Chapter 434 5. The Creation of Darkness and Light

"Ahhh!"

In a secret room in the city of Lordaeron, the angry Detheroc threw the black soul stone in his hand to the ground, and then stomped it into pieces like crazy.

Screaming souls floated out of it, surrounding the Dread Demon King, wanting to flee in horror, but the next moment, it was crushed by the claws of the angry Dread Demon King, its eyes were swollen, and its heart was full of anger and the shame of being fooled.

The importance of the Brilliant Chrono caused Deseroc to ignore many factors, including the drunk who bumped into him at the last moment...it must be him, he stole his gem and his future!

And no matter who he is, he came prepared... Detheroc stared at the remains of the black soul stone at his feet. An exquisite corrosion magic circle, also exuding a dark atmosphere, looks almost exactly the same as Brilliant Chen.

This can only prove one thing, the thief must have seen this stone, and he made the mold in advance, that is to say, it was not only Detherocco who tried to steal the gem that night, but all the Dreadlords. Its actions, the theft it thought to be seamless, all fell into the eyes of that cunning thief.

"I was actually used as a gun by a dirty human being! What a shame!"

The first reaction of the furious Detherocco was to rush out of Lordaeron, find the damned thief, and then crush him to ashes, but soon, he calmed down. After all, he is a dreadlord, although It was young, but cunning and suspicious were etched into its bones as instincts, and it quickly cleared its mind.

A thief who has been preparing for a long time must have the support of a certain force behind him, and judging from the current state of the Eastern Continent, there are enough motives and enough power to send spies to the core area ruled by the human empire, and the purpose is to Such a clear lock on the Atama crystal, the name of this force has been clearly revealed.

Dark Blade Knights!

Undoubtedly, it was the group of rebellious undead from southern Xinjiang who once defeated the demon army led by the great demon Kazak, and severely injured Kazak, so that the great demon could not be fully resurrected in the twisting void. A group of lunatics...

They have an unexplainable hatred for demons, and most importantly, they are capable enough to kill a demon, even if it is a demon lord.

After much deliberation, 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, very useless, yes, But at least you can save your life. Once you dig too deep, it will easily lead to disaster. For the Dread Demon King, saving your life in any crisis is the most worthwhile thing.

It is not a powerful old-school fear demon king like Varimathras and Tichondrius, and this matter cannot be known to its companions. Once the companions who are also harboring evil intentions know the clues of the Atama Crystal, even if they win in the end, It also doesn't get much benefit.

"It's not worth it...it's not worth it no matter how you think about it."

Deseroc grabbed its chin with its sharp claws. In the end, it decided to take a step back...Buried the humiliation and hatred in its heart, and waited until the army of the polluters came to dominate the world. At that time, it could really take revenge when.

At this time, in the far southern border, Tyrion didn't know that one action of his "friend" would cause so many emotional fluctuations in a dreadlord, but to be honest, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't know it. I will take care of it.

Now the King of the Dark Blade has surpassed the stage of Deserocco. Even the most powerful first lord Tichondrius on the opposite side is not without the power to fight. He no longer needs to take those little people in his heart up.

Before his eyes, the quiet Arakman Assassin Crow slowly retreated into the darkness. The leader of the Assassins flew across the distance between the north and the south in one day at extreme speed, and delivered the most important treasure to Tyrion. .

On the table in front of him, the black, irregular crystal was slowly suspended in mid-air under the influence of death energy. When it was rotating horizontally, the lingering stars inside the gem were shining, as if in the sky. Reveal an eerie future to Tyrion.

"Dad, what is this?"

Beside him, Dornan, who was having a great time playing with the lazy cat Mr. Bigworth, suddenly raised his head, tilted his head, and looked at the black crystal floating on the table. After staring directly at the crystal for a moment, , Dornan took a step back subconsciously, obviously, she saw a lot from the black halo of the crystal.

Facing his daughter's question, Tyrion propped his chin with both arms. He stared intently at the darkened bright morning before 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 hugged 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, opposing and co-existing forces, they are opposite and exist in unity, just like other forces in the world, co-existing and blending with each other."

"The Atama crystal comes from a powerful ancient naru, and a certain part of this crystal also inherits the essence of the naru, a holy light creature. They always die in the cycle of light and darkness, and are slowly reborn. The Brilliant Hour was supposed to be filled with holy light, a sacred object that could bring life to seek justice and bright missions, but after being immersed in darkness, it transformed into the incarnation of endless shadows, and became a thing that brought eternal death messenger."

"Just like the naaru itself, behind the light is a shadow. The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. This is true of all powers, arcane and evil, life... and death, order and chaos, all go hand in hand, When you master one of them, you can master the other without a teacher, of course, this requires you to have enough wisdom to discover its existence.”

Tyrion's low voice came to an end, and Dornan, who was sitting in his arms, scratched his head, frowned and thought over and over for a few minutes, then raised his head again, 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, wait until the day when you are wise 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 on the head:

"Go play with Mr. Bigworth, 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's hanging out at Vanessa's house, Dad, why do you think Taelia doesn't play with me? She always talks bad about you, is she a badass?"

"No, she's not a badass."

Tyrion put the Brilliant Morning into the box, bent down, and said to his daughter:

"You can't just call other people a badass, otherwise they will really show you a badass...Little Taelia just hates me, she doesn't hate you, you can be friends with her, that's a good girl Girls... By the way, you can tell them that we are going to the Black Iron District in two days, and if they want to come, you can invite them to come with them."

"besides..."

Tyrion picked up the box and said to his good daughter:

"Take care of your friend Crowe, its huge body can't appear in Stormwind City, and it will scare those humans."

"Ok, I know."

Dornan nodded and said loudly:

"Crow likes the new world very much. It sleeps soundly underground. Dad, do you want to take Crowe with you when you go to the Black Iron District? It's miserable to leave it here alone. It doesn't like loneliness."

"certainly."

Tyrion smiled:

"We must take Crowe with us. This time, we are going to find a "new friend" for you, and we will also find a new friend for Crowe."

"Find little Anduin a new friend too!"

Dornan ran around Tyrian with the little cat in his 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 area of ​​the Burning Plains, the former Black Rock Mountain has completely turned into a large factory, filled with the sound of forging hammers beating everywhere, between the mountains and rocks filled with goblin cargo transport tracks, busy workers They drove the undead workers to load the piled raw materials, those ores or forged iron ingots into the truck.

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 zone", and the forging process is difficult for brainless undead.

Compared with the life rhythm of the Defias Federation, the rhythm of the Black Iron District is very fast. A lot 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, which are sent in reverse. Go back to Heitie District to make the production and living environment here better.

For the current Dark Iron dwarves, the daily life is very, very "fulfilling". Under the management of the Thorium Council, each factory has to pay a considerable amount of taxes every month, but even the remaining Those are also enough for practitioners to earn a lot of money. The first batch of big merchants with huge wealth has appeared. They have united with the Thorium Council to control the business circle in the Black Iron District.

Every day, newcomers sharpen their heads and want to enter this circle, but every day there are also losers who leave here in despair.

If you live here long enough, the mere fact that the united black iron merchants and foreign merchants, as well as the intrigue between them, is enough to make a wonderful business war movie...wealth always makes People ignore a lot, and always attract everyone's attention.

For the civilians in the Black Iron District, their lives have been a little dull recently. Apart from 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 distribute benefits to the orthodox civilians who support their rule, these Black Iron dwarf civilians can maintain a basic life even if they don't go out to work, but if you want to live better, To enjoy a more abundant life, you have to figure out how to make money yourself.

Compared with the leisurely life once ruled by the Thaurissan royal family, the busy and wealthy life now is full of many subjective factors. Freedom is a treasure that is dismissed when it is not obtained, but can no longer be given up after it is obtained. It was distributed to everyone, and the new ruler imprisoned the freedom of the common people in a more clever way.

They guide them with money and lure them into a new life.

And probably because of the money in each other's pockets, the business of the Black Iron Bar is getting better and better. The manager of the bar, a mysterious dwarf Mr. Yue completed the expansion of the bar, but even though the expansion was tripled, it was still bustling every day. The dwarves' thirst for wine made the place full every day.

A black iron dwarf wearing a greasy overseer 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 sound of the gold coins colliding made the surrounding noise much quieter, and then people heard the loud black iron dwarf shouting loudly:

"Hey, Prager, a glass of strong drink for each of my friends! I'll treat everyone!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a storm among the surrounding drinkers.

"Oh, praise to the generous Manager Grohl!"

"Long live Manager Grohl!"

"Your boss should give you another raise! If he doesn't, we'll complain to the Chamber of Commerce!"

Amidst the waves of praise, the proud Grohl stroked his messy beard. He worked in the factory of the Thorium Council, but today he became the 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, who was summoned by Boss Prager and the most sought after spirits girl in the Black Iron Bar. The succubus lady in cool clothes put the wine At the table, before leaving, she even winked at Grohl. The tenderness in her eyes fascinated Grohl, and he wished he could invite Miss Succubus out for a meal alone, and then be alone with her lovely night.

But Grohl did not do this in the end. On the one hand, Miss Succubus's "lethal power" is too strong, and it is not very pleasant to spread the word that she was bedridden when she first became a manager. On the other hand, Grohl didn't just come to drink today. of.

"Come on, everyone, to the Thorium Council! To freedom!"

Grohl stood up, took the 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, veteran members of the Thorium Brotherhood. After the Thorium Council ruled Darkforge City, they all had a very high starting point, and now everyone has made a career out of it , but to be honest, the vision of the Thorium Brotherhood at the beginning of its establishment 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 drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his black beard was full of wine stains, he looked around, lowered his voice, and said to his companions:

"Everyone, when I just got off work, I ran into Hansel, and he told me... It's time!"

"Huh? What?"

A drunken black iron dwarf subconsciously asked:

"when?"

"When else?"

Grohl said dissatisfiedly:

"The undead have finally made up their minds. My factory started secretly manufacturing fire-resistant armor today. They will soon enter the Molten Core... Ragnaros's slavery to the black iron is over!"