Elemental creatures have a characteristic. As long as the core of the body is not destroyed, no matter how many times their bodies are defeated, they can quickly recover with the surge of elemental power. Generally speaking, special forms of elemental life
It is determined that it is difficult for them to obtain true wisdom, but once the elements give birth to wisdom, it means that the difficulty of dealing with them will increase exponentially.
Therefore, in the history of Azeroth, there have been very few cases where an elemental lord was completely killed. It is almost impossible for a mortal to completely kill an intelligent elemental.
But once a war breaks out between the elements, it will be endless. The kings of the four elements have deep-rooted conflicts with each other. In the elemental realm, the war between the four elements has never stopped. Therefore, eradicating the roots is the cruelty followed by all elemental beings.
Criteria.
"Bang"
In the battle between two powerful elemental beings, the terrain of the Molten Core has been completely changed, and in the deepest part of the cave, in the sea of scorching magma, the huge and angry stone life Krog'Maw's repeated attacks
After beating, the core of the illusion of power left by the Fire Demon King Ragnaros in the material world, a huge flame core as bright as a treasure was finally broken.
At the moment when the heavy elemental fist shattered the core shell of the flames, all the fire elements wandering throughout the Molten Core let out a tragic wail. They were born because of the power of the Fire Demon King, and they also followed the Fire Demon King's power.
Lost and quickly dissipated.
Even the scorching heat and incredibly violent magma lying around every corner of the cave gradually became milder as the illusion of the Fire Demon King disappeared.
The entire Molten Core became silent at this moment, until the victorious rock life Krog'Maw let out its first roar of victory.
Tyrion jumped onto the cold ground, picked up the scattered flame core and the stones emitting elemental light, put them into a storage ring, and handed them to Dornan who ran over.
Then he touched her head and whispered:
"Now, take Crow out of here and let him rest outside the Burning Plains... We are about to seal the elemental rift. He will be very uncomfortable staying here."
"Ouch!"
As soon as Tyrion finished speaking, an angry roar sounded within the Molten Core. Above the magma in front of them, the space was slowly spreading like broken glass, and what came into view was
, is another world outside the broken space.
"Hurry! Ragnaros' true form wants to come over!"
Tyrion grabbed a few little ones and threw them at the stone man. Krog'Maw also felt the heat of pure flames outside the space, the majesty of the elemental king of the Star Soul World, which was the same as its ancestors.
As powerful as Grond, a trace of envy and desire flashed through its huge one eye. However, under Tyrion's urging, the stone giant still protected the three children with both hands, and then slowly sank into the earth.
under.
Earth elements can travel through the earth, and they travel extremely fast. After Krogmore left, several roaring black iron drills also broke through the ground, carrying the Thorium Brotherhood's pyromancers and heavy gold.
Hired wandering shamans appear in the innermost ring of the Molten Core.
"Quick! Act quickly! Seal it!"
Under the urging of the Black Iron Death Knight Hansel Heavy Fist and the Great Blacksmith, the flame mages held up the three curse codes and quickly set up a sealing circle at the place where Ragnaros' illusion died.
And in the mid-air out of the inner ring, the boundary between the material world and the elemental realm is being broken bit by bit, or more accurately, it is "melting", like an open ring door composed entirely of burning flames.
In the reflection of the hot flame mirror, outside the realm of elements, the scenery of the Fire Realm slowly emerged in front of Tyrion.
It seemed to be an island suspended in the chaotic light curtain. Everywhere you looked was filled with blazing orange flames, just like a burning hell, but the hell was not deserted. On top of the flaming land, there were
Like pillars of flames like trees, various creatures composed entirely of flames move through the flames, and there is an order of its own there.
Behind the tallest bridge of flames is a palace in the primitive sea of magma. Flames make up its body. Between the swaying flames, there is a huge palace composed of the oldest flames of Savras.
The giant flaming giant is slowly moving forward. It is the Lord of Fire...the real Ragnaros, the Lord of the Elements who rules the Fire Realm, and one of the highest powers in the world.
The representative of flame, the definition of flame, the flame exists because of it and burns blazingly because of it.
It travels through its own land, and every step it takes makes the entire Fire Realm tremble. Those firebirds flying in the sky, and those beautiful phoenix-like creatures surround it. It is also gazing at the world.
Staring at those bastards who dared to challenge the Fire Demon King.
"roar!"
Another roar came from behind the growing mirror of fire. As Ragnaros got closer and closer to the cracks in the elemental realm, the bodies of the black iron dwarf fire mages began to tremble, enslaving their blood.
The source of the force was approaching, and the heavy pressure that had just been driven away returned to their bodies again, making them feel fearful and making them unable to help but kneel to the ground.
"Bang"
The cursed code stone in the hands of the great blacksmith fell to the ground. He supported his body with a forging hammer, gritted his teeth, and tried to hold on, but his trembling and frightened eyes betrayed him.
Tyrion bent down, picked up the stone, and put it into the hands of the big blacksmith. He looked at the frightened black iron dwarf in front of him and said softly:
"There is still time, don't be afraid... do things! No one can disturb you before I fall."
The big blacksmith trembled and wanted to say something, but in the end, he grabbed the forging hammer and slammed it on his finger. The extreme pain allowed him to temporarily get rid of the pressure in his blood. He gritted his teeth,
He quickly ran towards the altar behind him, where the hired shamans had already started chanting the curse code.
The Thorium Brotherhood has been preparing for this day for too long. After getting the curse code, they have been calculating the steps to seal it. This time the curse code will not be abused, but will fulfill its mission when it appeared, sealing the elements.
activities, and the Dark Iron Dwarves have limited this range to a very small area, erupting the power of the curse code in a small space at once to achieve the purpose of completely sealing and strengthening the cracks in the elemental realm.
They must mend this rift, otherwise once Ragnaros returns to the material world, their resistance will completely fail.
"Playing with fire and burning yourself!"
The Fire Demon King in the other section of the Flame Mirror also seemed to feel the power of the curse code that was slowly extending. He roared and raised his left hand. In the interlacing of endless flames, the Elemental Lord roared and punched the material in front of him.
Realm, the flame mirror shattered in an instant, replaced by a flaming fist falling from the sky.
The temperature from the original fire of Savras has exceeded the limit that the material world can bear. At the moment when the flaming fist appeared, the entire rock in the Molten Core began to melt. Originally, it was because of the Fire Demon King's
The cave that became calm after the illusion of power was cancelled, was once again filled with the violent power of the fire element. Tyrion raised his head, and the flaming punch that hit his head gave him a feeling of suffocation and about to be set on fire.
It was the oppression brought by the most superior power in the world, an angry blow that had mastered the essence of power. The Dark Blade King gritted his teeth and held Apocalypse behind his back. The thick death energy in his body completely exploded at this moment, and
The entire inner ring of the cave was filled with solid ice. Between the collision of ice and fire, a stray force ran rampant in this small space, completely crushing several unlucky people in the conflict between ice and fire.
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And at the moment when the cold frost was about to be engulfed by the original flames, the mysterious power of the curse code exploded at this moment, like a pair of arrogant scissors, instantly covering the broken space that was constantly transmitting power in the air.
Ragnaros's unwilling roar echoed crazily in the Molten Core.
"The flames will reignite! You...can't stop me!"
"That miserable world will eventually burn!"
"puff"
Like the sound of a bubble being popped, the scorching fire of Savras lost its owner's control and shattered in an instant. The gorgeous flames scattered in the air of the inner ring, between the melting earth.
, Tyrion, who was holding Apocalypse, stood in the embers of the fire. His face was pale, and the source of the armor on his body showed signs of melting. He was not panting like a living person, but there was an expression of ice-blue in his eyes.
The darkness could not hide his fatigue at this time.
Apocalypse noticed the master's weakness, and it began to scream and hiss. Black threads of power extended from the magic blade, trying to control Tyrion again, but at this moment, a completely melted blade, leaving only
The ax with the lower handle swept across, knocking the magic sword away from Tyrion's hand. Grokush stepped forward and stretched out his hand to support Tyrion, who was on the verge of collapse.
The latter nodded to him and reached out to take the wine flask handed by Grokush. The wine flask was filled with the diluted blood of the Dragon King. Tyrion drank it all in one gulp, leaving blood in every vein.
Amid the pungent burning as if being ignited, the power of the dragon's blood began to spread throughout his body, slowly repairing his burn wounds.
Around them, the Dark Iron dwarves watched this scene quietly. In their memory, this was probably the first time that the all-powerful Tyrion had shown such weakness. However, when the heavy pressure in his bones was suddenly lifted, everyone
The Dark Iron Dwarves, who felt truly free, did not step forward to disturb the Dark Blade King's recovery.
They just stood around quietly, just like the king's most loyal guards.
Ten minutes later, Tyrion reopened his eyes. He patted the shoulder of Grokush, who was waiting beside him, and then moved his wrists to walk out of the pit of embers and walked to the side of Apocalypse stuck in the magma.
He squatted down and pulled out the sword again. Feeling the low hum in the magic blade, he shook his head:
"If you continue to be disobedient, I will throw you into the realm of fire... You have personally experienced the temperature of the original fire of Savras. If I feel it is necessary, I will mercilessly throw you into the realm of fire."
Fire will reshape you and erase all your will... Do you understand?"
The magic blade hummed in a low voice, seeming to express his unruly will. Tyrion snorted coldly, put the long sword back into the scabbard, and whispered:
"You can take a gamble, Apocalypse, you can take a gamble. I don't know how to enter the realm of fire from the material world, but if you guess wrong, you will be responsible for all the consequences!"
Apocalypse's humming became deeper at this moment, and a smile appeared on Tyrion's lips. This was the first time in his memory that Apocalypse had surrendered. This might be a good start for him...
Tyrion turned around and looked at the dark iron dwarves behind him. Hansel Chongfist and the big blacksmith exchanged glances. Finally, the dwarf death knight who had never obeyed Tyrion took a step forward and came from behind.
He took out a simple scroll from his bag, knelt on one knee and raised the scroll high:
"What is this? Hansel?"
Tyrion did not reach out to take the scroll, but asked:
"What is this?"
"This is the most precious secret of the Thorium Brotherhood. My Majesty, a blueprint for a legendary weapon comes from the idea of the original Mountain King. We have improved it. Only those who defeat the Fire Demon King can
Qualify for it."
Hansel said in a deep voice:
"And you fulfilled your promise to us, and the Black Iron clan has gained the freedom they have longed for for hundreds of years... Your Majesty, as long as you are willing, from today on, the Black Iron clan of Thorium will always follow you!"
"The curse of the Dark Iron Dwarves has not been lifted yet. Hansel, as long as Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, still exists, your curse will only be temporarily relieved. If you want to truly be free, you must go to the Realm of Fire.
Completely kill Ragnaros, the Firelord... But that will happen in the future."
Tyrion stretched out his hand and held the ancient scroll in his hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath:
"Move your biggest and best iron felt to the Molten Core. A real heirloom weapon will be forged here...and you will participate in it. As for this..."
Tyrion glanced at the scroll in his hand, and his eyes narrowed:
"If you feel it is necessary... then forge it too! As a gift to the hero who truly defeated the Fire Demon King, I believe this will be a truly perfect gift."
