When you are half hungry...

Another person served a whole table of meals...

Before you were about to thank the other party, the other party suddenly told you that this big meal was actually a sculpture made of stones, and it could only be seen but not eaten...

If you still have the strength, you will definitely beat this guy up.

Now those dwarf blacksmiths who learned that the sword embryo was just a semi-finished product have almost this idea.

But they wouldn't really beat Mishan or Greenhill up... If they do this, Iron Fort might have to be replaced by the king.

In addition to what Mi Shan said, these dwarves also found records about this from a corner of their historical archives.

It’s just because the dragon is not those young dragons or young dragons. It is a real sense of encounter. You may not be able to fight if you encounter it... You may not dare to fight. The dragon clan of Azeroth has a legion. If you fight, you will probably be old.

Over time, these records have been regarded as myths and legends.

After confirming that the sword embryo was bathing in the dragon's breath and that the dragon's blood was quenched, the resentment of these dwarf blacksmiths was almost visible to the naked eye.

Especially if there is no dragon blood for quenching, the dragon breath power left on the sword embryo will fade away with time.

Watching the magical embryo turn into scrap iron in front of him, these blacksmiths who don’t know what to do, pulled off their beards one after another.

Even King Magnie Bronzebeard has a much thinner beard in recent days.

"Where is Furio of the Iron Foot Family? Didn't he say he is a dragon hunter?" Bengus Deep Lu said, the head of the Deep Lu clan, tugged his beard.

"He was just hunting young dragons, and I don't know if he could succeed." Another leader of the Deeplu clan, Sogram Shenlu, also pulled his beard and said.

"Even if it succeeds, it won't work. The blood of the young dragon cannot be quenched at all. The gap between the two dragons is too big." Thurum Deep Lu, the master of the blacksmith in Storm City, shook his head and pulled his beard.

"One is not enough, can it be possible to have more?" Bengus asked immediately.

"No, no, no, no, it won't work if there are a few more. This is not a difference in quantity, but a difference in quality. Unless we can find another dragon, and the power cannot be too far from this one."

Thurum continued to shake his head.

Discussions like this have happened several times in the past few days.

Each time it revolves around how to complete the quenching, or retain the power of the dragon breath on the sword embryo.

Unfortunately, every discussion ends with beards all over the floor.

"Your Highness, are you imposing magic on these dwarves?"

When I saw Edwin Van Cliff again, the leader of the Masonry Brotherhood took off his gentleman suit and put on a coarse cloth belonging to the working class.

Mishan, who was very satisfied with this image, stirred the hot coffee in the front cup below and said, "Do I look like a person who is as powerful as magic?"

"It's no surprise that what happened to you, Your Highness, since that incident." Van Cliff was naturally talking about Greenhill's dragon-slaying deeds.

Because Onyxia herself put her original target from Queen Tiffan on Mi Shan for death.

The Marine Brothers of Stormwind was not expelled from Stormwind because he took the blame for "killing" Queen Tiffany as the game plot.

On the contrary, because of the dragon-metal bomb that day, many members of the Masonry Brotherhood were burned to ashes by the Shadow Flame.

There were few people who were resurrected by Greenhill in the end... In Greenhill's words, the members of the Masonry Brotherhood had low original desire to survive, so the group resurrection technique was ineffective.

Unfortunately, even so, King Varian did not say that he would make up for the wage arrears of the Masonry Brotherhood.

On the one hand, there are too many things, and on the other hand, it is still because there is no money.

Especially after learning from Mishan that there is a giant dragon on Black Rock Mountain, the dragon and the dead Onyxia are brother and sister.

It was even more impossible for King Varian to transfer the funds originally used for military expenditure to the Masonry Brotherhood.

The only good news for these masonry fraternities is that after Onyxia's influence dissipated, MI7 easily investigated Onyxia's demons on the masonry fraternity salary.

Thinking that he had found an explanation for these stonemasons, King Varian expelled several nobles involved in the matter within one day.

Well... it was just expelling and punishing nobles for civilians. King Varian still did this.

The problem is that there is still no compensation for salary.

The several methods provided are all of which are far-reaching hydrotherapy that cannot relieve intimidation.

Apart from not being driven out of Storm City in a dusty manner like in the game, the situation of the Masonry Brotherhood has not changed much.

"So, you came to me this time because you hope that I will continue to influence King Varian?" Mishan asked Van Cliff.

"No, Your Highness...I am here to thank you and say goodbye to you," said Edwin van Cliff.

"Oh?" Mishan was a little surprised by Van Cliff's choice.

"Your Highness, you are right. There have never been any saviors, no saints or emperors. All the fruits of labor need to be fought for and protected by ourselves." Edwin van Cliff said in a very serious tone.

...I didn't expect that Van Cliff would remember what he said in a naughty way, and Mi Shan couldn't help but want to laugh.

But thinking about it, nothing seems wrong.

In the Azeroth world where there is an individual transcendent, every word said by a person with the power of "slaying dragons" will be carefully analyzed.

This is like the casual complaints of a certain leader and a rich man on earth, and the random complaints will be taken out and studied many times, and finally it was concluded that the speaker was completely different from that of the speaker.

Of course, Van Cliff's behavior is not an over-interpretation, and can only be said to think carefully.

"Then where are you going?" Mi Shan asked.

"Western Wilderness, Grian Storman and I have known each other before..." Van Cliff paused and said, "I don't think he shouldn't turn us down."

"..." Looking at Van Cliff's appearance as if he was full of face and could eat anywhere, Mi Shan silently complained in her heart that if it continued to develop according to the original story plot, you would become the most annoying guy Grian Storman, the leader of the Western Wilderness militia.

According to the plot in the game, after the desperate Marine Brotherhood changed its name to the Difia Brotherhood, the first thing to do was to make the Western wilderness miserable.

In a few years, the western wilderness, which was originally one of the food production areas of the Storm Kingdom, became a real wilderness where bandits rampant.

Seeing Mishan's silent appearance and thinking that the other party was waiting for his explanation, Van Cliff said: "Just like your highness, you should unite all the forces that can be united."

"From a long time ago, Grian told me that in order to meet the needs of Stormwind, farmers in the western wilderness have been in a state of inability to eat."

"At that time, I thought it was because the farmers were lazy, but now it seems that my vision is too narrow."

"As long as those nobles who live in a single place exist for a day, neither our masonry fraternity nor those farmers will be able to obtain real fairness."

"Um..." Unexpectedly, Van Cliff was really thinking about what he said that day, and Mishan hesitated about what expression he should use to deal with it.

"Since that's the case..." Mi Shan said after thinking for a while: "I will leave Stormwind City in the next few days. When I leave, I will find me and I will hand you something."

"Where should we find you, Your Highness?" Van Cliff asked.

"This shouldn't be the question you will ask, Van Cliff...comrade." Mishan added a "Davarish" to Van Cliff's name in a very quiet voice.

After Edwin Van Cliff left, Mishan, who had been watching the cold coffee for a long time, said to Greenhill beside her:

"It's time for us to leave."

"I'll prepare now, sir." said Greenhill, who has always played the role of a transparent man.

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