Muradin shook his head, shook off the messy thoughts, looked at Sarlayan solemnly and said: "The Dark Iron Dwarves want to get rid of the slavery of the fire element and return to the negotiating table with the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer clan. Of course I raise
Thumbs up."
"What does that girl Moira want me to do? Send troops to invade that... Molten Core and help you defeat the Fire Lord?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "That's not necessary. If the Bronzebeard clan sends troops to cross the border, it will only alert the conservatives in the Black Iron Council."
"So far, everything is still according to our plan."
"I came to the deserted land this time because I have other important things to do. I stopped by to inform you."
Muradin asked curiously: "What important matters require my consent?"
Sarlayan took out the Imprisoned Skull of the Wind Chaser from the space package and showed it to Muradin.
"To put it simply, I want to use the elements to defeat the elements, and use the power of the Prince of the Wind Element to defeat the Fire Demon King Ragnaros."
Muradin's mind was spinning very quickly. He looked at the strange-shaped container in Sharlayan's hand in surprise and asked, "Could it be that... the Prince of the Wind Element you mentioned is in this?"
"That's right."
Sarlayan pointed to the vast desert area to the west of the Bronzebeard Dwarf military camp: "Windseeker Sunderland has been imprisoned by Ragnaros for many years. His soul has fallen into dormancy and needs to be infused with a large amount of wind elements to wake him up. I
You need an environment where strong winds can gather easily.”
A look of surprise appeared on Muradin's face: "So, the desert with ventilation on all sides is indeed a good choice."
"Okay, I agree. You can move freely in the desert area. I will restrain the boys under my command and not let them disturb your awakening ceremony."
Among the three brothers of the Bronzebeard royal family, Brian is the most lazy and casual. He has long been indulged in his personal hobbies, excavating ancient ruins all over the world, and basically has no involvement in state affairs.
Magni is at the other extreme compared to his third brother. He has a very stubborn temper and a strong sense of responsibility. In order to manage the country well, he can only find time for his favorite hobby - forging occasionally.
Muradin's character is somewhere between the two. He is serious when he should be serious, and he can quickly catch up with the topic when he should be joking. He usually acts as the lubricant between the three brothers.
As the prince of the Kingdom of Khaz Modan, Muradin had great autonomy when leading the army, and on some occasions could even make emergency decisions on Magni's behalf.
With his permission, Sarlayan can safely start making preparations to awaken Sunderland in the desert of the Desolate Land.
Just after bidding farewell to Muradin and walking out of the military camp, Sarlayan's keen sense of smell suddenly smelled a familiar and fragrant aroma.
Because Sarlayan's five senses are so sharp, he can often smell some smells that are difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Sarlayan will feel very uncomfortable when entering a place with an overly strong smell, regardless of whether the smell is fragrant or foul.
His confidante all know this characteristic, which can be regarded as an advantage or a disadvantage, and they never add any kind of powder or perfume to his body.
Even so, Sarlayan could clearly distinguish the natural body fragrance emanating from their bodies.
In barrage terms, this should be called the smell of hormones.
Among the three people who are resident in the Marquis of Deep Shadow, Valeela has the weakest body fragrance. Even Issalayan's sense of smell is difficult to detect. She can only vaguely smell the faint fragrance of gardenia when her mood swings are more severe.
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Stellagosa has a body fragrance similar to that of an orchid, which is elegant but not vulgar, which is more in line with her personality of a girl who prefers literature.
Compared to the above two, Onyxia is relatively heavyweight.
She has the most domineering scent among the three. As long as she gets close, Sarlayan can smell the rich but not too irritating rose fragrance.
"Suck~"
After walking out of the camp, Sarlayan sniffed and had a sudden smile on his face.
"Since you're here, come out. Why are you hiding?"
"Hey~"
A figure jumped out from the rocks on the side, and its seemingly soft and slender arms hung accurately on Sarlayan's neck, and his plump but not fat body also pressed against Sarlayan's back without hesitation.
Onyxia deliberately brought her red lips to Sarlayan's pointed elf ear and whispered softly: "Dear, did you miss me?"
"That's over there! It's too close!"
Stellagosa, who was half a step slower, jumped out and grabbed Onyxia's collar angrily, trying to lift her away.
"I didn't bring you here to cause trouble. Get out of my way!"
Although Little Xingxing used a lot of strength, the physical quality of the blue dragon was completely unable to compare with the melee-type black dragon.
Onyxia remained motionless on Sarlayan's back, and even pressed her body closer to him provocatively.
Feeling the soft touch from behind, Sarlayan smiled silently and rubbed Onyxia's head hanging on his shoulder with his backhand.
"That's almost it. Don't really piss Stella off. Come down."
Sharlayan's words are more effective, of course, it may be that Onyxia knows the right amount.
In short, she did not continue to stimulate Little Xingxing. She let go of the long legs clamping Sarlayan's waist and walked down the slope with a smile.
Stellagosa rolled her eyes angrily: "It's just like Valeela said, I can't relax for you for a moment."
Sarlayan raised his hand to interrupt Stellagosa's complaint: "Let's get down to business... Oni, have you heard what happened from Stella?"
When it came to business, Onyxia and Stellagosa quickly put aside their joking mood.
Onyxia nodded solemnly: "Well, I don't understand why Nefarian jumps out again and again to increase his presence."
"But one thing I can be sure of is... I'm afraid he has already mastered your plans to some extent. He is probably trying to do something by taking advantage of them."
"Are you going to use the trick..." Sarlayan tapped his forehead thoughtfully with his finger: "Take a bold guess. What do you think he is planning? Is it related to Deathwing?"
Onyxia shook her head: "There are too few clues to determine for the time being."
"If we can get more information from the upper levels of Blackrock Tower, we may be able to piece together the truth."
When the old Dark Iron King was on the throne, in order to weaken the Alliance...or the Kingdom of Khaz Modan, he enthusiastically invited the tribe led by Warchief Orgrim at the time to enter the Blackstone Tower for repairs, and also took the initiative to recruit the Dark Iron dwarves.
The Blackstone Tower that was built was lent to them for use.
After the Second Orc War, the two brothers Red and Maim took a small group of orcs to hide in Blackrock Tower.
This group of orcs who returned from the sea belong to the Blackfang Clan, one of the subordinate clans of the Blackstone Clan, and are led by Red Blackhand, the son of the former Blackstone Chieftain.
Sharlayan didn't know what happened after Red and Maim escaped into Blackrock Tower.
When he received intelligence related to the two brothers again, these orcs, who shamelessly changed their name to the Blackstone Clan, had become slaves of the black dragon and gave up the upper level of the Blackstone Tower to Nefarian.
As Dagran Thaurissan said, if there are other options, no one wants to be a slave, and the orcs are no exception.
【Orcs will never be slaves!】
[Unless food and accommodation are included? 】
Sarlayan lowered his head and pondered for a while before speaking again: "Oni, we are still busy conquering the Molten Core. The task of monitoring Nefarian can only be left to you."
"You can ask Valeera for command of the Backlight Blade thieves lurking near Blackrock Tower. Just say it was my order. They should be able to provide you with some intelligence help."
Onyxia's talents in overall perspective and strategy are far superior to those of Valeera and Stellagosa. Before setting off from Quel'Thalas, she guessed that Sharlayan would give full authority to this task.
She takes charge.
"No problem, you just go about your own business first, I will take care of it at my discretion."
"Oh, right."
Onyxia suddenly slapped her forehead: "Before I left, Valeela said that she would recover as soon as possible and come over, probably within the next few days. Don't let her catch you and Little Xingxing in bed.
Oh~"
"would not!"
Hearing Onyxia's tone became serious again, Stellagosa also put aside her previous seriousness and complained: "I'm not a guy like you who thinks about night raids all day long. Go and do your work."
Let’s get down to business!”
Onyxia laughed and waved her hands as she turned to leave: "Then we'll see you again at Blackstone Mountain. I hope we can each gain something."
Seeing Onyxia speeding away in her human form, Sarlayan playfully patted the still somewhat irritated little star on the shoulder.
"Well, you also know that she just likes to talk nonsense. In fact, she doesn't have any bad intentions, so don't take it to heart."
"Huh~"
Stellagosa rubbed her cheeks to calm down her emotions: "Of course I know, I'm just a little angry."
"Then... let's leave immediately?"
Sarlayan turned his head and looked at the sandy desert area: "Let's go. Don't put all your hopes on Neptulon who is stalling for time. Get things done here as soon as possible and bring Sunderland to fight the molten fire."