"Is he dead?"

With the help of the screamers who rushed to their aid, the Death Lord Glokush, who had initially taken control of the chaos of Ironforge, strode into the King's Hall of Ironforge, where his leader, the King of the Darkblades, sat on the warm throne.

And in the hall before Tyrion's eyes, there was a crystal clear ice, and in it was frozen a dwarf with a beautiful long orange beard and a slightly twisted crown, which was Magni. Copperbeard, King of Ironforge, the best master blacksmith in all of Azeroth.

Faced with Glokush's question, Tyrion shook his head and replied in a deep, hollow voice:

"He's not dead... But it's about the same, I've made the same mistake many times, Glokush, my loyal lord, I'm giving you a long vacation, go back to Draenor to see your sons, and by the way, help me bring Magni. Copperbeard is sent to the Dark Temple, where there is no Hellpin Abyss in the world of Draenor, where the conscription can make the soul of this talented man as intact as possible. ”

"Hmm."

Grokush nodded, didn't say anything, he looked left and right, keenly saw Tyrion's not very normal wrist, and noticed Grokush's gaze, Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and raised his wrist, and then the orc Death Lord saw that the powerful Darkblade King's wrist was twisting at an abnormal angle, and a dark red death energy was quickly repairing his injuries.

"The power of the King of the Hill is indeed mysterious and powerful."

The King of the Dark Blades stepped down from his throne and looked at the cold ice in front of him, in the cold, Magni, who was seriously injured by him, seemed to be asleep, but even so, the anger and unwillingness that continued on that face were still vivid.

"Rogge and the crow's joint strangulation also failed."

Tyrion's voice echoed in the King's Chamber:

"Muradin. Copperbeard is also a powerful king of the hills, and he may be more difficult to deal with than Magni, and their defeat is a matter of course, but Muradin's loss has also been devastated, and given his bloodline and status, he is undoubtedly a big problem. ”

"Then leave it to me."

Glokush took the initiative to say:

"I'll try to find him as much as I can before I leave, and then get rid of him."

"Nope! No need! ”

The King of the Blades shook his head, his gaze turned to the wall to the right of the King's Chamber, and he whispered:

"There is a secret hidden in the Ironforge Fortress, the blood of the Ancient Guardians has left the most traces on the dwarves, and the mysterious power of the King of the Hill comes from this, the Copperbeard Family rules the Ironforge Fortress not only by majesty, but by a real inheritance, about the real history of this world, I am very interested, and Muradins and Mr. Brian will become our "good helpers". ”

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Especially after they realized the importance of this power for dwarves and humans... I need them to be the vanguard of unearthing the secrets of ancient history, a treasure that I don't have the time or energy to find at the moment, and they will find it for me. ”

"What if they don't realize it?"

Glokush, however, was not as confident as his own monarch, and he asked:

"As you said, this is a royal secret hidden in Ironforge, and they definitely don't want too many people to know about it, and a small-scale secret operation means that it takes a long time, even if time is on our side, it shouldn't be wasted."

The corners of Tyrion's mouth turned up slightly, revealing an eerie smile, and he patted his loyal subordinate, and he whispered:

"So, they need someone to remind them, and I happen to know such a person."

"Go, Glokush, enjoy your vacation, and by the way, bring back poor Iriel, she is in dire need of recuperation, poor and stubborn girl, this time the wound is too bad, and I don't know how long it will take her to recover."

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"We live in a false peace and try to maintain this illusion. In fact, those of us who are the wisest have seen that war never stops, that it erupts in the unseen corners around us, without a trace, but in full swing. ”

A hoarse and deep voice rang out in the office of the great craftsman Mekatok in New Artisan Town, with a hint of mockery and gloomy anticipation in that contrived and mysterious tone.

The voice paused for a moment, as if to give the participants time to think, and after a few seconds, it sounded again:

And the stupidest thing is that no one wants to know and accept the truth. Our people are happy to continue this false peaceful life, allowing the silent bullets to pierce the sky overhead, even when we have lost our homes, our people in the calamities, and even the people who have lost their confidence. ”

"I don't want to hold anyone accountable here, and I know that it's impossible for a race like ours to force everyone to join a brutal war, but the problem is... Even if we resist and resist again, we use all methods and all wisdom to escape the war, but one day, the war will still come to the door! ”

The hoarse voice grew a little higher:

"Just like cavemen, such a catastrophe is not accidental, it's time to break the illusions in your heart, everyone, it's time to come to the fore and let ourselves take charge of our own destiny, instead of leaving everything to ethereal luck."

The voice smiled, and she ended her story with a joke:

"And the saddest thing for a dwarf compared to other races is... We have no faith, so in times of despair, even if we pray, no one will come to our rescue, not even the Light. ”

Her voice finally fell, and this long-prepared narration was wonderful, but at this time, in this oppressive room, no one stood up to applaud her, and the participants were silent, in fact, this did not mean that they were stupid, so to speak, the dozen or so people sitting in this room were definitely the dozen or so people with the highest IQ in the world.

And after the eerie atmosphere lasted for several minutes, the master craftsman Mekatok, who was already wearing complicated and cumbersome goggles and already had a smooth scalp above his head, stood up from the mechanical chair, and pressed the goggles behind him, revealing his wise and flexible blue eyes, but they could not hide their exhaustion and loss.

His slender and short hands propped himself up on the steel table in front of him, and looking at the short figure wrapped in a dark red cloak across the long round table, he questioned in a serious tone:

"You say you're here for the fate of the gnomes, but just today at noon, our allies, the dwarves of Ironforge, suffered a terrible catastrophe, their city fell, their army was destroyed, their king, my best friend Magni was missing, and what I really wanted to ask was this lady with a hidden head and tail in front of us... Who are you? On whose behalf are you here? and..."

The voice of the great craftsman became sharper:

"What right do you have to talk before us about the future of the race? In my opinion, you are nothing but a demagogic madman! In the recent past, your activities in New Artisan Town have not been able to hide from us, where have all the artisans you bewitched have gone? ”

"Huh"

The short figure in the dark red cloak did not panic in the face of this questioning, she stretched out the fingers in her sleeves, the blood-red nails made the two members of the craftsman council sitting next to her subconsciously move their bodies, this guy should also look like a dwarf, but she is full of evil energy, that is a temperament that people are reluctant to approach.

Evil and chaotic, chaos with a kind of madness.

"You say I'm not qualified? Mecatok, as the one directly responsible for allowing the careerists to ruin Nomorigan! You commented that I was not qualified to discuss the future of race with you? ”

"Stupid!"

"Huh"

Ella's hands grasped the edge of her hood, exposing her face and her blood-red eyes to her compatriots, a sight that widened the eyes of all the councillors, including Mekatok, who had just questioned her.

"You! Ella. Magic Thread! You... You're alive? ”

On the day of the fall of Nomorigan, Ella, who had lost her faith and was about to commit suicide, was rescued by Mecatok herself, and most of the councillors present had heard the story of Ella, and in that disaster, if Ella had not stepped forward, at least tens of thousands of people would have been killed by those crazy stone monsters, and most importantly, more than one person had witnessed the scene where Ella had killed the great traitor Sema Prague with her own hands.

Suffice it to say, Ella is definitely a hero among the gnomes, and if she had remained in Kazmodan when the new Artisan Town was founded, she would have been at least a member of the Artisan Council by now.

"Of course I'm alive, and I'm alive and well."

Ella looked at the strange gazes of her compatriots, she didn't care, she stretched out her hand, the magic of blood helped her pick up the small flask hanging from her waist, and after taking another sip of cool blood wine, the dwarf vampire stretched out his hands, supported his body, and looked at the councillors in front of him with a very oppressive gaze.

"You're curious about my experience, but my story can be told later, and the purpose of my return this time, as I said, is for the future of the race, believe me, Mecatok and the councillors, believe me, even though I am in a weird state now, I have never forgotten my race and where I was born."

"As for the good people who don't want to bury their heads in ostriches anymore, I have sent them to a place of absolute safety, a place where they can show their skills, a place where the dwarf can truly realize their ultimate "dream"! ”

Ella opened her arms and shouted in a high-pitched voice:

"A technological future, in the old system, the power of magic and the individual is the power that dominates history, no matter how much the dwarfs contribute, no matter how many new products we bring to the world, no one will notice our dedication, this is unfair, it is a distorted system, that is wrong!"

"But there is one person, that person who told me that everything that the gnomes insist on, the atheism that is crazy in the eyes of other races, the research that we give everything to, those wonderful ideas, he tells me that those are the future of this world, and those are the forces that can really change the world!"

Ella's blood-red eyes shone with fanatical light, and she looked at the people in front of her sincerely, and she said in a deep voice:

"Fellow citizens, he gave us the opportunity to become a better and greater race, he gave us the opportunity to change the world with technology, isn't that the dream that the gnomes have been pursuing? Now that it is here, our future will be better than what was previously imagined, better than the fantasy of any era! ”

"Wait! Ella! ”

Mercatok loudly interrupted the dwarf's bewitchment, he keenly sensed the core of the problem, he looked at the dwarf in front of him suspiciously, and he asked in a loud voice:

"Who is that person? Who is the one who proclaimed a new future to you? ”

Ella took a deep look at Mecatok, the opinion of this wise master craftsman was very important in the entire dwarf race, and he asked an unavoidable question, so after a moment, Ella coughed lightly and replied:

"Tyrion. Dawnblade! You may not be familiar with this name, but there is another name you have surely heard, King of the Blades! ”

"What!"

"You're crazy!"

"Ella, you've been bewitched!"

As soon as this nightmare-like name in the Eastern Continent was spoken, the entire craftsman council exploded, and the great craftsman Mecatok's eyes widened even more, looking at the dwarf vampire in front of him in disbelief, he was a little angry, but he didn't know how to say it, and in the end, the master craftsman waved his hand weakly:

"Ella, no one can deny your dedication to our race, but your suggestion is too shocking, now, please go out, leave Kazmodan, and never come back! We won't be complicit in the necromancy... We will not betray our allies, especially at this juncture. ”

"I knew it."

Ella was not surprised by this decision, and in the angry gaze of all the councillors, she stood up, waved her wide sleeve, and gave a creepy smile to the others:

"But it's too late."

"What? What do you mean? ”

From Ella's smile, the master craftsman sensed that something was wrong, and he asked, and in the face of this curiosity, Ella shrugged:

"I am well aware of the character flaws of our race, which leads us to be suspicious and indecisive when we do great things, so I have made decisions on your behalf."

"Remember the steam tank we designed for the dwarves of Ironforge? It was the result of the wisdom of the members of the entire Craftsman Council, and it also created the most powerful king of land warfare in the Eastern Continent, but when the dwarves sold every tank, they did not mention the contribution of the gnomes, they made a lot of money, and we, as inventors, did not get even a penny of profit, and did not even have the right to name it. ”

"It's like what happened to us when we taught them how to make muskets, gave them the blueprints of flying machines, and shared the idea of underground railroad tracks, we're not vassals of the dwarves! I don't want to be a high-IQ slave to the dwarves! ”

Ella narrowed her eyes and slammed her fists on the steel table, leaving two clear fist marks, and she shouted angrily:

"Is this normal? Should this humiliation be? Raise your heads, cowards! ”

Under Ella's order, the councillors subconsciously raised their heads, and heard Ella's sharper voice:

"I've had enough of this contempt, so I ask my fellow citizens to devise a new weapon for the Darkblade, and just this afternoon, those weapons smashed on the heads of the steam tanks at Ironforge and destroyed them completely!"

"Yes, I submitted the dwarves' "letter of renunciation" to the dwarves in this way, and I am sorry that I did not consult with you in advance. ”

Ella waved her sleeves and turned to leave, and the moment she walked out the door, she glanced back at the dumbfounded master craftsman and gave him a sweet smile:

"Resentful of me, but there is only one last way left in front of the dwarf."

"And you, sooner or later, you will know that I am right!"