over to take a look at the problems, and then directly chose to give up the attack and hired dwarfs to solve the problem.

It is euphemistically called "the trial of wisdom."

As a result, the gnomes and mechanical gnomes did not disappoint the Lord of War. They sent a group of their smartest people to challenge and solved eleven problems in less than two hours.

But whether it was Gelbin Mekkatorque, the bald and clever craftsman, or Prince Erazmin, who had completed the mechanical transformation, they were all stumped by the last question.

The mechanical gnome pirate Trixie, who was responsible for assisting His Royal Highness the Prince, ran out wearing her wasteland captain's hat and asked the mechanical gnomes to quickly bring over the ultra-fast calculator that Mechagon was developing to help the prince solve the problem. Then she copied what she had written

The title of the last question was announced to all dwarfs present.

His Royal Highness obviously hopes that all the heroes will work together.

But the problem is that after the topic was announced, the front hall of the Sparks of Wisdom, which was noisy just now, suddenly became silent.

Kelsey Steelshine, the dwarf agent commander and senior engineer of Gnomeregan, with a pen and paper in hand, gaped at the question in front of her.

A few seconds later, she covered her eyes in frustration and despair and said:

"This...what the hell is this? Have I played with guns so much that I'm so stupid that I can't even understand the question?"

Her complaints quickly won the approval of other dwarfs, and soon someone shouted loudly:

"That thing looks like a bunch of gibberish to me. Hey, Trixie, are you sure you copied it correctly? This is something that is completely impossible to solve."

The dwarfs started making noise again, and this noise soon attracted a group of mortal warriors who had just defeated a guardian lady with a big stone cat.

Old Dai Lin came over and took a look. He looked at the questions hanging in front of the dwarfs. After a few seconds, the admiral rubbed his chin, showed a very professional attitude, and said to Muradin beside him:

"This knitted pattern is very beautiful. I heard my youngest son who studies art say that this pattern seems to be called 'Salas traditional abstract style'."

"Yeah?"

The old dwarf who was drinking glanced at it, nodded in agreement and said:

"It's really pretty. It would look great as a sweater."

The words of these two ignorant old guys immediately made a group of dwarfs look at them with contempt.

But contempt is contempt, and the dwarfs have no good solution now. This is just solving problems, not slashing people with swords. There is no such thing as mathematics.

You just can't...

The cruel reality caused the dwarfs to fall into unprecedented silence. At the darkest moment of this intellectual contest, a mechanical dwarf with an unspectacular appearance hiding on the edge of the crowd suddenly raised his head and sneered twice.

He pushed his modified mechanical brain, stood up, and roughly pushed away the fools who were blocking his way. He said loudly in a cold voice that made the mechanical gnomes very frightened:

"Waste! They are all waste! This is not the way to solve this question! You have not understood the meaning of Lord Mimiron at all. The question of this question requires seven twelfth power conversion to get the correct answer.

In essence, it is just a comprehensive test of the introductory knowledge of Titan Engineering. Haha, it seems that after I left, the entire scientific and technological development of Mechagon has come to a standstill.

What a disappointment!”

"you!"

This sound made Trixie jump up from where she was. She pulled out the coil gun from her waist and pointed it at the strange mechanical dwarf, shouting:

"Are you Mechagon?"

"Yes, that's me. You should call me 'Your Majesty', you rude fellow!"

"Mechanical Ghost" King Mechagon ignored the erect coil gun at all. He sneered and walked towards the blocked problem-solving room in front of him, sarcastically saying as he walked:

"Your ship is indeed nice, but that's all.

Stupid and mediocre wisdom is not worthy of appearing in this sacred place of origin, and you inferior wisdom are not qualified for mechanical pilgrimage.

Now, get out of here!

Idiots, it seems that I have opened this last door, ah, Ulduar, the holy land of machinery, the eternal destination of all wise men, here I come!"

Amidst harsh laughter, King Mechagon strode into the sealed cabin in front of him. After a suffocating ten minutes, the door to the spark of wisdom that had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly opened.

For a moment, the dwarfs looked at me and I looked at you.
Chapter completed!