Chapter 319 11. Return to the Blackrock Tower

"Ayla and Crow are doing a great job."

Tyrion crushed the communication crystal in his hand, and said to the death lords who followed him:

"The Defias Brotherhood has already started to fight back. Van Cleef flexibly used the tactics he learned as a soldier, bypassed the Westfall, and set off a turmoil in Elwynn Forest. This is very good, the entire kingdom is in sight are drawn to this insurrection, and we shall have ample time to settle the troubles at hand."

"I want to run over all the way."

Luminas, who was riding on the skeleton warhorse, said dissatisfiedly:

"We have that strength completely, and we don't need to be sneaky at all."

"What a 'genius' idea."

Celent retorted: "Then tell me, what posture are you going to use to crush Velen and those draenei? Don't forget, they are living in Redridge Mountain now, and the human defenders are not worth mentioning. The draenei are the real trouble!"

"They dare not fight us at all!"

After being provoked, Luminas pointed at Celent's nose and said:

"There are still many draenei in Draenor, unless Velen doesn't want their lives!"

"Coercion?"

The silent orc Glokush said disdainfully:

"This is not the way to win. We have an agreement with the Draenei, and I want to defeat them openly."

"stop fighting!"

Tyrion waved his hand in disgust, and the death lords behind him stopped arguing. He steered the skeleton warhorse to step on the familiar dark red land, looking at the barren plain in front of him, and the sprawling Looking at the black tower of the mountain range, his ice-blue eyes were placed on the tower, as if he was sizing up his next opponent.

"Blackrock Spire, compared to the weak Stormwind City, this is the trouble I want to solve as soon as possible, and it can provide us with a lot of excellent "materials", a skilled blacksmith army, a brave death knight Regiment, and the air power I need most, a complete army of bone dragons... here is a treasure trove, and I want it very much."

Tyrion grabbed the reins and glanced back at the old orc death knight:

"This is what I promised you too, Glokush...your son, your family, your people, they have lived in strange worlds for too long...they are lost, it is time for them "Going home"."

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Hansel Heavy Fist, a black iron dwarf who once had a relationship with Tyrion, he walked restlessly in the dark furnace city of Blackrock Abyss below the Blackrock Tower, the black iron blacksmith looked at those "citizens" ", they hid in the shadow of the flames, whispering about the greatness of the Fire Demon King.

This made Hansel feel depressed.

As a dwarf who pursues freedom, even though his body also flows with the blood of the cursed flames, he will never admit that a disgusting element summoned from another world will be the "god" who dominates the black iron dwarves .

"That's a mistake that's been going on for over 200 years!"

Hansel spat at those compatriots who worshiped the flame, and cursed viciously:

"It's about to be completely corrected soon!"

Hansel Heavy Fist is a member of the Thorium Brotherhood. This organization appeared 200 years ago when the Dark Iron Dwarves were just enslaved by the Balrog King. They have been working to rid the entire Dark Iron Clan of the Balrog The influence of the King of Fire, but the cursed blood makes the black irons who are cunning by nature unable to completely get rid of their worship of the Fire Demon King, so the Thorium Brotherhood slowly and gradually faded down.

Years ago, the adventures of the desperate Orcs had driven the Phantom of the Firelord from the world, and that made the members of the Thorium Brotherhood ecstatic, but the joy was always short-lived, just less than Three months later, under the leadership of Emperor Thaurissan, the Black Iron Dwarves who worshiped the Fire Demon King summoned the Fire Demon King back to this world again.

Although it was just a phantom, the black iron dwarves were still unable to resist it because of the blood flowing in their bodies, so the entire turbulent black iron society once again returned to the imprisonment of the Fire Demon King, but it was not bad. information.

During the short three months of freedom, the Thorium Brotherhood absorbed many new members, and in the turbulent time, finally extended its influence to the Darkforge City again. At this time, Hansel was going to secretly meet place, to chat with the new brothers.

The black iron bar, that is the joint ground.

Although this bar is in the Dark Forge City, it is not controlled by the Dark Iron Dwarves. The owner behind it is very mysterious. , but among the dwarves, there are also forces hidden in the shadows, the Assassin Alliance, warlocks, the Blackstone orcs who have a tense relationship with the dwarves, some voodoo cult believers, and some fleeing refugees.

Well, like the recent disaster in Gnomeregan, the number of gnomes in the bar has increased a lot.

In short, this is a very chaotic place with a lack of order, but it has also become a place for many secret exchanges. Activities here, Hansel does not need to worry that his organization will be destroyed by the Black Iron Emperor.

But today, Hansel was sitting on a chair and had already drank 4 glasses of spirits, but he still hadn’t waited for someone to meet him. This made him feel a little bad. The orc who passed sat across from him.

"Hey, we're not friends! If you're not going to buy me a drink, go away!"

Hansel scolded mercilessly, but the green-eyed old orc didn't leave, and even ignored him. This contemptuous attitude made Hansel irritated. He picked up the warhammer in his hand, stood up, I want to teach this uninvited guy a lesson, but the old orc who raised his wine glass just glanced at him, a cold touch that he had never had before, like an invisible storm, making Hansel stand still In place.

"This is a ruthless character, a guy who can't be messed with."

Gritting his teeth, the dwarf took a step back. He planned to confess and leave. It was not because the dwarf was afraid of him, but mainly because of Hansel's special status. Once he got into trouble, it would have a bad impact on the entire Thorium Brotherhood. Impact.

"We're not friends, that's right."

Glokush took a sip of wine like drinking water. After the dragon's blood activated his body, as long as he didn't want to, the death energy in his body would not be exposed, and the spark's skin and eyes made him look There is no difference between the living orcs, but the habits of the death knight have not changed. He said to the dwarves in front of him in a hoarse and hollow voice:

"I'm just here on behalf of a friend of yours."

"I don't have friends like mice."

Hansel gritted his teeth, turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, the old orc stretched out his hand and flicked something to him, the black iron dwarf turned around, grabbed the thing in his hand, and It was a rough stone, which looked nothing special, but it made Hansel's eyes narrow at this moment. He recognized this stone. Five years ago, he missed these precious stones.

"He's waiting for you at the excavation site outside Shadowforge, don't keep him waiting, dwarf."

Glokush stood up, looked left and right, turned and walked towards the exit of the bar. He came to see his two sons. As for the conversation with the Dark Iron Dwarf, he just dropped by.

After Glokush left, Hansel wiped the sweat from his forehead with a heavy fist. He carefully turned the stone in his hand over and over again, and confirmed that it was used by the Gorefiend to expel the Balrog back then. After the king's stone, a gleam flashed in his dull bloody eyes, like a greedy man embracing wealth, Hansel put the stone in his close pocket, and left the noisy crowd with his hammer on his shoulder. bar.

20 minutes later, Hansel's figure sneakily appeared in the excavation site outside the city of Darkforge. This is a large stone mining site. There are many dwarves who are dissatisfied with Thaurissan's rule, as well as those captured by the Dark Iron slave trader. The laborers were all exiled here to mine enough stone for the Dark Iron Kingdom to build a more magnificent city.

In the past, it was full of noisy people, brawls and small-scale melees everywhere, but today, it is very quiet, so quiet that it makes people creepy. The dwarf carefully holds the war hammer and walks in the excavation site. Blood can be seen everywhere, but that's the point, along with those brutal overseers, they're all gone...

"You're late, my friend."

A cold voice sounded behind Hansel, making the dwarf's hair stand on end. He turned around holding the warhammer, and saw a high elf in a dark red robe, looking at the dwarf with his blood-red eyes. he.

"Who are you? I don't know you!"

Hansel yelled, and the Blood Lord shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the dwarf's hostility at all, and said softly with a hint of haughtiness:

"You don't need to know me, and I'm not interested in knowing you. Come with me now, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

"His Majesty?"

Hansel looked suspiciously at the high elf walking away in front of him, he stroked his red beard:

"When did I have a king friend?"

He followed quickly with his short legs. On the edge of the quarry, a temporary necromancer circle was in operation. Those bodies that had lost their lives were shrouded in the light of necromantic magic. The purple light and dancing halo made Hansel seem to have walked into a cult scene.

But soon, he saw a familiar figure. Tyrion was standing on a high platform with his back facing him, looking at the scene of the transformation of the undead below, and behind him, many silent tall knights were Carefully transporting some weird jars, filled with suspicious, green viscous liquid.

"Hansel Heavy Fist, five years ago, I told you that when we meet again next time, I will give you what you need most. Now I am here to fulfill my promise."

Tyrion turned around and looked at the black iron dwarf behind him with icy blue eyes. Compared with the five-year-old death knight who was full of hair, Tyrion is not wrapped around that kind of thick and suffocating It was cold, but where he stood, the thick shadow followed him like a shadow, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by darkness, like a war knife hidden in the darkness. Although it didn't show its sharpness, it made people feel more fear.

Hansel didn't know what expression to use to respond to this heavy "goodwill", but the good news is that Tyrion didn't need him to answer, the King of Dark Blade shook his hand, and the remaining two stones that cursed the code Myra used magic to levitate Hansel in front of him. Seeing the desired treasure right in front of him, Hansel's throat moved. He stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the two rough stones in his hand.

His breathing became heavy, seeing with his own eyes the damage of the curse code to the Fire Demon King, the dwarf gritted his teeth and said:

"What do I need to pay?"

"clever!"

Tyrion gave a compliment, and the next moment, a smirk appeared on the corner of the Blood Lord's mouth. With the energy of sucking blood being aroused, Hansel felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, rioting in his veins, and he opened his eyes. Opening his mouth, a mouthful of scorching blood spewed out. Under the control of the blood lord, the blood gathered in the air to form a sharp long sword, piercing Hansel's heart in a flash of light.

The dwarf even let out a cry of pain, his body was limp on the ground, and the blood all over his body spurted out from the wound crazily. Tyrion's calm eyes met his angry eyes, the King of Dark Blades whispered:

"Among all the treasures in your collection, I only need one... your life, as a guarantee for the alliance between the Dark Blade Knight and the Thorium Brotherhood. Sacrifice, sacrifice is the basis of cooperation, and for what I will do next For the matter, the Thorium Brotherhood can be of great help."

"I will give you the freedom you desire, and in return, you shall serve me."

After Hansel swallowed his last breath with difficulty, Myra stepped forward and began to personally preside over Hansel's transformation. Behind him, Tyrion looked at the entrance of Darkforge City in the distance, and he whispered:

"How do we break through an underground closed city?"

"It's like killing the annoying bugs in the cage, all you need is some highly volatile and deadly liquid...Well, I hope these things made by Khadgar can meet our expansion needs."