Chapter 439 10. Forger

"Dad, Dad, look!"

When Tyrion, who was still a little tired, returned to Darkforge City, the excited Dornan rushed into his arms like a cannonball, and then hung on him like a sloth. The little girl was very excited, she He grabbed his father's hair and showed him the "new friend" he had found.

Tyrion patted his daughter's head, trying to calm her down, but when he turned his head to look behind Dornan, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

On the cold stone floor cast by the dark iron dwarves, a small orange thing was staggering forward. It was only the size of Tyrion's fist, but it was covered with orange, warm flames all over its body, and The shape of that gadget was almost exactly the same as the Fire Demon King he just repelled.

Even the ferocious Flaming Hammer covered with golden runes in his hand seemed to have been shrunk by ten times, lifelike.

This little thing crawling on the ground is simply a ten times smaller version of the Fire Demon King, but it is also an out-and-out elemental creature, and it looks like it has its own wisdom.

"This is?"

Tyrion put Dornan down, and the little girl walked over, holding the little Flame King in her hand, as if she was holding Mr. Bigworth on weekdays, shaking it back and forth in her hand.

"That's what I found inside that 'egg'."

Dornan handed the little Flame King to Tyrion with both hands as if offering a treasure. The Dark Blade King hesitated a little, but finally reached out to take it, and the little Flame King seemed very happy. Hate Tyrion, when it came into contact with Tyrion's finger, it let out an immature roar, and amid the surging flames all over its body, the little warhammer hit Tyrion's finger fiercely. tip.

A heavy spark burst out in the hands of the Dark Blade King, but it did not hurt him. This newly born elemental creature is still very weak, and the current power it erupts, in Tyrion's view, is at best like a small light bulb. degree.

But this action proves that this little guy has his own wisdom, just like when Kromog was born from Grond's corpse, he was born with wisdom, which is enough to prove that this thing has a strong talent.

"Take me to see...the 'egg'?"

Tyrion returned the irritable fire element in his hand to Dornan, and the little girl put the unbecoming fire element on her shoulder, then trotted all the way, and took her father to see her collection.

"really..."

When he saw the phantom of power belonging to Ragnaros, but at this time it had been completely shattered and turned into an icy core of flames, the Dark Blade King proved his guess.

The fist-sized flame core in front of me is the core of the power phantom of the Fire Demon King. Although it was roughly shattered by Kromog, the internal power did not completely dissipate with the shattering of the power phantom. Nan didn't know what he had done, and once again aroused its internal power, thus reorganizing into a "newborn" power phantom.

But because the elemental rift leading to the realm of fire was sealed, Ragnaros himself was unable to remotely control this new phantom of power. After a series of things intertwined, this strange thing in front of him was formed.

It has inherited part of the power of the Firelord, but without the thought of Ragnaros, it is like an ignorant child who only instinctively gets close to the first creature he saw after he was born... Dornan, Undoubtedly, in this case, this little genius shaman has her second elemental companion.

But exactly, that might not be a good thing.

"It's dangerous, Dornan. No one knows if the Firelord will regain control of it as it grows."

Tyrion patted his daughter's hair and said to her:

"So you'd better throw it away now, or give it to any shaman who might be interested."

"But little Rag is cute..."

Dornan held the warm flame element in both hands, and the flame element leaned in Dornan's palm, and he dropped the warhammer lazily, becoming drowsy, and the little girl stared with big eyes unbearably , looking at the father:

"I'll take care of it, and I'll take care of myself, I swear, so, can I keep it?"

Looking at the light shining in his daughter's eyes, Tyrion told him with his cold will that this was not a good idea, but when he said it, it turned into a different flavor:

"Then take it back to Draenor first, and let Akama and Nobundo take a look at it. If they think this thing is harmless, I will allow you to sign an elemental contract with it... If It's harmful, it has to be disposed of, understand?"

"yeah!"

Dornan waved his arms and shouted:

"Then I'm going back to Draenor now, don't worry about me Daddy, Crow will get me back safely, he's strong! Like you and Mommy once said, he's proven to be a good fighter! "

"Oh, by the way, Dad, there's another thing in that egg, and I put it on the table."

Dornan quickly sank to the ground under the force of the earth. Before leaving, she yelled at Tyrion, and then disappeared completely.

The Dark Blade King turned his head, walked to the table, and saw a wooden box. When he opened it, a round, flaming gemstone like an eyeball was placed in it. It was uncut, But just the natural appearance is enough to drive any woman in the world crazy.

And Tyrion, knows exactly what this thing is...

"Dornan, my amazing daughter, what else can't you do?"

Tyrion picked it up and looked at it in front of his eyes. Inside the flame gem, amidst the radiance, it seemed that there was another realm of fire source in it, but that was just an illusion, this thing was the realm of Balrog. Another part of the derivative of the King Power Illusion represents the essence of the power of the flame... It is called the Eye of Savras, and it is a rare magical object in the world.

The archmages of Dalaran are probably willing to exchange a quarter of the city for it, but Tyrion knows very well that this thing can really play its greatest role there, and if he remembers correctly, the Wind Chaser Vanessa and Dornan placed the left and right halves of the Skull, although the two children probably didn't understand what the two orange stones represented.

"But... the Hand of the Balrog, the Wind Chaser... Well, it can be regarded as a "dream fulfillment" in another sense."

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Everyone in the world has desires, strong desires, strong desires, which support a full soul.

Even after death, the soul's desire for emotions and feelings is greatly weakened, as if it has become more pure, but if it can be supported by a strong desire, then the soul after death can return to the world like a living person , becomes even purer.

The body is just a container for the soul. As long as the purity of the soul is recognized, the difference between life and death is just a different container.

"boom"

The heavy forging hammer hit the iron felt fiercely, and the fixed weapon blank sparkled in the orange-red light, and then it was smashed down again, making the blank thinner and tougher. During thousands of times of beating, the impurities in the rough embryo are removed, and the steel itself after beating will become a real weapon, a sharp and blood-killing weapon.

The forging process is a philosophical process, at least in Tyrion's view.

The stove and forging hammer are like various difficulties and pressures in life or in the world, and the steel placed in them is like life itself. In the time spent sharpening oneself and washing away impurities, life will reappear in a more advanced form, emitting its own light.

But if he can't bear it, then the end can only be melted into endless hardships and become a "failure" in his mouth.

A failed product is not worth saving.

"boom"

The forged weapon blank looked up and down under the critical scrutiny eyes of the skilled blacksmith, and finally, after a sigh, the exquisite weapon blank was thrown into the waste pile beside it, where it piled up like a mountain. Hundreds of "inferior products" that have not been selected have been inserted between the rough steel blanks.

But a few minutes later, the gentle long sword embryo was re-clamped by the black gloved hand, and it was picked up. Tyrion looked at the prototype of the long sword in front of him, and after a while, he let out a sigh of emotion.

"It's a perfect forging process...it has the talent to become an excellent weapon, why throw it away so casually?"

"Because it's trash!"

The short figure standing in front of the fiery forge ignored the Dark Blade King's arrival at all, and he replied disdainfully in a dry and hoarse voice:

"A waste product without a soul has no value of existence, just like you."

"But I don't think so."

Tyrion casually inserted the embryo of the weapon back into the "Sword Tomb". He waved his hand, and the high-ranking knights who followed behind him stepped forward in silence. Ten seconds later, those thrown away weapons The rough embryos will be recycled, and they will be sent to Darkforge City, handed over to the forging masters for further processing, and then distributed as high-level military supplies to the high-level knights on the front line.

Although in the eyes of the top forging master in front of him, these weapon blanks are all waste products, but to be honest, any one of these blanks can be sold for a big price in the black market of Darkforge City. Because in the eyes of ordinary blacksmiths, these blanks are the highest quality, at least with a little modification, they can become the most sophisticated weapons.

"Do you know that the rough weapon you forged is regarded as a masterwork in Darkforge City, and is sought after by countless people. Even those high-ranking knights in my legion also have such a weapon. The weapons of the undead are regarded as glory, and the feelings of the undead are somewhat weird, I hope you can understand, for soldiers, a good weapon is indeed a status symbol."

Tyrion approached the scorching forge area. He looked at the dwarf sitting cross-legged in front of the forge, gulping down the strongest blood wine. He received no response except a mocking and disdainful laugh.

The two maintained this weird silence until several minutes later, Tyrion placed a box on the cold iron felt, and he said softly:

"Magni, I know, you have a lot of complaints about me, for the things I have done, for your own experience, and for this world, I know how painful it is for the undead without a goal, and to get rid of this Pain, you have to find the meaning of re-existing for yourself."

"If you don't have one, then let me give you one."

The Dark Blade King took a step back and let himself be hidden in the darkness. He said softly:

"I need a weapon, a deadly weapon born in the dark. Its appearance will represent the power of the shadow for me to use. It will become a new symbol of the Dark Blade King. It will completely change the world in my hands. The fate of the world, the demons are coming... Magni, you will see them soon, they are not like me, they have no feelings for this world."

"Pure killing and destruction, rather than transforming it with some noble purpose, will be a disaster for this world, and facing them, only the apocalypse is not enough. You have seen the magic blade, and you have seen it with your own hands. I've felt its power, but that power is given by demons, and I can't use demon weapons to defeat them themselves...I need a new weapon."

"I need a weapon that can make demons run away...I need it, and in this world, probably only you can make it for me."

"Do you think I'd do that?"

Magni Bronzebeard, the dead King of Bronzebeard, the best and top casting master in Azeroth responded coldly:

"You think I'm going to help a tyrant destroy the whole world? You should be dreaming, because what you're talking about is nonsense... sleep talk."

"Think what you will, Magni, say what you will."

Tyrion shook his head, turned and left the dark forge, he shook his hands, as if saying goodbye:

"I have given you the most important raw material. If you don't want to, you can throw it away, but you and I both know that you used to be a king, and you have a far-reaching worldview than ordinary people. You can't lie to yourself. ..You know very well that what I do is necessary, and you also know very clearly that my existence is necessary."

"And my cause, is righteous... you will eventually join it, especially now that you have seen for yourself the real threat the world faces. What are you going to do against me? Magni, you are not A pure villain, you can't be a villain, the justice you uphold and the path I walk will eventually come to the same point, in the end, you and me are no different."

"Can you fool yourself? You don't need to answer me, answer yourself."

"Hehe, I look forward to the day when I get a new weapon... By the way, I gave it a name... Ashbringer, the flames of death that brought death to Azeroth, and gave birth to a new era of perfection in the ashes The Supreme Razor, it's awesome, isn't it?"