I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

The subway moved slowly in the dark tunnel, and the dwarves operated the various equipment in the cab in an orderly manner.

Only Mekkatorque had nothing specific to do. He stood on a stool, frowned, and stared at the front of the train with a serious expression.

The front of the train was equipped with a huge high beam, emitting a dazzling light.

However, the tunnel seemed to be filled with a dark atmosphere, and the light seemed to be shattered by the darkness, and could only illuminate a short distance of about two meters in front of the car.

Alvin's eyes wandered around the cab, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

The dwarves are indeed worthy of being scientists of the Alliance. In this magical world, they even created a subway.

The entire cab looks like the interior of a tank.

In particular, there is a curved hatch in the middle of the cab, and in the corner there are some boxes with exploding skull logos on them.

"Did the dwarves install a cannon on the subway?! Why would they install a cannon on the subway?"

Alvin swallowed his saliva. He had heard that dwarfs were imaginative and had active minds, and today he finally saw it for himself.

"Mr. Alvin, look ahead..."

At this time, Mekkatorque spoke, his expression serious.

"Front?"

Alvin stood up, leaned over the front of the car, and looked forward through the windshield.

I saw the searchlight illuminating a section of the road ahead, and the rails were rapidly retreating under the car.

"Did you notice anything was wrong?"

"?"

Alvin took another closer look.

It was dark, really dark, and the cave where the light shone was completely dark.

and many more......

It seems that the darkness is moving?

Alvin widened his eyes and looked carefully.

The darkness is really moving!

No, to be precise, there are some black things moving on the ground and walls of the tunnel!

Crowded and in groups!

“It’s a rat!!!”

Alvin exclaimed, "Why are there so many rats?!"

"Oh!"

Before Alvin finished speaking, a fat rat fell from the top of the tunnel, hitting the windshield and was smashed to pieces by the huge impact of the train!

The fragments of the mouse immediately covered the glass, right in front of Alvin's face.

If there wasn't a windshield, it would be Alvin himself who would have had the rat stuck in his face.

Although he had been through many battles since coming to this world, the sudden appearance of the rat corpse really shocked Alvin, and he almost released a "Mind Blast"!

"Yes, rats. Lots of rats! Lots of big black rats!"

"These guys are what I call a difficult problem! It may not seem like a big deal to you, but for us dwarves, it's an extremely difficult battle!"

Mekkatorque laughed and put a new pair of goggles on his eyes.

He jumped off the stool, opened a cabinet door, and shouted loudly.

"Brothers! Prepare to fight!"

"Let these damn rats know that we dwarves are not to be trifled with! Drive them out of our place! If they refuse to leave, I'll blast them into dust!"

Then he took out a gun from the cabinet...

Alvin suspected that he had seen it wrong, and rubbed his eyes hard. He was right, it was an assault rifle!

The other dwarves shouted back at their leader.

In addition to the driver who was driving the motorcycle, everyone else was also armed.

Instantly, the dwarf craftsman team transformed into a fully armed dwarf special forces team!

Mekkatorque, wearing green goggles, turned on the searchlight on his helmet, picked up his assault rifle, opened a window in the carriage a crack, extended the barrel of the gun, and fired directly without aiming!

"Da da da da da!"

Huge sparks flew out of Mekkatorque's gun barrel as bullets spurted out. With the help of the faint light, Alvin could see a group of rats being smashed to pieces by the bullets.

The dwarfs cheered and followed their leader's example, firing at the rats!

"Da da da da!" The sound continued.

The rats were in great chaos, and countless were hit by trains or shot to death.

"Hahahahaha! Die, die!"

Mekkatorque looked like a violent maniac, pulling the trigger frantically, as if he wanted to release all his anger. He looked just like Rambo in World of Warcraft!

But soon the master craftsman was disappointed.

Because there are too many rats!

Although many were shot dead, there were more to come!

As more and more rats gathered around the train, they seemed to have begun to consciously resist. Many rats even jumped onto the train and used their big front teeth to bite the iron sheets of the train!

"Click click click, click click click",

A huge biting sound echoed throughout the carriage.

"Don't worry, young man! Our carriage is made of pure gold! A bunch of rats can't possibly destroy it, hahahaha!"

Mekkatorque saw the worry on Alvin's face and offered comfort.

But soon, the dwarfs ran out of bullets.

There were no fewer rats.

"Brothers, prepare to fire!"

Mekkatorque was not in a panic. He threw his assault rifle aside and continued to give orders.

The dwarfs immediately obeyed the order. One of them moved the box from the corner, and the other opened the curved cover, revealing a magazine.

"and many more!"

Alvin felt a headache.

"You're going to bombard the rats in the tunnel? If the tunnel collapses, we're finished!"

"Hahaha, don't worry, young man! This isn't an ordinary cannon. Watch me. Prepare the ammunition!"

"Yes!"

The dwarfs used a crowbar to open the box, revealing neatly arranged red balls.

Everyone worked in perfect harmony, stuffing the ball into the magazine. Mekkatorque immediately shouted, "Fire!"

Alvin quickly covered his ears, fearing that he would be deafened by the sound of the cannon.

However, the expected sound did not come.

He hurriedly looked outside the car, only to find raging flames spewing out from a pipe extending from the front of the car!

The flames burned everything wherever they went, and the rats caught fire at the slightest touch. A foul stench of burnt rats could be heard from the cave!

The smell made Alvin feel nauseous.

"We installed a flamethrower on the front of the train! Haha, this is enough to give these rats a hard time!"

Mekkatorque said proudly.

"Mr. Alvin, you're in charge of firing. If the flame dies down, use the fuel—the balls in that box! Brothers, let's load up!"

The master craftsman said this, picked up his assault rifle from the ground, and began to slowly load it...

Steady as an old dog, that’s how this place is described!

Alvin thought to himself, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment. He quickly looked ahead and replaced the round fuel with a new one when the flame was about to go out.

Frankly speaking, Alvin has no problem fighting humans, orcs, murlocs, even undead and demons.

But catching mice... is a bit scary. Those densely packed black creatures, just imagining them crawling all over your feet is enough to give you goose bumps.

Soon, the dwarves loaded their bullets and continued the same process. The flaming train killed the rats in all directions, and the rats were reduced to ashes wherever they passed.

Alvin was numb by now, and the stench of the burning rats didn't seem so bad anymore.

Just when he was about to ask when he could go home,

Mekkatorque suddenly shouted in a trembling voice, "Slow down! Stop the car! What the hell is that? It's going to crash!"

When the driver heard the order, he immediately stepped on the brakes without saying a word!

But the train was going too fast, and the sudden emergency brake made everyone stagger all over the place, but the train still made a loud "bang!" as if it had hit a wall!