"I thought you would kill them all without mercy and force them to serve us."
Myra stood behind Tyrion and watched the silent Dark Iron Dwarf disappear into the excavation site. He whispered playfully:
"So my cousin, do you occasionally show kindness?"
"The decision to kill or not does not depend on my will. Myra, you have to understand that if a whole wants to expand, it must have creators with flexible thinking to join it."
Tyrion said:
"Necrons, Necrons are brave enough, have strong execution, and are not afraid of opponents, but we also have shortcomings that cannot be concealed. We are not good at breakthrough thinking. Only living craftsmen can satisfy this, and the Thorium Brotherhood's
The dwarf blacksmiths, including the stonemasons of the Defias Brotherhood, are members who are very suitable for this role."
"At least in this aspect, living people have advantages over undead. And if something has advantages visible to the naked eye, why don't we use them reasonably?"
Tyrion looked at his brother and asked:
"We can't let precious high-level knights wield the forging hammer. We always need some sharp-thinking survivors, do you understand? You must pay special attention to those precious technical talents in future conquests.
"
"for example?"
Myra asked, Tyrion shrugged:
"The best engineer Gelbin Mekkatorque, the best blacksmith Magni Bronzebeard, as well as the highly prestigious enchantment masters in Quel'Thalas, and even excellent cooks and attendants
...We always have to provide a good living environment for the talented people who serve us."
"I heard that the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan is also a very famous forging master."
Myra Dawn Blade frowned and asked:
"Then do we also have to avoid the palace of Shadowforge City during this plague release?"
"Well, don't call it 'plague', I hate that word."
Tyrion waved his hand:
"As for Thaurissan, he believes in his god in his heart. He is a fanatic, and I hate fanatics. He is not the best. Why choose a second-rate guy when we already have a better choice?
"
"Understood."
Myra nodded. Behind him, the killed Dark Iron Dwarves were resurrected one by one, and the death knights divided the green viscous liquid into vials and handed them to each resurrected dwarf.
On the other side, in the Searing Gorge, a barren land that was also turned into scorched earth by the power of the Fire Lord, in the remote Thorium Outpost, the headquarters of the Thorium Brotherhood, the returning death knight Hansel
.The heavy punch received an "enthusiastic" welcome.
"Drop your weapons! Damn it!"
Lolor, the reconnaissance captain of the Thorium Brotherhood, held up the modified dwarf musket in his hand and angrily ordered the other dwarves to surround Hansel, who looked abnormal. Lolor shouted loudly:
:
"Hansel, what the hell happened to you? Speak! Speak quickly!"
"Bang"
Facing more than a dozen muskets surrounding him, the warhammer in Hansel's hand was thrown aside. The dwarf had just been resurrected, and his mind was still immersed in the entanglement of life and death. His own consciousness was not very clear.
But before leaving, what Tyrion told him was firmly in his mind.
"I'm dead...but that's not important. I want to see the big foreman and the big blacksmith, now! Right now!"
The energy of death was flowing in Hansel's body, and the senses that were completely different from those of the living drove the Dark Iron Dwarf almost crazy. He was breathing desperately, but although the organs that had lost their function could still move, every time
Breathing no longer has the feeling of being closely connected to life. The heart no longer beats, but the blood still flows in the blood vessels under the influence of some mysterious power.
His sense of energy seemed to be infinitely enhanced, while the touch of his fingertips was weakened. Most importantly, his sense of taste completely disappeared. While waiting for the arrival of the great blacksmith and lord of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel sat on the ground.
, opened a barrel of dwarf ale, raised the barrel crazily, and poured it into his mouth, but the taste, the taste of the dwarves' favorite wine, disappeared, replaced by a feelingless, like cold
A feeling like running water.
The torture of never being able to drink good wine again drove him almost crazy.
"ah!"
Hansel roared and smashed the wine barrel in his hand on the ground, and the wine spilled everywhere. His eyes became red. Even after death, the anger still did not disappear from his body, but was found.
A new outlet.
"Why hasn't he come yet? Where is Bonnet? Let them come to see me!"
Hansel grabbed his war hammer, and the death energy in his body wrapped around the weapon uncontrollably. A cold aura enveloped the new death knight, making him look very dangerous, and the black man standing next to him
The iron dwarf musketeers looked at each other. Before he died, Hansel was also a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood, and no one dared to attack him.
Amidst the roar of heavy punches, after receiving the news, the hurried Thorium foreman Offist and the great blacksmith Bone Knight ran to Hansel. They looked at the man in front of them, who was wrapped in a cold storm.
Monster, the great lord shouted in a harsh voice:
"My brother, what happened?"
"Bang"
A small bag containing a cursed code was thrown at Offist's feet. Hansel Chongfang looked at the person he wanted to see. His furious mood calmed down strangely, and his gray slag-like eyes tightened.
Staring at the two people in front of him, he said dryly:
"The undead are going to attack Shadowforge City. Only those Dark Iron dwarves who are willing to follow the Thorium Brotherhood can survive. They said they would give us freedom at the price of our serving them in the future."
"Who? Who said we should be given freedom?"
The great blacksmith Bonnet's eyes widened. He looked at his former brother and shouted loudly:
"Take me! Hansel, I will refuse them, we don't need this kind of freedom to be given away!"
This sentence made the death knight's expression dim, and he said in a hollow voice:
"Look at me, brother! This is the answer...The freedom they gave us cannot be refused, otherwise, I am the answer now."
"Asshole!"
The Dark Iron dwarves are a bunch of violent guys. Seeing their brothers being threatened, the great foreman Offist picked up the warhammer and walked to Hansel's side. He grabbed Hansel's wrist and shouted loudly:
"No one can force the Dark Iron dwarves! They will not get what they want. Trust me, Hansel, we will find..."
"Bang"
Before Offist finished speaking, a heavy war hammer hit him on the head. The big foreman's eyes were full of disbelief, but the flattened head was full of blood. He collapsed on Hansel.
At his feet, those eyes were full of questions, seeming to be asking Hansel, why did he do this?
Hansel's eyes were also full of pain, but fleetingly, the killing alleviated the anger in his heart. So under the gaze of the members of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel raised his war hammer and aimed it at them.
Above the sky in the Searing Gorge, the Crows of the Screamer Legion who came from the distant cursed land have taken control of the sky.
"I said, the freedom we offer... you, you can't refuse!"
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"Don't you have anything to say to me? Red."
Grokush stood at the entrance to the upper level of the Blackstone Tower. This was a secret tunnel. Because of the poor relationship with the Black Iron Dwarves living in the Blackstone Abyss, conflicts would occur from time to time. Therefore, the Blackstone Orcs who stayed in the Blackstone Tower would
The entrance to Blackrock Tower was blown down, leaving only a secret passage that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. Now, the orcs loyal to Chief Blackhand are firmly guarding both sides of the secret passage to ensure that this conversation will not happen.
Discovered by others.
Standing in front of Grokush is his son Red. Compared with a few years ago, Red Blackhand has become more mature and more gloomy. To the outside world, he is the nominal chief of the orthodox tribe.
, commanding the Blackstone and Firebrand orc clans in Blackstone Tower as well as the Burning Thorn Troll clan that was conquered a few years ago. He is a cruel leader, but he is also the one who brought the three clans together with his talent and strength.
The powerful Dark Iron Dwarves face off.
It is said that this gloomy chief is plotting some conspiracies secretly. This can be seen from the fact that the Blackstone clan started cultivating black dragon eggs a few years ago. This chief should have reached some agreement with the mysterious black dragon, and he also specializes in cultivating black dragon eggs.
An area has been divided into the Blackstone Tower for the black dragons to live.
However, when facing his father, Red Blackhand, who had always been cruel and resolute, was still like the young man a few years ago. Faced with Grokush's questioning, Red lowered his head guiltily and half-knelt.
In front of his father, he said like a confession:
"I failed you, father. I failed to take good care of Maimu...those dwarves, when those damn black iron dwarves attacked us, Maimu...he was seriously injured."
"Seriously injured?"
A chill flashed through the eyes of the old orc. As Luminas once said, for the dead, their feelings are very persistent and stubborn, but for Grokush, in addition to using all his power
They are all dedicated to Beyond the Dark Blade, and his only remaining emotion is for his son and the remaining kindness to the orcs.
These emotions supported him and were an important pillar for his soul after death. Therefore, after hearing that his son was seriously injured, Grokush's voice became much harsher.
"Who hurt him?"
"The General of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Ungfur, that despicable bastard."
Reid gritted his teeth and said: "He provoked the conflict between the Blackstone Clan and the Firebrand Clan, as well as those stupid ogres. Blackstone Tower was in chaos at that time. When I arrived with the dragon, Maimu.
..Maim, he has..."
"dragon?"
Grokush's expression became subtle: "So, you really cooperated with the black dragons?"
"Father, I..."
Reid wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Grokush with a wave of his hand:
"I don't want to hear the details, and I don't care about the details. I just want to ask you, is it too late to get out now?"
Red stood up hurriedly. From his father's words, he tasted something bad. As a warchief, in the past few years, he had been getting along with many forces in intrigues. He was no longer the simple orc he used to be. He tried to
Sexually asked:
"Father, the forces you are loyal to must..."
Grokush glanced at his son and said softly:
"Your Majesty's eyes have been set on Blackstone Mountain. Soon, this place will become a living hell. I am here to give you an ultimatum. Red, my son, leave here with the Blackstone orcs who are loyal to you.
This is the last power I can get for you!"
"You want me to run away without a fight?"
There was a hint of stubbornness in Reid's tone. He took a step back and looked at his father, whose face was no longer the same. The orc in front of him was another body, an orc he had never seen before. Although the inner soul was
his father.
"I have been ruling my tribe according to the way you taught me. I have always followed your example, but now, you ask me to leave my subjects and flee without a fight? No, I cannot agree."
"So, you want to stand opposite me?"
Grokush asked calmly: "Red, do you want to challenge me? Do you want to challenge the Dark Blade?"
"I just...just can't leave like this! That's all!"
Red clenched the weapon behind his back and said in a solemn voice: "I have my responsibility, I have my mission! Nefarian promised me..."
"The Black Dragon Prince himself can't protect himself. Do you still care about the future he promised?"
The old orc sneered, and his green eyes became dim:
"I might as well say it straight, Red. The Black Dragon Prince will soon usher in his end, and fall into hell with all his ambitions and delusions. I won't let you escape. Listen to me, Red.
Chief Blackhand, I just want you to take your people back to your hometown... Draenor, that world did not collapse as we expected. On the contrary, it is recovering bit by bit. You can go back there, Nagrand.
The grasslands are large enough for the Blackstone Tribe to continue to exist."
"The disputes in this world will be resolved by me personally, and you...you must dedicate everything you have to the continuation of the Blackstone Clan! Including Maimu, he can get the best treatment in Draenor!"
"Then... what about the Fire Seal Clan? Where are the Burning Thorn Trolls? They are also my people!"
Red Blackhand roared:
"They are loyal to me!"
Grokush did not answer any more. He looked at his son and slowly retreated into the shadows behind him:
"Very good, you have finally grown up... Then, prepare your army for war, Chief Blackhand. The next time we meet, we will be enemies."
