Bronzebeard, Wildhammer and Dark Iron, these are the three clans of the dwarves.
The War of the Three Hammers 300 years ago is ancient history. As we have said before, in the final stage of the dwarf civil war, the Dark Iron Prince Old Thaurissan, who was unwilling to fail, summoned monsters from other worlds and planned to fight back.
, but was very unlucky to summon the power phantom of Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King.
Not only was the Redridge Mountains, where the Dark Iron Dwarves lived, torn in half during the volcanic eruption, but even the Dark Iron Dwarves had their souls enslaved by the Fire Lord's curse and could never be free again.
300 years is nothing to an immortal species like dwarves, but 300 years is enough to change a lot of things. The power of the Fire Demon King has penetrated into the blood of every Dark Iron Dwarf, making their eyes become...
Dark red allowed the dwarves, who originally knew nothing about magic, to master fire magic, making their racial character even more violent.
Just as some human miners who have dealt with the Dark Iron Dwarves said, it seems that what flows in the veins of these black dwarves is not blood, but burning flames.
A member of such a race suddenly appeared in front of Tyrion on this desolate night, blocking his way. This could not help but make the death knight feel a little malicious.
Although he is not afraid.
"The Thorium Brotherhood is different from the Dark Irons who are willing to be slaves in Shadowforge City!"
Tyrion's horse stayed quietly in the darkness, while the death knight himself walked aside with the leader of the Dark Iron dwarves, whispering some secrets.
The black iron dwarf named Hansel Heavy Fist wears a red robe, but inside the robe, there is a clanking sound of armor. The dwarves are all blacksmith masters, so Tyrion can be sure that this guy has
During this meeting, I was also hesitant and wary.
Hansel stared at the silent death knight with his dark red eyes. The character of dwarves determined that they were not good businessmen, so after a few minutes of contact, he stated his purpose in a carefree manner.
"The Thorium Brotherhood is committed to resisting Ragnaros, the Firelord, and liberating our people from long-term slavery. Frankly speaking, this is almost impossible. We have tried for more than 200 years, and every action
They all ended in failure.”
Hansel had an undisguised wry smile on his face. He took out a wine bottle, took a sip of wine, and whispered:
"We were all planning to give up, but today, we saw hope again! We don't know what those sneaky death knights did to attract the dragon's attack, but he actually drove them away
With the power of the Fire Demon King, we truly feel that the curse in our blood is being lifted. This is the first time in 300 years that we feel the taste of freedom."
"Isn't this great?"
Tyrion said dryly:
"The curse has been lifted, the Fire Demon King has been driven away, and no one can control you anymore. Should I congratulate you?"
"If only it were that simple."
Hansel snorted, turned his head and looked at the location of Black Rock Mountain, and said in a deep voice:
"Not all the Dark Iron hate the Firelord as much as we do. In 300 years, the backbones of too many Dark Iron dwarves have been broken, turning them into the most loyal servants of Ragnaros.
Like their master's dog! It's really disgusting. Being free makes them panic. Now in Shadowforge City, I'm afraid those warlocks have begun to try to summon their master again."
As he spoke, the dwarf became angry and threw the wine bottle in his hand, but was caught back with a death grip. The death knight threw the bottle back to the dwarf. His ice blue
His eyes flashed, he rubbed his chin and said softly:
"I don't care about the internal fighting among the Dark Iron dwarves. What do you want?"
"Those rocks!"
Hansel's eyes widened, and there was a desire shining in them, probably a desire for freedom:
"Those stones that can drive away the Balrog King! Those death knights used them to drive away the Balrog, we saw it with our own eyes!"
"Curse code?"
Tyrion looked at the black iron dwarf in front of him in surprise. He reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder, and then shook his head:
"I don't have this thing in my hands... it was destroyed in the blue dragon's attack. And with all due respect, even if you have the curse code, you can't rely on it to completely drive away the fire element. The cost will be heavy.
, you have already seen it once with your own eyes."
The death knight was not interested in this deal. He could not see the situation that was beneficial to him, so he decisively turned around and left. Behind him, the black iron dwarf Hansel clenched his fists, but quickly released them. He whispered
explain:
"We know it's expensive, but at least it's a hope. We can find whatever you want, we just want those stones! Our eyes are all over Blackstone Mountain, and they saw you find it from the ruins with their own eyes.
A few things..."
"So are you threatening me?"
The death knight got on his horse. He looked back at the dwarves waiting for answers in the darkness. His eyes suddenly turned, and an idea appeared in his mind. In a low and serious voice, he said to Hansel Chongfang:
"I haven't seen your sincerity, so it's a pity that I can't give you this now. Let's leave the transaction to the next time. When I return to this world, I will be happy to become friends with you at that time. The premise is
The Thorium Brotherhood wants to do me a small favor!"
Seeing that the Dark Iron Dwarf was hesitant, Tyrion coughed lightly and said in persuasion:
"Look, I don't know what your life was like in the past, and I'm not interested in knowing, but in my world view, Mr. Hansel, in order to get something in return, you have to pay first."
After a moment, the dwarf raised his head, looked at the death knight, and said in a deep voice:
"I don't believe you, Death Knight, but now it seems we have no other choice..."
Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and a stiff smile appeared on his face:
"Then, Thorium Brotherhood, I wish us a happy cooperation!"
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If aesthetics are not considered, the Skeleton War Horse is definitely one of the most useful mounts on land. It will not tire and runs very smoothly. The most important thing is that after being awakened, it has a heart-to-heart connection with Tyrion.
Heading south from the Burning Plains and crossing the difficult mountain road, you will reach the Redridge Mountains. In fact, the Burning Plains was originally part of the Redridge Mountains. The two places were divided because of the volcano summoned by Ragnaros 300 years ago.
Second, after crossing the Redridge Mountains, you will reach the Dark Swamp, where the Dark Portal that crosses the world is located.
A night of fierce fighting continued until the next morning. Tyrion stood in the forest of Redridge Mountain. At the foot of the mountain in front of him, the Alliance soldiers who stayed here built several defense lines to block the orcs escaping from the Burning Plains.
, and at this time, a small-scale battle was breaking out at the foot of the mountain, between the fleeing orcs and the alliance soldiers.
"The tribe still failed, it was destined."
The death knight watched the deadly fight between the two sides with cold eyes. He had no intention of joining. He wanted to leave. These humans couldn't stop him. He was here to wait for others.
"Buzz"
The shadows in the forest shattered, and five Blood Watchers headed by Nassa appeared behind the death knight. In the battle last night, Nassa was sent out by Tyrion. They were in the chaotic battlefield and the Blackstone Tower.
Travel back and forth, looking for the same important loot at Tyrion's request.
"I came back empty-handed. It seems you didn't find what I wanted."
The death knight's voice was still as cold and devoid of emotion as usual, which made it difficult to tell what kind of emotion he was in.
Nasa leaned down and answered in an unsubmissive manner:
"My sisters searched the entire Black Rock Tower. According to what you said, we followed the alliance generals all night, but unfortunately, we did not see the black gems you mentioned, or your intelligence was wrong.
The problem is, either we are just unlucky."
"Yeah?"
The death knight was a little disappointed, but soon he waved his hand:
"Looking for something on a battlefield with tens of thousands of orcs and humans is like looking for a needle in a haystack. If you can't find it, you can't find it. That thing is not too important."
"Nasa, send two of your sisters to look for Buddy Moore in Booty Bay in Stranglethorn Valley. Before we come back, let them obey the goblin's instructions. The remaining watchers and I will go to the Dark Portal.
We are leaving this world."
Nasa nodded. She glanced at the back of the Death Knight, then looked at the darkness deep in the forest. She whispered:
"Someone is spying on you, Tyrion. Do you need me to kill her?"
"Don't mind your own business, Nasa. If you are really free, how about you help us scout the road ahead?"
There was a hint of impatience in the Death Knight's tone, and the Blood Watcher let out a hoarse laugh:
"As you command, Lord Dark Blade!"
She quickly led her sisters into the shadows again, leaving the Death Knight alone on this hillside.
The forest behind him made a low whistling sound under the blow of the wind. This sudden wind blew up the Death Knight's neatly styled hair. The long gray hair was beating on his shoulders. He leaned on it with both hands.
He kept holding the magic sword with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling the remaining fragrance in the wind.
"Are you going to follow me like this all the time?"
The death knight's hollow, cold, low and hoarse voice sounded in the forest:
"Now I am in my most relaxed state. All you need to do is pull up the bowstring. From this distance, I can't dodge your arrows."
He waited for a minute, nothing changed around him. The Death Knight's fingers were beating on the hilt of Apocalypse. When the wind blowing in his face calmed down, he asked again:
"Aren't you going to take action yet? You are still hesitating whether to kill me or whether to shoot the arrow that is already on the bowstring. This kind of hesitation and impatience is not like you, Ole.
Leah..."
In the darkness of the forest, on the tree trunk with intertwined leaves, the elf ranger hiding in it had already pulled out Sasdora. An arrow beating with holy light was placed on the bowstring, and the arrow was pointed at Tai Tai outside the forest.
Ryan's back seemed to shoot out at the next moment, piercing the death knight's head and completely cutting off his second life filled with darkness, coldness and evil.
But the elf ranger's golden eyes did not have the coldness and calmness of the past. On the contrary, those eyes were beating with extremely complex emotions. She followed Tyrion all the way on the battlefield, and she had countless opportunities to shoot this assassination arrow.
, but she gave up.
The ranger looked at the dark figure, the broken cloak fluttering back and forth in the wind, and the shocking long gray hair. That figure occupied a very important position in her heart. For this person, her inner senses were very complicated.
There is pain, despair, and a hint of unrealistic expectations.
She suddenly felt that she might have made a real mistake by following Tyrion here.
"Buzz"
The loosened bow string was beating, and the ranger put the sharp arrow stained with holy water back into the quiver. She jumped down from the branch, took a deep breath, and walked out of the forest.
"Are you leaving? Tyrion."
Alleria stretched out her fingers and pushed her golden hair behind her ears. She strolled up to the death knight and stood with him. She looked at the final battle down the hillside in front of her. She didn't even look at Terry.
Ang's face, filled with a cold aura, was just like when he was still alive, and he asked in a calm voice:
"You'll never come back, right?"
"Oh, this question... surprises me a bit."
The death knight let out a low laugh, and the cold aura exuding from his body made Alleria frown, and then she heard Tyrion say:
"I thought you were here to kill me, but with such a peaceful gesture, did you come here specifically to say goodbye to me? Alleria."
"right!"
Windrunner nodded, she stretched out her hand and pulled up the hood of the Farstrider's chain armor:
"I once swore to expel the orcs because of your death in battle. That was the oath I made for you. Now that the oath has been completed, the orcs have been defeated, and I am going back to Quel'Thalas."
"Then stay well in Quel'Thalas and never meddle in other people's business again!"
Tyrion nodded and said dryly with an emotionless voice:
"If we never see each other again, believe me, this will be a decision that makes both you and me feel relaxed."
The atmosphere between the two people became stagnant. After a while, the ranger tightened her grip on the bow in her hand. She tried to calm down her mood and asked:
"I thought you wouldn't be changed by death...I thought there was something hidden under your body..."
Tyrion interrupted Alleria abruptly, and said in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep:
"That's because you haven't looked far enough. Everything will change. As long as you take a few more steps... it's more like experiencing death. Alleria, if you don't want to become my enemy, then there is no relationship between us.
Already."
"Do you really have nothing to say to me?"
"..."
The death knight's fingers twitched, but in the end, his eyes did not open.
"The dead have no gods to pray to. Even so, I wish you a smooth journey home."
"Pa"
A slap hit Tyrion hard on the cheek. The ranger held his mouth, tightened his bow, turned around and rushed into the forest. He could still faintly hear a sobbing, but after a moment, he completely disappeared.
.
Only the Death Knight was left standing on the hillside, standing in the wind, as silent as a cold stone monument.
