Twilight's Hammer, this is a secret organization born in recent years.
In the dark world of Azeroth, the Twilight's Hammer is developing very rapidly. It is like many second-rate organizations with poor management and chaos. It welcomes all the guys who come here, no matter who you were before.
No matter who you are, whether you are a criminal, a villain, or even the most vile scum, they welcome you to join their big family.
No one knows where the headquarters of the Twilight Hammer is, and no one knows who the leader of this organization is. They seem to be everywhere, with their contacts in any chaotic place. These guys are chanting doomsday warnings.
, uses exaggerated and illusory hell to scare honest people, in order to spread their twisted beliefs. In short, this is an organization full of evil.
And in one of the most chaotic areas in the Eastern Continent, Blackstone Tower and Blackstone Abyss, their presence is indispensable. And the most terrible thing is that these cultists seem to have reached some strange agreement with the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan.
According to the agreement, the emperor allowed them to live and preach in Blackstone Abyss. According to some rumors, the reason why the Dark Iron dwarves were able to quickly re-summon the phantom of the Fire Lord was because of the help of the Twilight Hammer.
The rumors cannot be believed, but they cannot be grounded. In short, the mysterious Twilight Hammer has officially become an upstart force among the Dark Iron dwarves. In the repressed darkness of Shadowforge City, there are many dark people every day.
The iron dwarves, with one purpose or another, joined this terrible organization.
"The whisper of twilight rings in the ears of every ignorant person. As long as you sincerely dedicate everything you have to the nameless master, you can share this gift with other brothers."
In a dark stone chamber in Blackrock Abyss, the members of the Twilight Hammer gathered here, listening to the "sermon" from the Twilight envoy Ms. Gerstarn. The woman said in a mysterious and sneaky voice.
She said some strange words, and there was a trace of impatience hidden under her artificial voice.
The so-called Twilight Envoy herself was one of the famous thieves leaders in the Kingdom of Alterac three months ago. At that time, she commanded more than a dozen people under her command and thrived in the chaotic Kingdom of Alterac.
, life was very unhappy, but after the rebuilding of the Arathor Empire, Countess Presto dedicated the entire kingdom to the imperial royal family as a direct crown prince. As a result, Lothar commanded the powerful knights, and in just one day
Within a month, all thieves and robber groups, large and small, will be wiped out.
Under the rule of the "iron-fisted" emperor, Alterac quickly restored order. In order to escape the call of the gallows, Ms. Gerstarn had to flee her homeland. By a certain chance, she joined
The Twilight's Hammer, but she does not regard this organization as her lifelong destination. People who live on the edge of a knife are always unwilling to be manipulated. She has been trying to use the name of the Twilight's Hammer to establish a stronghold in the Darkforge.
Loot a fortune in the city.
"The curse of flesh and blood will eventually be eradicated, and every brother who believes in the master will be perfectly promoted in the glory that comes at the twilight hour!"
Gerstarn's sermon finally ended. This act of reciting strange poems sometimes made her hair stand on end. What was even worse was that after memorizing these poems and occasionally falling asleep late at night, she actually
Some furtive whispers could be heard, which made Ms. Gerstahn, who was known as the "interrogator", feel a kind of pressure. She told herself that she could not stay in this place for long.
But what needs to be done now still needs to be done. The lady sighed and walked among the believers with a pastor-like expression of compassion. Soon, she saw a man with his head lowered, sitting in the crowd, shivering.
The believer must be a black iron dwarf, and it seems that he is of a high status.
"Brother, tell me, did you hear that sound?"
The Twilight Envoy knelt down beside the trembling dwarf and asked in his softest voice:
"Tell others that you heard the voice of the Master! Tell them of the gift that the whisper gave you."
The trembling dwarf raised his head, but what caught Gerstarn's eyes was a pair of gray-white, emotionless eyes. The former thief lady felt threatened. She stood up quickly and tried to retreat, but it was too late.
The dead dwarf took out a bottle filled with green viscous liquid from his arms, held it in his hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice:
"I heard it! The voice came from His Majesty. His noble Majesty allowed me to be a special envoy and asked me to inform you before the end..."
"Bang"
The undead dwarf slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground. The next moment, the rippling green liquid in the bottle was exposed to the air, and then swayed quickly. At that moment when the green mist enveloped the entire room, the undead
The distorted voice of the dwarf also sounded in the ears of desperate Gerstarn:
"His Majesty said... Hell, the gate to Hell, is open!"
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"Ahem"
In the military camp in the east area of Shadowforge City, Black Iron Defense General Angefor struggled to support his body with his long sword and staggered forward in the room filled with green gas. He was a powerful warrior, so in this sudden explosion
In the disaster, he persisted longer than those soldiers, but this did not seem to be happiness.
This only means that he has to endure more pain before he can die.
Along with the deep and heavy breathing, the destructive green plague surged crazily in his body, as if he had swallowed a sharp knife, cutting his internal organs and organs, changing him every second.
Weaker.
Angefor climbed up the stairs with difficulty. These green gases had their own weight. They had not yet escaped to the higher floors. He sat on the relatively safe stairs and looked at the military camp below with dull eyes. A total of 700 people.
Among the elite soldiers, very few people escaped. The painful corpses were scattered on the ground. Some of them clung to their necks before dying, and some couldn't bear the pain and chose to use weapons.
Kill yourself.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Here comes the Fire Demon King..."
General Angefor's eyes were blank. This disaster happened too quickly, without any warning. The soldier who sneaked into the military camp smashed the bottle in his hand when everyone was drunk. In Shadowforge City,
In the scorching hot environment, the liquid evaporated at an extremely fast speed, and before they could react, it was like a tide of fear, flooding everyone.
General Anglefort has never seen such a terrible poison gas, and the lethality it imparts is unbelievably strong...
"Your Majesty, I have to inform, Your Majesty..."
The general who was extremely loyal to the Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan struggled to hold himself up and walked towards the exit of the military camp. He picked up his long sword and slashed hard at the mechanism made of chains. After the tight chains were cut off, the closed
The door to the hall opened, and a scorching wind blew across his black cheeks, allowing the general injured by the poisonous gas to breathe the familiar air again.
But before he could take another breath, a black battle ax hit his head. The black iron dwarf relied on his superb combat intuition to block the blow with difficulty with the long sword in his hand, but the battle ax carried
The terrifying force was like smashing a ball, throwing his short body violently backward.
"Bang"
The general hit the wall and then rolled down to the ground in a panic. His weak body could no longer bear the blow. He opened his mouth and a stream of blood mixed with green liquid spurted out.
Angefor raised his head with difficulty and saw a tall figure in black armor walking into the hall carrying a battle ax. The diffuse green mist wrapped around his body, but it seemed that there was no way to hurt him.
He is an orc...a tall orc with green eyes, but the cold temperament wrapped around him makes it look like he is not an ordinary orc.
"Bang"
Grokush's combat boots stepped on the Black Iron General's chest. He looked down at the dwarf. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a touch of indifference shining:
"Sorry, but this is a personal grudge."
Grokush said something, and the next moment, in Angefor's desperate eyes, the battle ax shining with the undead runes roared and chopped down. Along with the pain of convulsions, the wave of darkness in front of him swept away the loyal black man.
The iron dwarves were completely submerged.
As if he had done something insignificant, the Death Lord stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from the tomahawk blade on Angefor's body. Then he looked around and saw that there were no living soldiers in the camp.
Already.
"Although the process is not very glorious, you, you are the warriors we really need."
Grokush snorted, took out some materials from the backpack on his back, and began to set up the recruitment circle. The corpses killed by the plague were basically intact, so there was no need to rest the body. What he had to do now
, which is to drag the souls of these black iron dwarves back from the abyss of hell.
At the same time, in Shadowforge City, which was full of wails and screams, Tyrion and Myra walked quietly on the road to the throne room. Behind them, wherever there was military power of the Dark Iron Dwarves,
It had been filled with the plague created by Khadgar, and the frightened Dark Iron civilians were running wildly on the roads of Shadowforge City, like a group of panicked beasts.
Tyrion did not frantically spread the plague to civilian areas, because civilians were not the warriors he needed, and the huge forging equipment in Shadowforge City also needed some living people to maintain it. Most importantly, after the Thorium Brotherhood took over
After entering Shadowforge City, these Dark Iron civilians will become his "subjects".
In the creed of the Dark Blade Knights, life and death are a complete cycle, and Tyrion, as the leader, is not willing to take the initiative to break it.
"Grokush went to the eastern military camp, and Lumi went to the western military camp. Soon, we will have a dwarf army."
Myra whispered to Tyrion:
"The Thorium Brotherhood has set up a containment point in the Dark Iron Bar. They promised us that they would eliminate the loyal followers of the Fire Lord, leaving only the unbelieving Dark Iron dwarves. But I am curious about those who were eliminated.
How will the civilians be treated?”
A hint of coldness flashed in the Blood Lord's blood-red eyes:
"Do you want to kill them all?"
"That would be such a waste, Myra."
Tyrion shook his head, and he looked at the road leading to the throne room with a scrutinizing gaze. This was a bridge built on hot magma. In the center of the bridge, there was an ancient forge, which was said to be the black
The treasures of the iron dwarves, many famous armors and weapons were made on this forging platform.
When the two people approached the forging platform, the protective magic was activated, and a huge, violent fire element appeared in front of the two people, but before the servant of the Fire Demon King shouted any shocking slogans,
Tyrion waved his hand, and the heavy and ferocious wind struck with extreme coldness, hitting the fire element in front of him like a gathering storm.
That irresistible force forcibly extinguished the burning body of the fire element. It let out a wail, and the fiery red body was frozen by the ice, like a work of art full of contradictions.
"Dark Blade needs to develop and grow. We will have more and more soldiers, armor, weapons, and more advanced warfare modes. These require enough steel to achieve, and Blackstone Mountain is a very rich mineral source...
Those fanatics were thrown into the mines."
The Dark Blade King waved his hand and said casually:
"Work to death, or give up their faith, but maybe the Fire Demon King's faith can give them the possibility of finding "salvation" in extreme pain. Haha, in short, I am looking forward to seeing that scene."
Myra shrugged:
"But the character of the Dark Iron Dwarves determines that they will not be good slaves..."
This sentence made Tyrion turn his head in confusion, and he looked at Myra:
"Wait a minute, in your opinion, are there any slaves who are disobedient?"
This rhetorical question left Myra speechless, but he also understood what Tyrion meant...his cousin had been immersed in darkness for too long, when Alleria was not by his side.
, his ruthless side will always be clearly revealed.
"Bang"
In front of the two of them, a closed door was pushed open wildly. The interrogator Gerstahn, who was covered in blood, climbed out of the hell of green mist with difficulty. She let out a laugh like a night owl after escaping from death.
, she turned over with difficulty, lying on the ground breathing heavily, but when she turned her head, she saw Tyrion standing next to her, looking at her calmly.
The Dark Blade King knelt down, reached out and touched Gerstarn's pale and painful face, and took off the emblem representing the Twilight Hammer from her neck. Tyrion shook his head and said to Myra behind him:
"Look, the Twilight Hammer has taken root here, and this city is hopeless..."
As he spoke, his fingers touched Gerstarn's neck. The coldness of death made the interrogator tremble all over. She begged for mercy with difficulty:
"No! Please, let me go! Please..."
"Why refuse?"
A gentle smile appeared on Tyrion's lips, and he whispered in the interrogator's ear:
"Isn't this the doomsday you have been waiting for? The Twilight Trial you want, don't worry... I will realize it for you bit by bit. Now, go on your way in peace, you madman of Twilight's Hammer."
