"Refreshing!"

Thoreson laughed, he slammed the hammer in his hand to the ground, and he said angrily:

"My wife, Moella, she still has my son in her belly, she's in Ironforge right now, I don't know what Tyrion gave you, but I can probably guess that what I want is simple... Let her go! Send her to Eagle's Nest Mountain safely, as long as you nod, 30 black iron drilling rigs will be temporarily lent to you! ”

Thorrison wore a fully covered helmet, and he couldn't see even a hint of his expression, but Grokush could still feel the anxiety and longing of the black iron dwarf in front of him, which was already a very extreme emotion for a dead man.

But the orc did not immediately agree, but asked rhetorically:

"You should know that even if you don't come to me, I won't kill women and children at will... His Majesty doesn't like that kind of senseless killing. ”

"Don't mention Tyrion!"

There was a disgust in Sorison's tone:

"I don't trust that bastard!"

"Then you trust me?"

Glokush snorted, "You know, more people have died at my hands than at the hands of Tyrion..."

"I trust you, because I've heard the conversation between you and your son in the ruins of the Blackstone Tower... Reed. The Black Hand, the chieftain who was supposed to die, was sent back to Draenor by you, along with his paralyzed brother... You are a dead man like me, but you are also like me, there are things to worry about, you and I have soft corners in our hearts, but others... Phew, they don't! ”

Thorrison wielded his hammer restlessly, staring at Glokush:

"I don't want my Moira to live under Tyrion's watchful eye, they deserve to be free, I've paid the price! So, do you say yes or no? ”

"Actually, in fact, every Death Lord has soft corners in his heart, including Tyrion... You just didn't see it, Thorrison, I'll promise you, but I also hope... Don't lose faith in this system, you must know that Tyrion chose the Death Lord not just based on strength. ”

"I don't care! I don't want to serve him either! ”

Thorrison smirked and turned away, his roaring voice echoing through the darkness:

"You've helped me, you're my friend, but remember, Glokush, I'm one of you, that's right, but never expect me to help anyone else... If I had the chance, I would have dragged you all to die! ”

The old orc frowned as he looked at the back of Thoresen leaving, but soon, his face returned to its previous indifference, and he turned his head to look at the passages behind him that had been rapidly widened by Goron and the orcs, and he whispered:

"You don't understand it yet, but it doesn't matter, one day, you will."

"The firmest hope is always born in the darkest despair, and our cause... It is just. ”

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"The dwarven steam tank unit is the vanguard! I'll flank us from the left flank with the human knights, I'll be the maneuvering force with the elven rangers, and, if necessary, Master Romans, I'll need you to use a crisp teleportation technique to send us into the enemy's... In the base camp. ”

Danas sorted out his armor and weapons as he said to the commanders beside him:

"This is not suicide, everyone, the soldiers who escaped from Stormwind City have given us new tactical ideas, and today's battle is used to verify this kind of thinking, compared to the number of people? We're definitely inferior, but the difference between us and the undead is that we think, while the lower undead don't, they're like puppets being manipulated! ”

"Huh"

The sharp sword slashed through the air with a whistling sound, and Danas raised his head to look at the falling snow in the sky of the distant valley, he took a deep breath, and in the icy environment, the white mist drifted in the air.

"Chop off the brains that command them, and they'll be in chaos... That's our chance! ”

"Well, the typical decapitation tactic, in this case, is indeed very appropriate."

Elf ** Master Roman stretched out his hand to pull his long hair, the ** master robe he was wearing was like a phoenix fire against the white snow, he held the gorgeous staff in his hand, and nodded to Danas:

"Of course, I'll follow you, and besides, I want to know, who will be the sharp knife that pierces the heart of the undead?"

"Me!"

A deep voice rang out behind them, and King Magni turned to see a tall knight coming out of the barracks behind him, dressed in silver-white armor, carrying a heavy, light-blessed warhammer, and a fully covered helmet, and between the Y-shaped helmet cracks, a pair of suggestive blue eyes.

As he advanced, the runes of the Holy Light pulsed across his armor, showing the paladin's strong affinity for the Holy Light.

At the sight of him, King Magni let out an exclamation:

"The forge is on top! D'Athohan, how did you come here? ”

"And me, brother."

In the first generation of the Great Knight Sedan. In the barracks behind Dasohan, a short, heavily armed man jumped out, wearing bronze armor, wielding a hammer and tomahawk, and a golden beard, who was the best dwarven warrior in Ironforge... King Magni's younger brother, Muradin. Copper whiskers.

"I'm sorry we're hiding from you, Your Majesty Magni."

The Grand Knight said to the crowd in a deep voice:

"The disaster in Stormwind has taught us a lot, no one knows if there are agents in Ironforge who serve the undead, and those who are dissatisfied with the existing order will always be attracted to pure malice, so we must keep a low profile."

Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding, everyone knew what happened to the Stormwind Kingdom, most of the reason was because the incoming undead were indeed powerful, but the other half was also because Tyrion had compiled too many nets in Stormwind City in advance, in fact, the night the city was broken was only the final blow, and the camel of the Stormwind Kingdom was already overwhelmed by Tyrion's endless conspiracy long before it was attacked.

"Da Sohan and I, with the paladins of the Silver Hand, will follow General Danas to carry out decapitation tactics."

Muradin, placing his heavy battle axe on the table in front of him, took out a flask, poured wine into his mouth, wiped his beard, and said boldly:

"No matter who is hiding in that fortress, we will kill him mercilessly, and if you dare to covet our Iron Forge, you will definitely pay the price!"

"Well said, brother!"

The Dwarven King looked at the warlike commanders in front of him, and in the camp of the dwarven town of Karanos, he glanced back at the Ironforge Fort like a silent beast in the snowy mountains, the most powerful warriors of the dwarves had boarded their chariots, the griffin knights were constantly taking off, and the roar of flying machines, machines and weapons from the gnomes, and the scorching smell of hot oil, all of which filled King Magni's heart with pride and courage.

"No one can defeat us on our land... For Kazmodan! ”

He roared and raised his golden hammer, and behind him, the dwarven soldiers shouted in unison:

"For Kazmodan!"

The Dwarven King took his golden goblet and drank it down, then jumped into the steam tank decorated with a ram's head, his hammer pointing due south:

"Dwarves, follow me to meet the enemy, forward!"

"Boom"

The sight of nearly a hundred steam tanks starting together was shocking, and when the black smoke from the burning oil drifted in the snow-capped mountain sky, the bell for the beginning of the battle that was about to decide the ownership of the land under their feet was finally ringed by the dwarves' own hands.

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"The dwarves have set out, and with them are humans and elves."

Irel stood in the halls of the Fortress of the Dead, reporting the battle to the slender figure sitting in front of him:

"They mobilized the entire army that Dan Morro could muster, and it seemed that they were intent on leveling the camp in one fell swoop, and then focusing on the battlefields of the Badlands."

"Well, a very decisive strategy, I haven't fought Magni, I don't know if it came from him, but there's no doubt that it's in line with the dwarves' temper."

In the dim light of the fire, Tyrion looked at a letter written in crooked Salas with the childish blessings of the children, the letter that the Raven had just brought him from Draenor, from the children.

"Look, Dornan told me that Anduin was starting to like his new home, and her gentle Aunt Tiffany, and she liked her very much... Children's happiness is always so simple, Iriel, these humans and dwarves were also children, you say, why do innocent and lovely children grow up to be so stubborn, so irritable, so... Stupidity? ”

Irel thought for a moment and replied:

"They lack the right guidance, and I think that's probably why."

"Yes, that makes sense."

Tyrion nodded, folded the letter in his hand, handed it to the candle flame in his hand, and watched as it was ignited by the flames, which licked the letter in Tyryon's hand at a rapid pace until the flames burned to the tips of his fingers, and then were extinguished by the cold.

As the last of the ashes scattered on the ground, Tyrion stood up and flicked his shoulders, allowing Irel to drape him in a scarlet cloak, a dark beast-like shoulder armor, and finally the blue thorn ring.

"I always spend a lot of time immersed in this kind of soft emotions that only living people have, and even sometimes, it makes me forget that I am a dead person, that I lack feelings, and that I should lack feelings."

Tyrion walked up the stairs of the fortress step by step, and at the end of the stairs was a throne made of ice, on which he sat and looked at Iriel below, and at the arrival of Roglio and the crow, and he whispered to his subordinates:

"Always surround yourself with soft things, it's not life, it's death coming."

"One day, these soft things will crawl up from behind you and choke you by the throat like the claws of the devil, suffocating you... But fortunately, we are already dead, and we will not die again. ”

"I know, Lumi, and many others are complaining, that we can run over it all the way with an irresistible numerical superiority, and let our dark empire be established on this land, with blood and bones as a foundation, and I know that the method I am employing now is unwise, always indulging the enemy again and again, and always tasting it again and again."

As if talking to his heart, Tyrion said to the three high-level necromancers in front of him:

"But it's fun, isn't it?"

"Look, watch the enemy before us bleed... It's like a tug-of-war, and we know they're going to lose. ”

"But that's not the point, the point is, you're all Death Lords I've personally picked, and you should understand what I want to do, what we want to do... The righteous, the great, the thing that someone has to do, we never came to destroy the world. ”

The Ice Blue Eyes of the King of the Dark Blades skipped a touch of darkness, and he continued:

"When encountering the slightest bit of trouble, many living beings will say that they have had enough! They have not experienced despair, there is no bitter despair, how can they appreciate the sweetness of hope! They're wrong, they're wrong, and I, now I'm sitting here, and I'm the one who can decide if they've had enough! ”

"My lords, it's time to sober up the arrogant living, and tell them who we are."

As Tyrion sat on his throne, his gaze suddenly lifted to look beyond the dim fortress, and he seemed to hear some kind of voice:

"They came, I heard shouts of killing, I heard the rhythm of war... Don't worry, let them enjoy a sweet victory first..."

The King of the Dark Blades stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture to the lords in front of him:

"We're waiting for them right here... Quietly, don't make a sound..."

"Give them a... Surprise! ”