Copperbeard, Brute Hammer and Black Iron, these are the three clans of the dwarves.

The Battle of the Three Hammers 300 years ago is already ancient history, and as we have said before, in the final stage of the dwarven civil war, the old Thorrisson, the Prince of Black Iron, who was unwilling to lose, summoned the monsters of the other world, intending to fight back, but he was very unlucky to summon the power phantom of Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons.

Not only was the Red Ridge Mountain, where the Black Iron Dwarves lived, torn in half in the volcanic eruption, but even the Black Iron Dwarves were enslaved by the curse of the Fire Demon King, and they were never free again.

300 years is nothing for an immortal species like a dwarf, but 300 years is enough time to change a lot of things, and the power of the Fire Demon King has infiltrated the blood of every black iron dwarf, making their eyes dark red, allowing the dwarves who originally knew nothing about magic to master fire magic, and making their racial character even more irritable.

As some of the human miners who have dealt with the Black Iron Dwarves have said, it is as if the veins of these Black Dwarves are not blood, but burning flames.

The sudden appearance of a member of such a race in front of Tyrion on this bleak night, blocking his way, could not help but make the Death Knight feel a trace of malice.

Although he was not afraid.

"The Thorium Brotherhood is not the same as the Black Iron who are willing to be slaves in Darkhearth!"

Tyrion's steed remained quiet in the dark, while the Death Knight himself stepped aside with the leader of the Black Iron Dwarves, whispering some secrets.

Named Hansel. The heavy-fisted black iron dwarf was wearing a red robe, but inside the robe, there was a sound of armor colliding, and the dwarves were all blacksmiths, so Tyrion was sure that this guy was also hesitant and wary of this meeting.

Hansel stared at the silent Death Knight with his dark red eyes, the dwarves' personalities determined that they were not good merchants, so after a few minutes of contact, he spoke out his purpose in a big way.

"The Brotherhood of Thurium is committed to resisting Ragnaros, the Firedemon King, and freeing our people from a long period of slavery, which is frankly almost impossible to do, and we have tried for more than 200 years, and every attempt has ended in failure."

With an undisguised wry smile on his face, Hansel took out a wine bottle, took a sip of wine, and whispered:

"We were going to give up, but today, we see hope again! We don't know what the sneaky Death Knight did to attract the dragon's attack, but he literally expelled the power of the Fire Demon King, and we truly felt the curse in our veins unraveling, and for the first time in 300 years, we felt the taste of freedom. ”

"Isn't that great?"

Tyrion said dryly:

"The curse has been lifted, the Fire Demon King has been driven away, and no one can control you, should I congratulate you?"

"If only it were that simple."

Hansel snorted, he turned his head to look at the location of the Black Rock Mountain, and he said in a deep voice:

"Not all Black Iron is as disgusted as we are with the Lord of the Firedemons, and in 300 years it has broken the backbone of too many Black Iron Dwarves, making them the most loyal servants of Ragnaros, like a pack of dogs who have lost their masters! It's disgusting, they feel panicked by being freed, and now in the Darkhearth, I'm afraid the warlocks have begun to try to summon their masters again. ”

As he spoke, the dwarf became angry, and threw the bottle out of his hand, but was caught back by a death grip, and the death knight threw the bottle back to the dwarf, his ice-blue eyes flashed, rubbed his chin, and whispered:

"I don't care about the infighting of the Black Iron Dwarves, what do you want?"

"Those stones!"

Hansel's eyes widened, and there was a longing in them, presumably a thirst for freedom:

"Those stones that can drive away the Fire Demon King! Those Death Knights used it to banish the Firefiend, we saw it with our own eyes! ”

"Cursed password?"

Tyrion looked at the Black Iron Dwarf in front of him in surprise, he reached out and touched the head of the ghost owl on his shoulder, then shook his head:

"It's not in my hands... It was destroyed in the Blue Dragon's attack, and with all due respect, even if you had the curse code, you shouldn't rely on it to completely drive out the fire elemental, it would be very costly, you have already seen it once. ”

The Death Knight was so excited about the deal that he could not see in his favor that he turned away decisively, and behind him, Hansel, the Black Iron Dwarf, clenched his fists, but quickly let go, and he whispered:

"We know it's expensive, but at least it's a kind of hope, we can find a way to find you whatever you want, we just need those stones! Blackstone Mountain is all over our eyeliner, and they've seen with their own eyes that you've found a few things from the ruins..."

"So you're threatening me?"

The Death Knight turned over and got on his horse, he glanced back at the dwarves who were waiting for an answer in the dark, his eyes suddenly turned, and a thought appeared in his mind, and in a low and serious voice, he said to Hansel. Heavy Punch Says:

"I haven't seen your sincerity yet, so it's a pity that I can't give you this thing now, so I'll save the deal for next time, and when I return to this world, I'll be happy to be friends with you then, provided that the Thor Silver Brotherhood does me a small favor!"

Seeing that the Black Iron Dwarf was hesitant, Tyrion coughed lightly and persuaded him:

"You see, I don't know what your life used to be, and I'm not interested in knowing, but in my worldview, Mr. Hansel, you have to pay for it in return."

After a moment, the dwarf looked up, he looked at the Death Knight, and he said in a deep voice:

"I don't believe you, Death Knight, but now we don't seem to have any other choice..."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed, and a stiff smile appeared on his face:

"So, Brotherhood of Thorium, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

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Aside from aesthetics, the Skeleton Horse is one of the best mounts on land, it doesn't get tired, it runs fairly smoothly, and most importantly, when awakened, it shares a heart with Tyrion.

Heading south from the Burning Plains, the difficult mountain path leads to the Red Ridge Mountains, which were actually part of the Red Ridge Mountains, which were bisected by the volcano summoned by Ragnaros 300 years ago, and after crossing the Red Ridge Mountains, you will reach the Dark Swamp, where the Dark Gate that crosses the world is located.

The night of fierce fighting continued until the next morning, when Tyrion stood in the forest of Red Ridge Mountain, at the foot of the mountain in front of him, the remaining Alliance soldiers had built several defensive lines to hold back the orcs who had escaped from the Burning Plains, and at the foot of the mountain, a skirmish was breaking out, a battle between the fleeing orcs and the Alliance soldiers.

"The tribe still failed, it was fate."

The Death Knight watched the death match between the two sides with cold eyes, he didn't have the idea of joining it, he wanted to leave, these humans couldn't stop him, he was here to wait for someone.

"Buzz"

The shadows of the forest shattered, and five Blood Watchers led by Nassar appeared behind the Death Knight, and in last night's battle, Nassa was sent out by Tyrion to weave through the chaotic battlefield and the Blackstone Tower, at Tyrion's behest, in search of an important loot.

"Coming back empty-handed, it looks like you didn't find what I was looking for."

The Death Knight's voice was still as cold and emotionless as ever, making it difficult to tell what kind of mood he was in.

Nassa leaned down and replied in an irreverent manner:

"My sisters have rummaged through the entire Blackstone Tower, and according to you, we have been following the group of Alliance generals all night, but unfortunately, we didn't see the Black Gem you mentioned, either because you had a problem with your intelligence, or we were unlucky."

"Really?"

The Death Knight was a little disappointed, but soon, he shook his hand:

"Finding something on the battlefield of tens of thousands of orcs and humans is like looking for a needle in a haystack, if you can't find it, you can't find it, that thing is not too important."

"Nassa, separate your two sisters and go to the Hidden Cove in the Valley of Thorns to find Buddy. Moore, before we return, let them do as the goblins tell us to do, and the rest of the watchmen and I will go to the Dark Gates, we are leaving this world. ”

Nassa nodded, she glanced at the back of the Death Knight, then at the darkness deep in the forest, and she whispered:

"Someone is spying on you, Tyrion, do you need me to kill her?"

"Don't be nosy, Nassa, if you're really idle, why don't you go and help us scout the road ahead?"

There was a hint of impatience in the Death Knight's tone, and the Blood Warden let out a hoarse laugh:

"Yes, Lord of the Darkblade!"

She and her sisters quickly re-stepped into the shadows, leaving the Death Knight alone on the hillside.

The forest behind him let out a low whistling sound under the wind, and the sudden wind blew up the Death Knight's neatly groomed hair, the long gray hair fluttering over his shoulders, and he held the humming magic sword in both hands, his eyes closed, as if feeling the residual fragrance of the wind.

"Are you going to follow me like this all the time?"

The Death Knight's hollow, cold, low, and hoarse voice rang out in the forest:

"Now that I'm in the most relaxed state, you just need to pull the bowstring, and at this distance, I can't dodge your arrows."

He waited for a minute, nothing changed around him, the Death Knight's fingers twitched on the hilt of the Apocalypse, and when the wind calmed down, he spoke again:

"Don't you do it yet? Still hesitating to kill me, hesitating to shoot the arrow that is already on the bowstring, this hesitation, this impetuousness, this is not like you, Aurelia..."

In the darkness of the forest, on the trunk of the leafy tree, the elven ranger hidden in it had pulled away, and an arrow with a beating holy light was placed on the bowstring, and the arrow was aimed at the back of Tyrion outside the forest, and it seemed that in the next moment it would shoot out, piercing the head of the Death Knight and cutting off his second life full of darkness, coldness and evil.

But the golden eyes of the Elven Ranger did not have the same indifference and calm as before, on the contrary, those eyes beat with extremely complex emotions, she followed Tyrion all the way on the battlefield, she had countless opportunities to shoot this assassination arrow, but she gave up.

The ranger looked at the dark back, the broken cloak fluttering back and forth in the wind, and the shocking long gray-white hair, the figure that occupied a very important place in her heart, for this person, her inner senses were very complicated, there was pain, despair, and a trace of unrealistic expectation.

It occurred to her that perhaps it was a real mistake for her to follow Tyrion here.

"Buzz"

The loosened bowstring danced, and the Ranger thrust the arrows stained with holy water back into her quiver, and she leapt from the branches, taking a deep breath and walking out of the forest.

"Are you leaving? Tyrion. ”

Aurelia stretched out her fingers and pulled her blonde hair behind her ears, she strolled over to the Death Knight, stood with him, looked at the final battle at the bottom of the hill in front of her, she didn't look at Tyrion's face with an icy aura, as she had once done when he was still alive, and asked in a calm voice:

"Never coming back, right?"

"Oh, the question... I was a little surprised. ”

The Death Knight let out a low laugh, and the icy aura emanating from his body made Aurelia frown, and then heard Tyrion say:

"I thought you were here to kill me, but with this peaceful gesture, did you come to say goodbye to me on purpose? Aurelia. ”

"Yes!"

Windranger nodded, and she reached out and pulled the hood of the Traveler chainmail upwards:

"I swore to expel the orcs because of your death, that was the oath I made for you, and now that the oath has been fulfilled and the orcs have retreated, I will go back to Quel'Thalas."

"Then stay in Quel'Thalas, and never meddle again!"

Tyrion nodded, and said dryly in an emotionless voice:

"If we never see each other again, trust me, it's going to be an easy decision for both you and me."

The atmosphere between the two men froze, and after a moment, the Ranger clenched the bow in his hand, and as she tried to calm her mind, she asked:

"I thought you wouldn't be changed by death... I thought there was something hidden under your shell..."

Tyrion interrupted Aurelia stiffly, and said in a dreamy voice:

"That's because you haven't looked far enough, everything changes, as long as you take a few more steps... It's like going through death, Aurelia, and if you don't want to be my enemy, then we don't have much to do with each other. ”

"You really don't have anything to say to me, do you?"

“...”

The Death Knight's fingers twitched, but in the end, his eyes didn't open.

"The dead have no gods to pray to, and even so, I wish you all the best on your way home."

"Smack"

A slap to Tyrion on the cheek made the Ranger grip his mouth, clenched his bow, and turned and rushed into the forest, a faint sobbing could be heard, but after a few moments, it was completely gone.

The Death Knight was left alone on the hillside, standing in the wind, silent as a cold stone tablet.