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His luck had been terrible lately. Standing in his front hall and gazing out into the hazy night, Rex let the countless thoughts in his mind dissolve into a sigh. Trouble, one problem after another, had started coming to him. It was as though he were a machine capable of solving every problem, so they all sought him out, pouring toward him.
Rex had only just sent Prince Galen away, using Medivh's words to bluff him and buy himself some time. He had thought things would finally settle down, allowing him to focus on the Gnolls and begin preparing for the Burning Legion's invasion. Reality proved that this was nothing more than wishful thinking. Right after Rex sent Prince Galen out of Lordaeron City, another troublesome group came looking for him.
This group consisted of Gnomes, another peculiar race in Azeroth. They were roughly as tall as Dwarves, nowhere near the height of humans, and they were not particularly strong fighters. But anyone who underestimated them would pay dearly. The Gnomes' true strength lay not in their bodies, but in their minds. They were a race of inventors.
The quirky, ingenious Gnomes were one of the most unusual races in the world. Their enthusiasm for developing new technologies and creating marvelous feats of intelligent engineering made every living Gnome a legend.
The Gnomes' capital was the thriving Gnomeregan, renowned as a city of technology. Like the Dwarves of Ironforge, they lived in Dun Morogh, sharing the mineral resources within its mountains. Gnomish inventions might sound unfamiliar, but there were some that everyone would surely recognize, such as steam vehicles.
What had these Gnomes come for? Rex knew without even thinking: aid. Apart from