The war between the elements is berserk.

Elemental creatures have a peculiarity, in the case that the core of the body is not destroyed, no matter how many times their bodies are defeated, they can quickly recover by the surge of elemental power, generally speaking, the special form of elemental life determines that it is difficult for them to obtain true wisdom, but once the elements give birth to wisdom, it means that the difficulty of dealing with them will increase exponentially.

As a result, there have been very few instances in the history of Azeroth where an elemental lord has been completely killed, and it is almost impossible for a mortal to completely kill a sapient elemental.

But once the war between the elements starts, it will never die, the four elemental lords are deeply rooted in each other, in the elemental territory, the war of the four elements has never stopped, therefore, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, this is the cruel principle that all elemental life follows.

"Bang"

In the battle between two powerful elemental beings, the terrain of the Molten Heart has been completely altered, and in the deepest part of the cavern, in that sea of scorching magma, under the repeated thrashing of the huge and angry stone life Krogmore, the core of the illusion of power left by Ragnaros, the Lord of the Fire Demons, has finally been broken, a huge core of flame as bright as a treasure.

The moment the heavy Elemental Fist shattered the shell of the Flame Core, all the fire elementals wandering throughout the Molten Heart let out a terrible wail, and they were born from the power of the Fire Demon King, and they quickly dissipated with the loss of the Fire Demon King's power.

Even the scorching heat and unbelievable rage of magma that lay across every part of the cavern around it gradually became mild as the illusion of the Fire Demon Lord vanished.

The entire Molten Heart was silent for this moment, until the victorious rock life, Krogmore, let out the first roar of victory.

Tyrion jumped onto the cold ground, picked up the scattered flame cores and the stones that glowed with elemental light, put them into the storage ring, handed them to Doernan who ran over, and then touched her head and whispered:

"Now, take Crowe out of here and let it rest beyond the Burning Plains... We're about to seal the Elemental Rift, and it's going to be uncomfortable to stay here. ”

"Whew!"

As soon as Tyrion's words fell, a seemingly non-existent roar of anger sounded inside the Molten Heart, and above the magma in front of them, the space slowly spread out like broken glass, and what greeted them was another world beyond the shattered space.

"Let's go! Ragnaros's real body wants to come over! ”

Tyrion grabbed a few small points and threw them at the stone man, and Krogmore also felt the heat of the pure flame outside the space, the majesty that belonged to the elemental lord of the Star Soul World, which was as powerful as its ancestor Glondre, which made a trace of envy and longing flash in its huge one-eye, but under Tyrion's urging, the stone giant still protected the three children with both hands, and then slowly sank under the earth.

Earth elementals can travel through the land at great speeds, and after Krogmore leaves, several roaring black iron drills break through the ground, carrying the flame mages of the Thor Silver Brotherhood and the vagrant shamans hired by them to appear in the innermost ring of the Molten Heart.

"Quick! Hurry up! Seal it! ”

Hansel, the death knight in Black Iron. At the urging of the heavy fist and the great blacksmith, the flame mages held high the three cursed codes, and quickly set up a sealed circle at the death site of Ragnaros's illusion.

And in the mid-air of this inner ring, the boundary between the material realm and the elemental realm is being broken little by little, more precisely, "melting", like a hole open, completely composed of burning flames, in the reflection of the scorching flame mirror, belonging to the elemental realm, the scenery of the fire source realm slowly emerges in front of Tyrion.

It seemed to be an island suspended in a chaotic light curtain, and everywhere you could see was a burning orange flame, like a burning hell, but it was not barren, and above the flaming earth, there were pillars of flames like trees, and all kinds of creatures composed entirely of flames passed through the flames, and there was an order of its own.

And behind the towering Bridge of Flames, a palace in a sea of primordial magma, the flames of which make up its body, and between the flickering flames, a huge flame giant composed of the oldest flames of Safras, is slowly moving forward, it is the Lord of the Fire Demons... The true Ragnaros, the Elemental Lord who rules the Fire Realm, one of the supreme powers of this world.

The representative of the flame, the definition of the flame, the flame exists because of it, and burns because of it.

It walked across its own land, making the entire realm of fire tremble with every step, the firebirds flying in the sky, the beautiful phoenix-like creatures wrapped around it, it stared at the world, it stared at the miscellaneous people who dared to challenge the Lord of Fire.

"Roar!"

Another roar came from behind the ever-larger flame mirror, and as Ragnaros drew closer and closer to the rift in the elemental realm, the bodies of those black iron dwarven fire mages began to tremble, and the source of their bloodline was approaching, and the heavy pressure that had just been driven away returned to their bodies again, making them feel fear, and they couldn't help but kneel to the ground.

"Bang"

The stone of the cursed code in the great blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and he braced himself with his hammer, gritting his teeth, trying to keep himself going, but his trembling and terrified eyes betrayed him.

Tyrion bent down, picked up the stone, and shoved it into the great blacksmith's hand, and he looked at the terrified black iron dwarf in front of him, and he whispered:

"There's still time, don't be afraid... Go get done! No one can disturb you until I fall. ”

The Great Blacksmith trembled and tried to say something, but eventually, he grabbed the hammer and slammed it on his fingers, the extreme pain that temporarily freed him from the pressure in his veins, and he gritted his teeth and ran quickly to the altar behind him, where the hired shamans had begun to chant the cursed code.

The Brotherhood of Thorium has been preparing for this day for too long, after getting the cursed code, they have been calculating the steps of the seal, this time the cursed code will not be abused, but will achieve the mission when it appeared, seal the activities of the element, and the black iron dwarf will limit this range to a very small one, and the power of the cursed code will burst out in a small space at one time, so as to achieve the purpose of completely sealing and strengthening the rift in the elemental territory.

They must heal this rift, or their resistance will be utterly defeated once again in the material realm.

"Playing with fire**!"

The Fire Demon King of the other section of the Flame Mirror also seemed to sense the power of the curse code slowly extending, it roared and raised its left hand, and in the intertwining of endless flames, the Elemental Lord roared and smashed into the material realm in front of him, and the flame mirror shattered in an instant, replaced by a flaming fist that fell from the sky.

The temperature of the fire from the primordial Safras had exceeded the limits of what the material world could bear, and the moment the flame punch appeared, the entire rock of the Molten Heart began to melt, and the cavern that had been calm due to the cancellation of the power illusion of the Fire Demon King was once again filled with the power of the furious fire element, Tyrion raised his head, and the flame punch that fell above his head gave him a feeling of suffocation and about to be ignited.

It was the oppression brought by the highest power in this world, and it was an angry blow that grasped the essence of power, the King of the Dark Blade gritted his teeth and held the apocalypse instead, and the heavy death energy in his body completely exploded at this moment, filling the entire inner ring of the cave with solid ice, and between the collision of ice and fire, a scattered power rampaged in this small space, completely crushing several unlucky ghosts in the conflict between ice and fire.

And at the moment when the cold frost was about to be engulfed by the primordial flames, the mysterious power of the cursed code exploded at this moment, like a brutal pair of scissors, covering the shattered space in the air that constantly transmitted power, and Ragnaros's unwilling roar echoed wildly in the heart of the molten fire.

"The flames will be rekindled! You guys... Can't stop me! ”

"That sad world will eventually burn!"

"Poof"

Like the sound of bubbles being punctured, the scorching fire of Safras lost the control of its master, shattered in an instant, the gorgeous flame light points drifted in the air of the inner ring, between the melting earth, Tyrion with the apocalypse stood in the embers of the fire, his face was pale, the essentia armor on his body showed signs of melting, he was not out of breath like a living person, but the gloom in his ice-blue eyes could not hide his exhaustion at this time.

Apocalypse sensed the weakness of its master, it began to scream and hiss, and black threads of power extended from this magic blade, trying to control Tyrion again, but at this moment, a large axe that completely melted, leaving only the handle, swept over, smashing the magic sword in Tyrion's hand far away, and Glokush stepped forward and reached out to support the crumbling Tyrion.

The latter nodded at him, and reached out to take the flask from Grokush, which was filled with diluted dragon-king blood, and Tyrion drank it down, and the power of the dragon's blood began to spread through his body as if every vein had been ignited, slowly repairing his burned wounds.

And around, the Black Iron Dwarves watched this scene quietly, in their memory, this was probably the first time that the omnipotent Tyrion had shown such weakness, but when the heavy pressure in his bones was suddenly removed, every Black Iron Dwarf who felt true freedom did not step forward to disturb the recovery of the King of Dark Blades.

They were just quietly guarding their surroundings, like the king's most loyal guards.

Ten minutes later, Tyrion reopened his eyes, he patted the shoulder of Glokush, who was waiting beside him, and then moved his wrist out of the flame pit of the embers, and walked over to the apocalypse inserted in the magma, he crouched down and pulled the sword back out, feeling the low hum in the blade, he shook his head:

"If you don't obey again, I'll throw you into the realm of fire... You have felt the temperature of the Primordial Flame of Safras, and if I feel the need, I will mercilessly reshape you in the Primordial Flame, erasing all your will... Do you understand? ”

The blade hummed lowly, as if to express his uninhibited will, and Tyrion snorted coldly, inserting the sword back into its scabbard, and he whispered:

"You can take a gamble, Apocalypse, you can bet, I don't know the way to enter the realm of fire from the material world, but if you guess wrong, then all the consequences, at your own risk!"

Apocalypse's voice became deeper at this moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, this was the first time in his memory that Apocalypse had softened, and this might be a good start for him...

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the Black Iron Dwarves behind him, Hansel. Punch exchanged glances with the blacksmith, and finally, the dwarven death knight, who had not been very obedient to Tyrion, stepped forward and took out a quaint scroll from his back bag, and he knelt on one knee and held it high:

"What is this for? Hansel? ”

Instead of reaching for the scroll, Tyrion asked:

"What is this?"

"This is the most precious secret of the Thorium Brotherhood, my majesty, a blueprint of a legendary weapon, conceived by the original King of the Mountain, we have improved it, and only those who have defeated the King of Fire Demon are eligible to receive it."

Hansel said in a deep voice:

"And you have fulfilled your promise to us, and Black Iron has been blessed with the freedom that it has longed for for centuries... Your Majesty, as long as you wish, from today onwards, the Black Iron Clan of Thorin will always follow you! ”

"The curse of the Black Iron Dwarves has not been removed, Hansel, as long as Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons, still exists, your curse has only been temporarily alleviated, and if you want to be truly free, you must go to the realm of fire and kill Ragnaros, the king of the fire demons, once and for all... But, that's for later. ”

Tyrion reached out and took the quaint scroll in his hand, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"Bring your greatest and best iron felt to the heart of the molten fire, where a true heirloom weapon will be forged... And you, you, will be a part of it, as for this..."

Tyrion glanced at the scroll in his hand, his eyes narrowed:

"If you feel the need to... Then forge it too! As a gift to the hero who has truly defeated the Fire Demon King, I believe it will be a truly perfect gift. ”