With the help of the Screamers who came to support, Grokush, the Death Lord who initially took control of the chaotic Ironforge, strode into the King's Hall of Ironforge, and sitting on the warm throne, he
The leader, the Dark Blade King.
In the hall in front of Tyrion, there is a piece of crystal clear ice, and there is a dwarf frozen in it. He has a beautiful long orange beard and a slightly twisted crown. That is Magni
.Bronzebeard, the king of Ironforge, the best forge master in Azeroth.
Faced with Grokush's question, Tyrion shook his head and answered in a low and hollow voice:
"He's not dead...but he's close. I've made the same mistake many times. Grokush, my loyal lord, I'll give you a long vacation and go back to Draenor to see your sons.
Well, by the way, help me send Magni Bronzebeard to the Black Temple. There is no Hades Abyss in the world of Draenor. Recruiting there can make the soul of this outstanding talent as complete as possible."
"Um."
Grokush nodded without saying anything. He looked around and saw Tyrion's unusual wrist, and noticed Grokush's gaze. Tyrion shrugged and said
He raised his wrist, and then the Orc Death Lord saw that the powerful Dark Blade King's wrist was twisted at an abnormal angle, while a ball of dark red death energy was quickly repairing his injuries.
"The power of the King of the Hill is indeed mysterious and powerful."
The Dark Blade King stepped down from the throne and looked at the ice in front of him. In the ice, Magni, who was seriously injured by him, seemed to be sleeping. But even so, the anger and unwillingness on his face were still vivid.
In the head.
"The joint strangulation attempt by Rogge and Crow also failed."
Tyrion's voice echoed in the King's Hall:
"Muradin Bronzebeard is also a powerful king of the hill. He may be more difficult to deal with than Magni. Their failure is reasonable, but Muradin also suffered a heavy blow because of his bloodline and identity.
, there is no doubt that he is a big problem."
"Then leave it to me."
Grokush took the initiative and said:
"Before I leave, I will try my best to find him and then get rid of him."
"No! It's not necessary!"
The Dark Blade King shook his head, turned his gaze to the wall on the right side of the King's Hall, and said softly:
"There is a secret hidden in Ironforge. The bloodline of the ancient guardians has left the most traces on the dwarves, and the mysterious power of the King of the Hill comes from this. The Bronzebeard family relies on more than just to rule Ironforge.
Majesty, but a real inheritance. I am very interested in the real history of this world, and Muradin and Mr. Bryan will be our "good helpers"."
Tyrion's eyes narrowed:
"Especially after they realize the importance of this power to dwarves and humans... I need them to be the vanguard to dig out the secrets left over from ancient history. That is a treasure that I currently do not have the time or energy to find. They
Will find it for me."
"What if they don't realize it?"
Grokush was not as confident as his monarch. He asked:
"You also said that this is a royal secret hidden in Ironforge. They definitely don't want too many people to know about it, and a small-scale secret operation means it will take a long time, even if time is on our side.
But you shouldn’t take the initiative to waste it.”
The corners of Tyrion's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a strange smile. He patted his loyal subordinate and said softly:
"So, someone is needed to remind them, and I happen to know such a person."
"Go, Grokush, enjoy your vacation, and take poor Yrel back home by the way. She is in urgent need of training. The poor and stubborn girl was too seriously injured this time, and she doesn't know
How long will it take for her to recover?"
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"We live in a false peace and work hard to maintain this illusion. In fact, the wisest among us have seen that war never stops, it breaks out in invisible corners all around us, and it never stops.
There is no trace but the fire is in full swing."
A hoarse and deep voice sounded in the office of Mekkatorque, the great craftsman in New Craftsman Town. In that artificial and mysterious tone, there was more or less a hint of mockery and gloomy expectation.
The voice paused for a moment, seemingly to give the participants time to think. After a few seconds, it sounded again:
"And the stupidest thing is that no one wants to know and accept the truth. Our people are happy to continue this false peaceful life, letting the silent bullets pierce the sky above us, even after we lose our home
, lost their own people in the disaster, and even made the people lose their confidence."
"I don't want to hold anyone responsible here. I also know that for a race like ours, it is impossible to force everyone to join a cruel war, but the problem is... even if we resist,
If we continue to resist, we will use all our methods and all our wisdom to avoid war, but one day, war will still come to us!"
The hoarse voice became louder:
"Just like cavemen, such disasters are not accidental. It's time to break the illusion in our hearts. It's time for everyone to come to the front and let us control our own destiny instead of leaving everything to illusory luck."
The voice smiled, and ended her story with a joke:
"Compared with other races, the most tragic thing for dwarves is that... we have no faith, so in desperate moments, even if we pray, no one will come to save us, not even the Holy Light.
meeting."
Her voice finally fell. This long-prepared narration was wonderful, but at this time, in this oppressive room, no one stood up to applaud her, and the participants were silent. In fact, this was not
It means they are stupid. It can be said that the dozen or so people sitting in this room are definitely the dozen or so people with the highest IQs in the world.
After the weird atmosphere lasted for several minutes, the great craftsman Mekkatorque, who was wearing complicated goggles and had a smooth scalp on his head, stood up from the mechanical chair. He pressed the goggles behind him, revealing
He saw his wise and flexible blue eyes, but they could not conceal his fatigue and loss.
He put his slender hands on the steel table in front of him, looked at the short figure wrapped in a dark red cloak opposite the long round table, and asked in a serious tone:
"You said you came for the fate of the dwarves, but at noon today, our allies, the dwarves of Ironforge, suffered a terrible disaster. Their city fell, their army was destroyed, and their king, I most
My good friend Magni has disappeared, and what I really want to ask is, this hidden lady in front of us...Who are you? Which force do you represent? And..."
The voice of the great craftsman became sharp:
"What qualifications do you have to talk about the future of the race in front of us? In my opinion, you are just a lunatic who demagogues people! In the recent period, your activities in New Artisan Town cannot be hidden from us. Those who have been deceived by you
Where have all the craftsmen gone?”
"hehe"
The short figure in the dark red cloak faced this question. She did not panic. She stretched out the fingers in her sleeves, and the blood-red nails made the two members of the Artisan Council sitting next to her subconsciously
After moving her body, she could see that this guy looked like a dwarf, but she was full of evil energy, a temperament that made people reluctant to approach her.
Evil and chaotic, with a kind of madness in the chaos.
"You say I'm not qualified? Mekkatorque, as the person directly responsible for allowing careerists to destroy Gnomeregan! Are you evaluating me and saying that I'm not qualified to discuss the future of the race with you?"
"madness!"
"Shua"
Ella grabbed the edge of the hood with both hands, exposing her face and blood-red eyes to her compatriots. This scene made all the council members widen their eyes, including Meka who just questioned her.
Trafigura.
"You! Ella. Magic Thread! You...are you still alive?"
On the day when Gnomeregan fell, Ayla lost her confidence and was about to commit suicide, but she was rescued by Mekkatorque himself. Most of the congressmen sitting here have heard of Ayla's story. In that disaster
, if Ella had not come forward, at least tens of thousands of people would have been killed by those crazy troggs. The most important thing is that more than one person witnessed the scene when Ella personally killed the great traitor Thermaplugg.
It can be said that Ayla is definitely a hero among the dwarves. If she had still stayed in Khaz Modan when the new Artisan Town was established, she would at least be a member of the Artisans Council now.
"Of course I'm alive, and I'm living well."
Ella looked at the strange looks of her compatriots. She didn't care. She stretched out her hand, and the magic of blood helped her pick up the small wine bottle hanging on her waist. After taking another sip of the cool blood wine, the dwarf vampire stretched out her hands.
, propped up his body and looked at the congressmen in front of him with a very oppressive gaze.
"You are very curious about my experience, but my story can be told later. The purpose of my coming back this time, as I said, is for the future of the race. Believe me, Mekkatorque and all the members, please believe
Me, even though my current state is a bit weird, I have never forgotten my race and the place where I was born."
"As for those outstanding tribesmen who no longer want to immerse themselves in being ostriches, I sent them to an absolutely safe place, a place where they can show their talents, a place where dwarfs can truly realize their ultimate "dream"!"
Ella opened her arms and shouted in a high-pitched voice:
"In a technological future, in the old system, magic and individual power are the forces that dominate history. No matter how great the contribution the gnomes make, no matter how many new products we bring to the world, no one will notice.
Our dedication, that’s unfair, that’s a twisted system, that’s wrong!”
"But there was a person. That person told me that everything the dwarfs insist on, the crazy atheism in the eyes of other races, the research for which we have devoted everything, those fantastic ideas, he told me, those are the future of this world.
,Those are the forces that can truly change the world!”
Ella's blood-red eyes were shining with fanatical light. She looked at the people in front of her sincerely and said in a deep voice:
"Compatriots, he gave us the opportunity to become a better and greater race. He gave us the opportunity to use technology to change the world. Isn't that the dream that the dwarfs have been pursuing? Now it is here, our future
It will be better than imagined before, better than the fantasy of any era!"
"Wait! Ella!"
Mekkatorque loudly interrupted the dwarf's confusion. He keenly felt the core of the problem. He looked at the dwarf in front of him suspiciously and asked loudly:
"Who is that person? Who is that person who is proclaiming a new future to you?"
Ayla took a deep look at Mekkatorque. The opinion of this wise craftsman was very important in the entire dwarf race, and he asked an unavoidable question, so after a moment, Ayla
La coughed slightly and replied:
"Tyrion. Blade of Dawn! Maybe those of you who are closed are not familiar with this name, but he has another name that you must have heard of, King of the Dark Blade!"
"What!"
"You're crazy!"
"Ella, you are bewitched!"
As soon as this name, which is now like a nightmare in the Eastern Continent, was spoken, the entire Council of Craftsmen exploded, and the great craftsman Mekkatorque even widened his eyes and looked at the dwarf vampire in front of him in disbelief. He was a little angry.
But he didn't know how to say it. In the end, the great craftsman waved his hand feebly:
"Ella, no one can deny your contribution to our race, but your suggestion is too shocking. Now, please go out, leave Khaz Modan, and never come back again! We will not fight the undead.
Complicity... We will not betray our allies, especially at this juncture."
"I knew it."
Ella was not surprised by this decision. Under the angry gazes of all the members, she stood up, waved her wide sleeves, and showed a creepy smile to the others:
"But it's too late."
"What? What do you mean?"
From Ella's smile, the great craftsman felt that something was wrong, and he asked. Faced with this curiosity, Ella shrugged:
"I am very aware of the character flaws of our race. Being too smart makes us always suspicious and indecisive when doing big things. Therefore, I have made the decision for you privately."
"Remember the steam tank we designed for the dwarves of Ironforge? It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire Council of Artisans, and it also created the most powerful king of land warfare in the Eastern Continent, but the dwarves sold every tank
When talking about the invention, the contribution of the dwarfs would not be mentioned. They made a lot of money, but as the inventors, we did not get even a penny of profit, and we did not even have the right to name it."
"Just like what happened after we taught them how to make muskets, provided them with the blueprints of aircraft, and shared with them the idea of underground rails, we are not the vassals of the dwarves! I don't want to be the high IQ of the dwarves.
slave!"
Ella narrowed her eyes and slammed her fists on the steel table, leaving two clear fist marks. She shouted angrily:
"Is this normal? Is this humiliation deserving? Lift your heads, cowards!"
Under Ella's order, the congressmen subconsciously raised their heads and heard Ella's sharper voice:
"I've had enough of this kind of contempt, so I asked those who agreed with me to design a new weapon for the Darkblade, and just this afternoon, those weapons smashed on the head of Ironforge's steam tank
Go up and completely destroy them!"
"Yes, I submitted the dwarves' "break-up letter" to the dwarves in this way. I'm sorry for not discussing it with you in advance."
Ella waved her sleeves and turned to leave. The moment she walked out of the door, she looked back at the dumbfounded craftsman and showed him a sweet smile:
"You may hate me, but the dwarf has only one last way left."
"And you, sooner or later you will know that I am the right one!"
