Northrend, Borean Tundra, dwarf city Mithril Keep.
This underground city seems a little more deserted than when Pandaren Lorewalker Zhou Zhuo came here to stay temporarily. Although the big forge is still bustling with people and the commercial district looks quite lively, in other parts of the city, there is no empty space.
There are already a lot more rooms, and the goblins of the venture capital companies who originally bought some real estate here and are waiting for promotion have also eliminated their branches here.
Many Bronzebeard dwarves have returned to Khaz Modan. They miss their hometown, the ice and snow of Dun Morogh, or their relatives who still live there. Dwarves are very nostalgic creatures, and their departure has also left Mithril Castle missing.
lost the vitality of the past.
But this did not cause any trouble for the city managers. In fact, according to Queen Moira's investigation, the sudden "baby boom" that swept across Azeroth in recent years also affected the dwarves. It will only take another ten years.
In a few years, when the babies born in the past few years grow up, Mithril Castle will become lively again.
And the most important thing is that the dwarves born in Mithril Castle will no longer miss Dun Morogh like their ancestors.
Princess Moira, who has great political skills, has always been very clear about her thinking. Only these new generations who are growing up are her hope of uniting the six dwarf clans. Moreover, the dwarves are immortal species, and they can live for more than ten years, or even decades.
The time is not a big deal to them.
At this time, in the quietest throne room of Mithril Castle, Queen Moira was holding a dwarf history album, reading ancient stories to her son lying in the cradle, and the royal attendants and
The maids did not dare to make any sound. Only when she was with her son did Queen Moira look like a real woman, and once she began to deal with government affairs, she looked exactly like her father and grandfather.
The royal temperament inherited from the Bronzebeard family shines dazzlingly on Moira, as if she is a born ruler.
Even though her son has just learned to call mother, Queen Moira has already begun to train her son and plan his future path so that he can become an absolutely qualified ruler.
She gently pushed her son's cradle, and a touch of motherhood floated on the queen's face. In the warm firelight dancing around, the baby's face was reflected in her eyes. He had the golden hair inherited from the Bronzebeard family, but he
The pupils of his eyes are like the flaming eyes of the Thaurissan family of the Dark Iron royal family. It is probably because he has been fed diluted dragon blood and life juice since he was a child. This child is much stronger than babies of his size.
This is very good, it fully proves the excellent blood of this child, and he will definitely become the king of all dwarves in the future, just as Moira and Thaurissan expected!
But this tender moment was soon broken.
As the door of the throne room was pushed open, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was wearing a hood and covering his face, walked in. At his signal, all the guards and maids quickly walked out of the hall, handing this place over to
Prince Bronzebeard and his niece Queen Moira.
"Uncle Muradin, I didn't receive any news of your return. Did something important happen?"
The relationship between Queen Moira and Muradin is not very good, just like the relationship between her and her father. Moira's favorite relative is her easy-going and kind Uncle Brian, but she still got up to greet Muradin.
The arrival of Latin.
After all, she had lost her father and husband. Muradin and Brian were her only remaining relatives.
"I have something to talk to you about, but first let me hug my cute little grandson."
Muradin put aside the holy hammer in his hand. He waved towards Moira, then opened his arms and took his little grandson from Moira's hand. At this moment, his hands that were used to holding weapons also
Seemingly so gentle, he stroked the child's hair and chubby cheeks. Probably awakened by the low temperature of Muradin's diamond body, the dwarf baby opened its eyes.
With his flame-like eyes, he looked at the grandfather holding him in amazement. He was probably curious why this grandfather looked different from other dwarves. After a few seconds, he raised his arms again.
With his little hands, he tried to grasp Muradin's lifelike diamond beard.
And that playful gesture made Muradin laugh heartily.
"Hahaha, look at my little Anweima, he will definitely become a real king in the future!"
Muradin admired the courage of the child in his arms, and the name Anvilmar must be a tribute to the greatest mountain king of the dwarves, Anvilmar. It is said that the name is the name of Moira's father Magni and her
Her husband Thaurissan jointly determined the name, and they informed Moira of the name through a letter, and the dwarf queen was also very satisfied with her son's name.
"Okay, it's time for you to rest, little man!"
Muradin sat on a chair, played with the child for a few minutes, and then placed his grandson back in the cradle. At the Queen's signal, her most loyal maid stepped forward and pushed the cradle out of the throne room.
Besides, it’s time to talk about business in the next moment.
"Speak, Uncle Muradin."
Moira stood up and poured a glass of wine for her uncle. Even though Muradin was in his current position, he couldn't taste the wine at all, but this was a etiquette. After Muradin took the glass of wine, the queen said
:
"What kind of thing can make you take the initiative to step into this place you hate the most?"
"I don't hate Mithril Castle, and I don't hate you, Moira."
Muradin said dryly:
"I just hate politics and those dark conspiracies, that's all. I'll make a long story short. Moira, my niece, has two things!"
"First, as Prince Bronzebeard, I will support the "Six Hammers Council" you established. Brian will also support it. I have some friendship with Falstad and Kurdran. I can go on your behalf.
Persuade them to support you, and I am still a member of the Guardian system, so I can also ask the Guardians to let the iron dwarves who have always ignored you join your council."
Muradin's diamond eyes blinked, and before Moira could react, he said again:
"After you become the nominal queen, high priest or prime minister of all dwarves, you must declare your support for Varian Wrynn to become the emperor of the human empire when necessary! If necessary, if Xiao
Varian needs it, and you need to send our soldiers to help him!"
These two requests made Moira's eyes widen.
She was different from Muradin, who knew nothing about politics. She had her own thoughts and understanding of politics, and Muradin's request was obviously difficult for her to accept for a while. The queen sat on her throne, frowning and looking at
Looking at her whimsical uncle in front of her, she said loudly:
"No! Muradin, uncle! We can't do this! We can't just meddle in the internal affairs of the human empire so blatantly. This will break the current neutrality of the dwarves between the Federation and the Empire."
"And we can't leave the impression to our friends that "dwarves like to dictate the internal affairs of other countries." Then no one will want to be friends with us. Listen to me, Muradin, I know that you and Varian have a very close personal relationship.
Well, you are very optimistic about him, and you have told us more than once that you want to have a son like Varian. I know you want to help him, but you can't use this method!"
"Political games have their own way of playing political games. This is not a war on the battlefield. My uncle, I will refer to your opinions and make a statement at the appropriate time, but we cannot be in such a hurry."
"I don't understand that it's you, Moira! My niece, at this critical moment, you are still thinking about my plans with a politician's mind!"
Muradin snorted, took the Heart of Azeroth off his neck, and threw it to Moira:
"Hold it! It sounds good and looks good!"
The dwarf queen suspiciously held the golden, simple pendant inlaid with crystals in her hand. The next moment, some silhouette images and sounds rushed into her mind, making Moira startled. However, after realizing those sounds and
When the picture would not hurt her, she calmed down again. After more than ten seconds, Moira opened her eyes and looked at her uncle:
"Muradin!"
The Queen asked: "Who is that voice? She told me that the world is coming to an end."
"That is the spirit of the world, the embodiment of this world."
Muradin said seriously:
"Do you understand now? I asked you to intervene in the affairs of the empire, not because I simply want to help little Varian become the emperor, but because we need a complete and united empire! We need the power of mankind, and we need the entire world.
The same goes for your power, including me reorganizing the Six Hammers Council for you. I need you to unite the dwarves to face the future war together."
"I have already made an agreement with Varian. When the human pope carries out his coronation ceremony, the Six Hammers Council of the Dwarves will send an envoy! I can't waste too much time here, I still have to go to the Eastern Continent."
"It's war again? The forge is up there, this damn war!"
Queen Moira looked worried. She did not doubt the authenticity of what Uncle Muradin said. Muradin was a typical warrior. He rarely lied. But what worried the Queen was that her son Anvimar
, she herself has experienced the war that destroyed the Bronzebeard Kingdom. She is not afraid of the cruelty of the war, but her son should live in a better and more peaceful era, instead of being displaced like her.
Perhaps seeing his niece's fear, Muradin comforted him:
"Don't be afraid, Moira. If the war really breaks out, send Anvilma to Ulduar. It is the safest place in the world, but we, we still have to fight for the world and ourselves! Listen!
I say, the iron dwarves are a force you can trust, they are absolutely obedient to the guardian's orders, and they do not have free will of their own."
"And you don't need to worry about the earth spirit, just take this!"
The spokesperson of the world handed his holy hammer Valanaar to his niece. The dwarf queen looked at the activated scepter of creation in her hand. In the beating of Titan energy like blue lightning, this holy hammer
The dazzling and flawless gems and carvings on the surface of the hammer make it look so gorgeous and sacred.
"This is a symbol of the King of Earth Spirits. As long as you hold this holy hammer, you can ask the Earth Spirits to obey you. But remember, the Earth Spirits already have free will, so you cannot force them to do something excessive.
things."
Muradin whispered to his niece:
"I can only help you here. With the support of the Bronzebeards, Earth Spirits and Iron Dwarves, you only need to rely on your own wisdom and convince the Frost Dwarves or Wildhammers to support you, and you can become a member of the Six Hammers Council.
First Queen, as for the Dark Iron Dwarves, I will talk to the federal congressmen about this matter, but don’t hold out too much hope.”
"Don't forget what you promised me, Moira! I will ask Brian to come back to help you. Remember, seize every moment to unite the dwarves!"
Muradin took a step back and looked at his niece:
"This matter is not a joke. You have heard the warning of the World Spirit with your own ears. I allow you to play some small conspiracies, but in the face of big right and wrong, you must remember that the Bronzebeard family is a member of this world.
, if the world is gone, your throne as queen will have no meaning. Moira, you are the smartest person in the Bronzebeard family. I believe you understand the meaning of all this, right?"
"I know! I won't let you down, uncle, and I won't let down this scepter that symbolizes greatness, I promise!"
Moira carefully placed the scepter of creation beside her throne. She watched her uncle turn around and leave the throne room in the dust. Her eyes flashed with a trace of joy and a glimmer of expectation. Her fingers were on
Stroking the surface of the Hammer of Valanaar, letting the blue lightning twine around her fingertips, Moira whispered:
"My Anvilma, my son, maybe your poor mother can only be a dwarf queen in name only, but I believe yes, I believe that when you grow up, you will definitely become a real Six Hammers
Emperor!"
"Yes, humans have their own emperors, why can't dwarves have one too!"
The queen let out a deep laugh, and a moment later, Moira's majestic voice came from the throne room:
"Invitation to the Wildhammers, Dark Iron, Earthlings, Iron Dwarves and Frost Dwarves!"
"Tell those representatives that the Six Hammers Council will soon hold an important meeting about the safety of the world, about the future of the dwarf race, and about the true leader of the dwarf civilization."
"Tell them that I only need real warriors, and let the cowards who dare not face the doomsday hide in their homes and tremble!"
"This time, it's our turn, the dwarves, to save the world!"
