"Ahhh

In a secret chamber in Lordaeron, an enraged Deserok threw the black soul stone in his hand to the ground, and then trampled it to pieces.

Screaming souls floated out of it, surrounding the Dreadlord, and its face was full of terror and wanted to flee, but the next moment it was smashed by the claws of the angry Dreadlord, its eyes bulging, and its heart was full of anger and shame of being fooled.

The importance of the Shining Hour caused Deserock to overlook many factors, including the drunkard who crashed into him at the last moment... It must have been him, it was he who stole his gems and stole his future!

And whoever he is, he's prepared... Deserok stared at the remains of the black soul stone beneath his feet, carved into an almost identical shape to the Radiant Stars, and an elaborate corrosive circle had been applied to the outside, which also exuded a dark aura and looked almost identical to the Radiant Stars.

This only proves that the thief must have seen the stone, and that he had made the mold in advance, that is, it was not only Desailok who tried to steal the gem that night, but that all the actions of the Fear Demon King, which he thought were seamless, fell into the eyes of the cunning thief.

"I was actually shot by a filthy human! What a shame! ”

The enraged Desailo's first reaction was to rush out of Lordaeron to find the damn thief and crush him to ashes, but it soon calmed down, it was a dreadlord after all, although it was young, but cunning and suspicious were engraved in its bones as instinct, and it quickly sorted out its thoughts.

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 form of the Eastern Continent, there is enough motivation and strength to send spies to the core area of the human empire's rule, and the purpose is so clearly locked on the Atama Crystal, the name of this force has been revealed.

Knights of the Darkblade!

There is no doubt that it was the rebellious undead of the southern frontier who once defeated the demon army led by the great demon Kazak, and severely damaged Kazak, so that the great demon has not been able to completely resurrect in the warped void...

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

Thinking about it, Desailok found himself having 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, it was very cowardly, yes, but at least it could save its life, once it dug too deep, it could easily lead to destruction, and for the Dreadlord, saving his life in any crisis was the most worthwhile thing.

It wasn't a powerful old-school Dreadlord like Varimathas and Tikdios, and it couldn't be known to its companions, and once its fellow companions knew the clues to the Atama Crystal, it wouldn't do much good even if it won in the end.

"I can't do it... I can't even think about it. ”

Deseloc clutches its chin with its sharp claws, and eventually, it decides to take a step back... Bury humiliation and hatred in your heart, and wait for the army of polluters to reign in this world, when it can truly take revenge.

At this time, in the far south of Xinjiang, Tyrion didn't know that an action of his "friend" would cause so many mood swings to a dreaddemon king, but to be honest, even if he knew, he probably wouldn't pay attention to it.

Now that the King of the Dark Blades has transcended the stage of Desairok, even the most powerful First Lord on the opposite side, Tikdios, is not without the strength to fight, and he no longer needs to take those little people to heart.

Before his eyes, the quiet Raven Raven slowly retreated into the darkness, and the leader of the Assassins flew across the gap between north and south in a single day at extreme speed, delivering the most important treasure to Tyrion's eyes.

On the table in front of him, the black, irregular crystal was slowly suspended in mid-air under the influence of death energy, and as it rotated horizontally, the starry light that lingered inside the gem shone brightly, as if revealing a strange future to Tyrion.

"Dad, what is this?"

Beside him, Dornan, who was happily playing with the lazy flower cat Mr. Bigworth, suddenly raised his head, tilted his head, and looked at the black crystal suspended on the table, after looking directly at the crystal for a moment, Dornan subconsciously took a step back, obviously, she saw a lot from the black halo of the crystal.

In the face of his daughter's question, Tyrion supported his chin with his arms, and he looked intently at the dark and bright sun in front of him, and he whispered:

"This is the truth that reveals the origin of all things, my daughter."

Tyrion leaned back in his chair and reached out to hold Dornan and the kitten in his arms, and he whispered in a magnetic voice as he stroked his daughter's long white hair:

"Light and Shadow, opposing and symbiotic forces, they exist in opposition and unity, like other forces in the world, symbiotic and intermingled with each other."

"The Atama Crystal comes from a powerful ancient Naru, and a part of this crystal also inherits the essence of Naru, a creature of holy light, who is always dying in a cycle of light and darkness, and slowly reborn, the Bright Morning is supposed to be a holy relic filled with holy light that can bring life to find justice and light, but after immersing itself in the darkness, it transforms into the embodiment of endless shadows, and becomes a messenger of eternal death."

"It's like Naru itself, behind the light is the shadow, the brighter the light, the deeper the shadow, all powers, arcane and evil, life... Death, order and chaos go hand in hand, and when you master one of them, you master the other, and of course, you need to be wise enough to discover its existence. ”

Tyrion's deep voice came to an end, and Dornan, who was sitting in his arms, scratched his head, frowned and thought for several 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, you just need to memorize it, and wait until the day when your wisdom is enough, you will naturally understand it, you can discover it, and then use it, and finally... Surpass it. ”

Tyrion reached out and 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 Vanessa!"

Dornan put the lazy kitten on his head and said to his old father:

"And Delia, she's hanging out at Vanessa's house, Dad, why do you say Delia always doesn't play with me? She always says bad things about you, is she a badass? ”

"No, she's not a badass."

Tyrion put the Bright Hour in the box, and he bent down and said to his daughter:

"You can't just call other people badass, or they'll really be a badass to show you... Little Tella just hates me, she doesn't hate you, you can be friends with her, that's a very good girl... By the way, you can tell them that we are going to the Black Iron District in 2 days, and if they want to come, you can invite them to come with them. ”

"And..."

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

"Take care of your friend Crowe, its huge body can't be in Stormwind and scare the humans."

"yes, I know."

Dornan nodded and said loudly:

"Crow loves the New World very much, it sleeps soundly underground, Dad, do you want to take Crow with you when you go to the Black Iron District? It's miserable to leave it here alone, it doesn't like to be alone. ”

"Of course."

Tyrion smiled:

"We have to take Crow with us, and this time, we're going to find you a "new friend" and a new friend for Crow. ”

"Find a new friend for little Anduin, too!"

Dernan ran around Tyrion with the kitten in her arms, and she shouted:

"Little Anduin can talk, he calls me sister, he wants to find him a new friend!"

"Okay."

Tyrion rubbed his forehead:

"Find him a new friend, too."

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In the Black Iron District of the Burning Plains, what was once a mountain of blackstone has been completely transformed into a large factory, filled with the sound of hammers, and between the rocks filled with the goblins' cargo transportation tracks, busy workers drive the undead laborers to load the raw materials, ore or forged iron ingots into trucks.

On the other side, there is the secondary processing workshop, compared to the raw material workshop, the number of undead laborers here is much less, after all, this is a "technology area", and the forging process is difficult for brainless undead to master.

Compared with the pace of life in the Difia Federation, the pace of the Black Iron District is very fast, and 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 back to the Black Iron District in reverse, so that the production and living environment here are better.

And for the current Black Iron Dwarves, the daily life is very, very "fulfilling", under the management of the Thur Silver Council, each factory has to pay a lot of taxes every month, but even those who are left, it is enough for the practitioners to make a lot of money, the first batch of big merchants with huge wealth has appeared, they are united with the Thur Silver Council, control the business circle of the Black Iron District.

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

If you've lived here long enough, then the intrigue between the united Black Iron Merchants and the foreign merchants, as well as the intrigues between them, is enough to make a wonderful business war movie... Wealth is always overlooked and always attracts everyone's attention.

For the civilians in the Black Iron District, life has been a little dull recently, and there are few major events except for the addition of a group of human apprentices in the workshop area.

Thanks to the taxes collected by the Council of Thorium to give benefits to the legitimate, supportive civilians of their rule, these Black Iron Dwarven civilians can make ends meet even if they don't have to go out to work, but if you want to live a better life and enjoy a more abundant life, you will have to find a way to make money yourself.

Compared to the leisurely days that were once ruled by the royal family of Thorisson, the busy and affluent life is now full of many subjective factors, freedom, a treasure that was disdained when it was not obtained, but can no longer be given up after it is obtained, is distributed to everyone, and the new ruler imprisons the freedom of the commoners in a more intelligent way.

They use money to guide them and lure them into a new life.

And probably because they both have money in their pockets, the business of the Black Iron Bar is getting better and better, and the manager of the bar, a mysterious, dwarf Mr. Prager, who has a lot of money, has completed the expansion of the bar in the first few months, but even if it has been expanded three times, it is still bustling every day, and the dwarves' thirst for alcohol makes it full every day.

A black iron dwarf dressed in a greasy overseer uniform strode through the crowd and sat down in the seats his friends had taken up in advance, he took out a bulging bag of gold coins from his bosom and threw it on the table, the sound of the gold coins clashing made the noise around him much quieter, and then the loud black iron dwarf was heard shouting:

"Hey, Prager, give one of my friends a drink! Count me all in! ”

As soon as these words fell, they set off 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 go to the Chamber of Commerce and complain about him! ”

In the midst of the overwhelming praise, the triumphant Grohl touched his messy beard, he worked in the factory of the Council of Thorsilver, and now he has become the workshop manager, a person of status in the new society, and naturally wants to show off.

And the wine was brought by a coquettish Miss Succubus, this is the summons of the boss Prager, and the most sought-after liquor girl in the Black Iron Bar, the succubus lady in very cool clothes put the wine on the table, and before leaving, she also winked at Grohl, the tenderness in her eyes made Grohl intoxicated, and he wanted to invite Miss Succubus out to eat alone now, and then spend a good night alone with her.

But Grohl didn't do it in the end, on the one hand, Miss Succubus's "lethality" is too strong, and it doesn't sound good to be sick in bed when she first became a manager, and on the other hand, Grohl didn't just come to drink today.

"Come, folks, a toast to the Council of Thorium! Cheers to freedom! ”

Grohl stood up, took a fine wine, and shouted to his old friends:

"Cheers to the money! Cheers to our new life! ”

His old friends are naturally the predecessors of the Thorium Council, the veteran members of the Thorium Brotherhood, after the Thorsilver Council ruled the Dark Furnace City, they all had a high starting point, and now everyone has mixed up their careers, but seriously, the vision of the Thorsilver Brotherhood at the beginning of its establishment has always stayed in the hearts of every member.

And today, Grohl is here to announce that vision.

"Wow, this wine is so strong!"

Grohl drank the wine from the glass in one gulp, his black beard was covered with wine stains, he looked left and right, lowered his voice, and said to his companions:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was just getting off work when I ran into Hansel, and he told me... The time has come! ”

"Huh? What the? ”

A drunken black iron dwarf subconsciously asked:

"When?"

"How long else?"

Groll said dissatisfiedly:

"The undead have finally made up their minds, and my factory will start secretly manufacturing fire-resistant armor today, and they will soon be entering the Molten Heart... Ragnaros' enslavement of the Black Iron is over! ”