In a secret room in the city of Lordaeron, the angry Deseroc threw the black soul stone in his hand to the ground, and then trampled it to pieces like crazy.
The screaming soul floated out from it, surrounding the Dread Lord. It wanted to escape with a look of horror on its face, but the next moment it was smashed to pieces by the angry Dread Lord's claws. Its eyes were bulging, and its heart was full of anger.
and the shame of being fooled.
The importance of the Brilliant Star made Deseroc ignore many factors, including the drunkard who bumped into him at the last moment... It must have been him. He stole his gems and his future!
And no matter who he is, he is prepared... Deselok stared at the remains of the black soul stone at his feet. This stone was carved into an almost identical shape to the Brilliant Star, and was also cast on the outside.
An exquisite corrosive array, which also exudes a dark aura, looks almost exactly the same as the Brilliant Star.
This can only prove that the thief must have seen the stone, and he had made the mold in advance. In other words, it was not just Deseroc who tried to steal the stone that night, but all the Dread Lords.
His actions and what he thought was a flawless theft all fell into the eyes of the cunning thief.
"I was actually used as a weapon by a dirty human being! What a shame!"
The first reaction of Deseroc, who was so angry, was to rush out of Lordaeron, find the damn thief, and then crush him to ashes. But soon, he calmed down. This is a Dreadlord after all. Although
It was very young, but cunning and suspiciousness were engraved in its bones as instincts, and it quickly sorted out its thoughts.
A thief who has been preparing for a long time must have the support of a certain force behind him. Judging from the current situation of the Eastern Continent, there are enough motives and enough power to send spies towards the core area ruled by the human empire, and the purpose is also
With such a clear lock on the Atama Crystal, the name of this force is clearly revealed.
Dark Blade Knights!
There is no doubt that it is the group of rebellious undead from southern Xinjiang who once defeated the demon army led by the great demon Kazzak, and severely damaged Kazzak, a group of lunatics who have made it impossible for the great demon to fully resurrect in the twisted void...
They have an inexplicable hatred for demons, and the most terrible thing is that they are powerful enough to kill a demon, even if it is a demon lord.
After thinking about it, Deseroc found that he had to face a pessimistic reality. At least for now, before the powerful army of the Burning Legion appeared in Azeroth, it had to swallow this breath. It was very cowardly, yes.
But at least you can save your life. Once you dig too deep, it can easily lead to disaster. For the Dread Lord, saving his own life in any crisis is the most worthwhile thing.
It is not a powerful old-school fear devil like Varimathras and Tichondrius, and this matter cannot be known to its companions. Once the companions with the same evil intentions know the clues to the Atama Crystal, even if they win in the end,
It doesn't gain much either.
"It's not worth it...it's not worth it no matter how much you think about it."
Deselok grabbed his chin with his sharp claws. Finally, he decided to take a step back... burying the humiliation and hatred in his heart. When the army of polluters comes to dominate the world, then it can truly take revenge.
time.
At this time, in the distant southern Xinjiang, Tyrion didn't know that an action of his "friend" would cause so many emotional fluctuations for a fear devil, but to be honest, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't
Will take care of it.
Now the Dark Blade King has transcended the stage of Deserok. Even the most powerful first lord Tichondrius on the opposite side is not without the strength to fight. He no longer needs to take those little people into his heart.
Already.
In front of him, the quiet arakkoa assassin crow slowly retreated into the darkness. The assassin leader flew across the distance between north and south at extremely fast speeds in one day, delivering the most important treasure to Tyrion.
.
On the table in front of him, the black, irregular crystal was slowly suspended in the air under the influence of death energy. When it was rotating horizontally, the light of the stars lingering inside the gem was shining, as if
Reveal a strange future to Tyrion.
"Dad, what is this?"
Beside him, Dornan, who was having a great time holding the lazy tabby cat Mr. Bigworth, suddenly raised his head, tilted his head, and looked at the black crystal suspended on the table. After looking directly at the crystal for a moment,
Dornan subconsciously took a step back. Obviously, she saw a lot from the black halo of the crystal.
Facing his daughter's question, Tyrion supported his chin with his arms. He stared at the bright star that turned dark in front of him and said softly:
"This is the truth that reveals the origin of all things, my daughter."
Tyrion leaned back on the chair, reached out and held Dornan and the kitten in his arms. While stroking his daughter's long white hair, he whispered in a magnetic voice:
"Holy light and shadow are opposing yet symbiotic forces. They are opposite yet unified. Just like other forces in the world, they coexist and blend with each other."
"The Atama Crystal comes from a powerful ancient Naaru. A certain part of this crystal also inherits the essence of the Naaru, a creature of holy light. They always die in the cycle of light and darkness, and are slowly reborn.
, the Brilliant Star was supposed to be a holy object filled with holy light that could bring life the mission of finding justice and light. However, after being immersed in darkness, it transformed into the incarnation of endless shadows and turned into a symbol that brings eternal death.
messenger."
"Just like the Naaru itself, behind the light is the shadow. The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. This is true for all powers. Arcane and evil, life... and death, order and chaos, go hand in hand.
When you master one of them, you will master the other without any teacher. Of course, this requires you to be wise enough to discover its existence."
Tyrion's deep voice came to an end, and Dornan, who was sitting in his arms, scratched his head, frowned and thought about it for several minutes, then raised his head and looked at his old father pitifully:
"Dad, I don't understand."
"Oh, little Dornan, you don't need to understand it, you just need to remember it. When your wisdom is enough, you will naturally understand it, discover it, use it, and finally... surpass it.
.”
Tyrion stretched out his hand, flicked his daughter's little nose, put her on the ground, and patted her head:
"Go play with Mr. Bigglesworth and don't give him too much catnip."
"I'm going to take Mr. Bigworth to find Vanessa!"
Dornan put the lazy kitten on his head and said to his old father:
"And Taelia, she is relaxing at Vanessa's house. Dad, why do you think Taelia always doesn't play with me? She always talks bad about you. Is she a bad guy?"
"No, she's not a bad guy."
Tyrion put the Brilliant Star into the box. He bent down and said to his daughter:
"You can't just call other people bad guys, otherwise they will really act like bad guys to you...Little Taelia just hates me, she doesn't hate you, you can be friends with her, that's a very good girl
Girls... By the way, you can tell them that we are going to the Black Iron Area in two days, and if they want to come, you can invite them to come with us."
"besides..."
Tyrion picked up the box and said to his good daughter:
"Take care of your friend Crow. His huge body cannot appear in Stormwind City. It will frighten the humans."
"Well, I know."
Dornan nodded and said loudly:
"Crow likes the New World very much. He sleeps soundly underground. Dad, do you want to take Crow with you to the Black Iron Zone? It would be very miserable to leave him here alone. He doesn't like to be alone."
"certainly."
Tyrion smiled:
"We must take Crow with us. This time, we are going to find a "new friend" for you and a new friend for Crow."
"Find little Anduin a new friend too!"
Dornan ran around Tyrion with the little cat in her arms, and she shouted loudly:
"Little Anduin can talk now. He calls me sister. I want to find him a new friend!"
"All right."
Tyrion rubbed his forehead:
"Find him a new friend, too."
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In the Black Iron District of the Burning Plains, the former Blackstone Mountain has been completely transformed into a large factory. The sound of forging hammers is everywhere. Among the rocks filled with goblin cargo transportation tracks, busy workers
They drove undead laborers to load piled raw materials, ores or forged iron ingots into trucks.
On the other side is the secondary processing workshop. Compared with the raw material workshop, the number of undead workers here is much smaller. After all, this is a "technical area", and the forging process is difficult for the brainless undead to master.
Compared with the pace of life in the Defias Federation, the pace of the Black Iron Zone is very fast. A large amount of wealth is generated here every day, part of which is used for internal construction, and the other part of the wealth is converted into various daily necessities and raw materials, and is sent back to the area.
Return to the Black Iron District to make the production and living environment here better.
For the current Dark Iron dwarves, daily life is very, very "fulfilling". Under the management of the Thorium Council, each factory has to pay a large amount of taxes on a monthly basis, but even if the remaining
Those are enough for the practitioners to make a lot of money. The first batch of big businessmen with huge wealth have appeared. They have joined forces with the Thorium Council to control the business circle of the Black Iron Region.
Every day there are new people trying to get into this circle, but every day there are also losers who leave here in despair.
If you live here long enough, just the unity between the black iron merchants and the foreign merchants, as well as the intrigues between them, are enough to make a wonderful business war movie... Wealth always makes
Many people ignore it, but it always attracts everyone's attention.
For the civilians in the Black Iron District, life has been a bit dull recently. Except for the addition of a group of human apprentices in the workshop area, there are almost no major events.
And thanks to the taxes collected by the Thorium Council to provide benefits to orthodox civilians who support their rule, these Dark Iron Dwarf civilians can maintain a basic life even if they don't go out to work, but if you want to live a better life,
To enjoy a more abundant life, you have to find ways to make money yourself.
Compared with the leisurely days ruled by the Thaurissan royal family, the busy and wealthy life now is full of many subjective factors, freedom, a treasure that is dismissed when not obtained, but cannot be given up after obtained.
was distributed to everyone, and the new rulers used a more sophisticated way to restrict the freedom of the common people.
They use money to guide them and lure them into a new life.
Probably because each other has money in their pockets, the business of the Black Iron Bar is getting better and better. The manager of the bar, a mysterious dwarf Mr. Prager who has a large amount of wealth, has been in the previous few
Yue completed the expansion of the bar, but even though it was expanded three times, it was still bustling with people every day. The dwarves' thirst for wine made the place full every day.
A black iron dwarf wearing a greasy overseer's uniform strode through the crowd and sat on the seat reserved by his friends in advance. He took out a bulging gold coin bag from his arms and threw it on the table.
, the collision of gold coins made the surrounding noise much quieter, and then people heard the loud-voiced black iron dwarf shout loudly:
"Hey, Plagg, give each of my friends a drink! I'll treat them all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion among the surrounding drinkers.
“Oh, compliments to the generous Manager Grohl!”
"Long live Manager Grohl!"
"Your boss should give you another salary increase! If he doesn't do that, we will file a complaint against him at the Chamber of Commerce!"
Amidst the flood of praise, the proud Grohl stroked his messy beard. He worked in the factory of the Thorium Council, and today he became a workshop manager and a person of status in the new society.
, naturally want to show off.
The person who brought the wine was a coquettish succubus lady. This was the summon of Boss Prager and the most popular liquor girl in the Black Iron Bar. The succubus lady in very cool clothes placed the wine on the table.
On the table, before leaving, she winked at Grohl. The tenderness in her eyes made Grohl fascinated. He wished he could invite Miss Succubus out to dine alone and be alone with her.
Nice night.
But Grohl didn't do it in the end. On the one hand, Miss Succubus's "destructive power" was too strong. It would not be nice to spread the word that she was bedridden just after becoming a manager. On the other hand, Grohl didn't just come to drink today.
of.
"Come, everyone, drink to the Thorium Council! Drink to freedom!"
Grohl stood up, holding a glass of wine, and shouted to his old friends:
"Cheers to money! Cheers to our new life!"
His old friends are naturally the predecessors of the Thorium Council and veteran members of the Thorium Brotherhood. After the Thorium Council ruled Shadowforge City, they all had a very high starting point, and now everyone has made a career.
, but to be honest, the vision that the Thorium Brotherhood had when it was founded has always remained in the hearts of every member.
And today, Grohl is here to announce that vision.
"Wow, this wine is really strong!"
Grohl drained the wine in the glass in one gulp. His black beard was covered with wine stains. He looked around, lowered his voice, and said to his companions:
"Everyone, when I just got off work, I met Hansel and he told me...the time has come!"
"Huh? What?"
A drunken Dark Iron Dwarf asked subconsciously:
"when?"
"When else?"
Grohl said dissatisfiedly:
"The undead have finally made up their mind. My factory will start secretly manufacturing fire-resistant armor today. They will soon enter the Molten Core... Ragnaros' enslavement to the black iron is over!"
