The scorching-hot shells flew out of the stubby mortar muzzle. Under the skillful positioning of the dwarf gunners, they drew an almost perfect shining trajectory in the air, and finally hit the group of troggs charging towards the steam elevator.
.
The moment the shell hit the ground, the splashing flames and the fragments fired in all directions tore the ugly and screaming guys into pieces. The heavy steam tanks that were sent down to the city at both ends were whining.
One on the left and one on the right blocked the way for the dwarves to escape. The dwarves climbed onto the tank, controlled the terrifying repeating muskets, and directed the storm of bullets like a tidal wave onto the battlefield in front of them.
Although the aid from the dwarves came a little late, it was definitely what the dwarves needed most. At the front of the steam hall, Lord Kurtaz and the dwarf paladins formed the strongest defense line, almost facing the seemingly endless number of people.
troggs to buy the remaining dwarfs time to escape.
And above the underground city, surrounded by the snow-capped mountains of Khaz Modan, the dwarfs who escaped from the underground city huddled in the ice and snow town, crying silently. Today, they lost everything.
Brian Bronzebeard led the dwarf priests to rescue the poor people who were tired and seriously injured. Looking at the miserable current situation of Artisan Town, Old Bronzebeard was filled with a sense of guilt.
If he hadn't insisted on going to Uldaman to find some damn ruins, the sealed troggs wouldn't have broken out of their cages, and the dwarves and gnomes wouldn't have had to endure this horrific torture.
But now that the matter has come to this, the old dwarf can only cheer up and help these allies who are in urgent need of help.
"First send the seriously injured people to Ironforge. Also, where is the great craftsman Mekkatorque?"
Brian yelled, "We need him to come out and shore up the situation!"
"The great craftsman is trapped in the city. He doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, as well as almost the entire dwarf craftsman council."
The only remaining dwarf councilor was just carried aside by the priests on a stretcher. In order to protect a child during his escape, his legs were broken by a trogg. He grabbed Brian's hand with a pale face and pleaded in a deep voice.
:
"Please, Bronzebeard, my friend, help us rescue the great craftsman and Major Ayla, please."
"Ella?"
Brian asked in confusion: "Who is that?"
"He is a hero!"
The dwarf councilor said with difficulty: "She saved tens of thousands of people in the Steam Hall. Without her command, we would not have been able to survive your rescue. When the defense line was broken, she asked us to blow up the passage in the hall, and she
But I took the corpses and lured those monsters away."
"Well, he sounds like a real hero."
Brian nodded, but soon he grabbed his hair and asked:
"Wait, corpse? You said she commands the corpse? She is a death knight?"
"No! No, Ella is a dwarf, the living kind."
The dwarf councilor gestured to explain, but he was injured too badly. He might have pulled the wound. After a scream, his mind went crazy and he fainted. The old Bronzebeard was grabbing his hair. He felt
Things are getting a bit troublesome.
"Oops! Kurtaz..."
From the grateful tone of the dwarf councilor, he could feel that the mysterious Ella had a high reputation in the hearts of the rescued dwarfs, and the Lord Kurtaz he asked to help was a sincere and fanatical paladin...
. Thinking of the grudges between the Paladins and the Undead, Brian suddenly felt a little numb.
He hurriedly stepped towards the steam elevator of Gnomeregan with his short legs.
"Kurtaz, don't do anything stupid!"
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On the other side, Lord Kurtaz's hands were shining with the light of the Holy Light. He was half-kneeling on the dim ground, helping an injured dwarf stabilize his injuries, and then watched the last group of dwarfs escape while being thanked by the other party.
Leave the city.
The dwarf lord has fully experienced the Second Orc War. He also participated in the final battle of the Burning Plains, and he even saw with his own eyes the battlefield where the orcs ravaged.
Although those battlefields were filled with iron and fire, killing and madness, they were dangers that could be seen with the naked eye. And in front of us, Gnomeregan, this completely dead city, had dark green rises from time to time in the dim tunnels.
The radiation dust shines with the strange aura of annihilation of all things, like a monster with its mouth open in the abyss, ruthlessly devouring any life that falls into it.
This kind of sneakiness and the ominous atmosphere emanating from the city made the old dwarf who had experienced many battles couldn't help but shake his head.
"Even if I fight to the death with those damn undead, I don't want to enter this damn hell... Alas, the poor dwarfs are in trouble, they may never be able to take it back."
"Let's go, let's close the team!"
The Paladin waved his hand, and the two steam tanks started slowly, escorting the tired Paladins to retreat towards the steam elevator. Just when they were about to step onto the elevator, a roar from far to near came from the front.
came from the dark tunnel.
"Someone!"
Kurtaz shouted, grabbed his warhammer, and gestured to the two tanks: "Alert!"
"Swish"
The heavy steam-firing rifle suddenly changed its direction and was aimed at the dark tunnel behind. The next moment, a bright light exploded in front of everyone's eyes, and there was a thunderous noise as it approached, mixed with the screams of the stone jaw monsters.
, as if something exploded among those monsters.
"哐哐哐"
The metal claws of the mechanical bird hit the tunnel, making a crisp sound. Kurtaz squinted his eyes and saw two dwarfs sitting behind a strange white-red painted giant mechanical bird, followed by more than a dozen people.
A fugitive was running madly towards the defense line.
"It's Mekkatorque!"
The driver of the steam tank put down his telescope and shouted: "I recognize him. He is a dwarf craftsman. He escaped! He also took a dwarf girl with him."
"Then why are you still standing there?"
Lord Paladin stepped forward quickly, jumped onto the steam tank in two steps, and shouted: "Support them and drive back the chasing monsters!"
"Bang, bang"
Two mortar shells quickly landed behind the desperate running master craftsman. The blast of air blasted away the chasing troggs, but also pushed the overwhelmed mechanical bird forward.
Mekkatorque was thrown to the ground. The Great Craftsman was exhausted after escaping from the central control room. After the robot he controlled exploded, the Great Craftsman was injured. He raised his head dizzily.
, and saw those troggs charging fiercely at the dwarfs in front of them.
"No!"
The great craftsman grabbed the wrench beside him and smashed it towards the stone jaw monster. Ella, who was also exhausted, gritted her teeth and used her last magic power to awaken the corpses around her, driving them to block the stone jaws arbitrarily.
In front of the jaw monster, these escaping dwarfs were bought the last time.
"Bang bang bang"
The violent gunshots of the steam rifle rang out in the darkness, finally repelling the counterattacking radiation troggs. The dozen or so dwarf survivors who followed the great craftsman and escaped from hell collapsed on the ground, while Ella
He supported the big craftsman and walked behind the defense line of steam tanks.
"Thank you for your help."
Mekkatorque expressed his gratitude to Lord Kurtaz. The dwarf smiled and took the great craftsman from Ella's hand. The next moment, the cold warhammer was pressed against Ella's eyes.
"Witch! What is your relationship with those undead?"
Lord Kurtaz waited coldly for the female dwarf in front of him. He felt a hint of familiarity from Ella's method of manipulating the corpse, much like the death knights who suddenly emerged at the end of the war.
Normally, it is impossible for dwarf warlocks to exist in Khaz Modan, which is far away from the Cursed Land. Warlock magic is considered taboo in the entire alliance except Dalaran.
During the Orc War, many of Lord Kurtaz's brothers died under the magic of the orc warlocks, and the Paladins also suffered heavy casualties due to the appearance of the undead. Regardless of public or private matters, he had enough reasons to suspect and
Hostile to Ella.
"Kurtaz, Ella is not a bad person!"
The weak Mekkatorque reached out and pressed Lord Kurtaz's arm, and he said softly:
"You have seen with your own eyes that she is protecting her compatriots in her own way... She is not a bad person!"
"Mr. Mekkatorque, you are very tired. Go and rest."
The stubborn dwarf paladin winked at the dwarf soldiers beside him. Two soldiers stepped forward and helped Mekkatorque towards the elevator. Behind the nervous big craftsman, Lord Kurtaz whispered:
"I'll take care of it all."
"Then what are you going to do with me?"
Ella was not afraid of the paladin in front of her, a contemptuous smile flashed across her pale face:
"Calling all those who disagree with your beliefs heretics? Are you fanatically burning all spellcasters who use dark power? I know you can do it. The Paladins are a bunch of brainless idiots! Did your Holy Light tell you?
, it’s not the power that’s evil, but the user of the power? Or is it just that you don’t want to believe this?”
"Shut up! Witch!"
The dwarf said indifferently: "I saw you desecrate the corpse with my own eyes!"
"I was there to help!"
Ella became excited:
"Are you going to let me watch those dwarfs die at the hands of the Troggs? Have you been burned out by your beliefs?"
"quibble!"
Kurtaz lost his patience. He took a step forward with his weapon raised, and the surrounding paladins also gathered around him eagerly. Ella gritted her teeth, and two masses of dark energy gathered in the palm of her hand. At this moment,
Brian, who came in a hurry, saw this scene and shouted loudly:
"Kurtaz! Stop! Don't be impulsive!"
"Um?"
The dwarf paladin turned around and saw Brian running over quickly, grabbing his wrist and saying in his ear:
"This dwarf has saved tens of thousands of people... You can't kill her or hurt her, otherwise the dwarfs will riot. We are here to help them, don't let a good thing turn into a bad thing! If this makes you feel better
, she is also a former Alliance reconnaissance major, and she fought the orcs with you in the Burning Plains. She is a hero! Just like you."
"Um?"
Lord Kurtaz's expression became a little more subtle. He turned back and looked at Ella with a scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, he waved his hand and the dwarf paladins stepped aside. He looked at Ella and whispered
Asked:
"You participated in the Battle of the Burning Steppes? Then where did you learn the warlock magic?"
"No comment."
Ella said softly:
"Either kill me or let me go!"
This stubborn attitude made Kurtaz grit his teeth, but in the end, the dwarf paladin put down the weapon in his hand. He looked at the dwarf expressionlessly and said in a deep voice:
"I hate everything related to the undead. Logically speaking, I should purify you... But you have contributed to the alliance and saved people from this disaster. The merits and demerits are equal to each other!"
"The merits are equal to the faults?"
Ella smiled mockingly, stretched out her hand to push the paladin away, and strode towards the steam elevator behind her:
"Who are you? You are not qualified to judge me! Paladin, your holy light is not the truth, and I, I have seen more terrifying power... You can't scare me, so be it, goodbye
, elm-headed people.”
Lord Kurtaz looked at Ella's back and shouted loudly:
"The fire of the Holy Light has been ignited in Dun Morogh. Khaz Modan does not allow any dark power to exist. Leave here! Warlock, you are expelled! Next time I see you, there will not be such peace between us.
Yes! And once your tribe recovers from the panic, manipulating corpses will also be considered a sin. Ella, it will be good for yourself to leave here!"
"Seriously, it doesn't matter what they think!"
"Someone I respect once told me that after a change, nothing familiar will accept you anymore. They will be afraid of you and reject you. This is normal, because change...change itself is scary.
Yes, I have made a decision and I will bear the price."
The steam elevator slowly went up. Ella reached out and pulled down her broken hood. Her eyes could not be seen from the direction of Kurtaz, and only the sneer at the corner of her mouth could be seen.
"Continue to pray to the Holy Light, Paladin. I'm actually looking forward to...the next meeting between you and me. I hope that by that time, you can still righteously scold me for being such a hopeless evil.
