"Ella and the crow did a great job."

Tyrion crushed the communication crystal in his hand and said to the Lords of Death who followed him:

"The Brotherhood of Defia has begun to fight back, and Van Cleef has nimbly used the tactics he learned as a soldier to bypass the Wild West and cause a disturbance in the Elwyn Forest, which is good, the eyes of the entire kingdom are drawn to this rebellion, and we will have plenty of time to settle the trouble at hand."

"I'd rather run over it all the way."

Luminas, riding on a skeletal warhorse, said dissatisfied:

"We have that strength at all, and we don't need to sneak around at all."

What a genius idea. ”

Celent retorted, "Then tell me, what position are you going to use to crush Viren and those Draenei?" Don't forget, they're living in the Red Ridge Mountains right now, the human defenders aren't worth mentioning, and the Draenei are the real trouble! ”

"They don't dare to fight us at all!"

After being provoked, Luminas pointed to Celent's nose and said:

"There's a lot of Draenei out there, unless Viren doesn't want their lives!"

"Coercion?"

The silent orc Glorkush said disdainfully:

"That's not the way to win, we have a deal with the Draenei, and I'd rather defeat them with dignity."

"Stop arguing!"

Tyrion waved his hand in disgust, and it was only then for the Lords of Death behind him to stop arguing, and he steered the skeleton steed onto the familiar dark red land, looking at the barren plain in front of him, and the black tower that sits at the end of the plain, spreading the mountain range, his ice-blue gaze is on the tower, as if looking at the next opponent.

"The Blackstone Tower, compared to the weak Stormwind City, this is the problem I want to solve as soon as possible, and it can provide us with many, many excellent "materials", a skilled army of forgers, a brave Death Knights, and the air power I need the most, a complete army of bone dragons... It's a treasure trove, and I'd love to get it. ”

Tyrion grabbed the reins and glanced back at the old orc Death Knight:

"That's what I promised you, Glokush... Your sons, your family, your people, they've lived in a strange world for too long... They are already lost, and it's time for them to "go home". ”

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Hansel. Heavy Punch, the Black Iron Dwarf who once had a relationship with Tyrion, he walked irritably in the Dark Furnace City of the Black Stone Abyss below the Black Stone Tower, and the Black Iron Forge Master looked at the "compatriots" with disgust, who hid in the shadows of the flames, whispering about the greatness of the Fire Demon King.

This made Hansel feel depressed.

As a free-spirited dwarf, he would never admit that a disgusting elemental summoned from the Otherworld would be the "god" that dominates the Black Iron Dwarves, despite the cursed fiery blood that flows through his body.

"That's a mistake that's been going on for more than 200 years!"

Hansel spat at his fellow flame worshippers and cursed viciously:

"It's going to be completely corrected soon!"

Hansel. Heavy Punch is a member of the Thorsilver Brotherhood, this organization appeared 200 years ago, when the Black Iron Dwarves were just enslaved by the Fire Demon King, they have been committed to freeing the entire Black Iron Clan from the influence of the Fire Demon King, but that kind of cursed bloodline, so that the cunning Black Iron can never completely get rid of the worship of the Fire Demon King, so the Thursilver Brotherhood has slowly declined in the blow after blow.

A few years ago, the desperate orcs had banished the Phantom of the Fire Demon King from this world, much to the delight of the members of the Thorsilver Brotherhood, but the happiness was always short-lived, and less than 3 months later, the Black Iron Dwarves who worshiped the Fire Demon King were once again summoned back to this world under the leadership of Emperor Thorrison.

Although it was only a phantom, because of the blood flowing in the body, the Black Iron Dwarves were still unable to fight against it, so the entire turbulent Black Iron Society once again returned to the confinement of the Fire Demon King, but it was not without good news.

During that short 3 months of freedom, the Thor Silver Brotherhood had absorbed many new members, and in the midst of the turmoil, it had finally extended its influence to the Darkforge once again, and at this time, Hansel had to go to the location of the secret junction to talk to the new brothers.

The Black Iron Bar, that's the joint.

Although this bar is in the Dark Furnace City, it is not controlled by the Black Iron Dwarves, the owner behind it is very mysterious, it is said that he has reached some agreement with the Black Iron Emperor, in short, although many of the guests of this bar are Black Iron Dwarves, but among the Dwarves, there are also mixed forces hidden in the shadows of various parties, the League of Assassins, Warlocks, the Black Stone Orcs who have a tense relationship with the Dwarves, and some believers in the Voodoo cult, as well as some fugitive refugees.

Well, it's like the recent disaster in Nomorigen that has made the number of gnomes in the bar a lot bigger.

In short, it was a chaotic place, lacking order, but it was also a place for a lot of secret exchanges, and Hansel didn't need to worry about his organization being destroyed by the Black Iron Emperor.

But today, Hansel sat in his chair, had already drunk 4 glasses of spirits, and still did not wait for someone to come to him, which made him feel the slightest bit wrong, and just as Hansel was about to leave, an orc who had never met sat across from him.

"Hey, we're not friends! If you're not going to invite me to a drink, get out of here! ”

Hansel scolded mercilessly, but the green-eyed old orc did not leave, and even ignored him, this contemptuous attitude made Hansel angry, he picked up the war hammer in his hand, stood up, and was about to teach this uninvited fellow a lesson, but the old orc who raised his glass just glanced at him, and a cold touch that he had never felt before, like an invisible storm, made Hansel stand still.

"This is a ruthless character, a guy who can't be messed with."

The dwarf gritted his teeth and took a step back, he planned to admit it and leave, not because the dwarf was afraid of him, but mainly because Hansel's status was special, and if he got into trouble, it would have a very bad effect on the entire Thursilver brothers.

"We're not friends, that's right."

Grokush poured a sip of wine like drinking water, after the dragon's blood activated the body, as long as he was unwilling, the death energy in the body would not be exposed, and the skin and eyes of the spark made him look like a living orc, but the habits of the death knight did not change, and he said to the dwarf in front of him in a hoarse and empty voice:

"It's just that I'm here on behalf of a friend of yours."

"I don't have friends like rats."

Hansel bared his teeth and turned to leave, and at that moment, the old orc reached out and flicked something for him, and the black iron dwarf turned around and grabbed the thing in his hand, it was a rough stone, it didn't look special, but it made Hansel's eyes narrow at this moment, he recognized this stone, he had missed these precious stones five years ago.

"He's waiting for you at the excavation site outside the Darkhearth, don't keep him waiting, dwarf."

Grokush stood up, looked left and right, turned and walked to the exit of the bar, he had come to meet his two sons, and as for the conversation with the Black Iron Dwarf, it was just a stopover.

After the departure of Glokush, Hansel. Rubbing the sweat from his forehead, he carefully turned over the stone in his hand and looked at it over and over, after confirming that it was the stone that the Blood Demon used to expel the Fire Demon King, a glimmer of light flashed in his dark blood-like eyes, like a greedy man who embraced wealth, Hansel put the stone in his personal pocket, and then left the noisy bar with the warhammer on his shoulder.

Twenty minutes later, Hansel's figure sneaked up on the excavation site outside the Darkhearth, a large stone quarry where many dwarves resentful of Thorrison's rule and laborers captured by the Black Iron Slavers were exiled to mine enough stone for the Black Iron Kingdom to build a more magnificent city.

It used to be noisy, full of brawls and skirmishes, but today, it's quiet, eerie quiet, the dwarf carefully holding the hammer and walking through the excavation site, he can see the remaining blood everywhere, but here's the problem, along with the cruel overseers, they're all gone...

"You're late, friend."

A cold voice rang out behind Hansel, sending the dwarf's hair to stand on end, and he turned around with his hammer in his hand to see a High Elf in dark red robes, looking at him with his blood-red eyes.

"Who are you? I don't know you! ”

Hansel shouted, and the Blood Lord shrugged, ignoring the dwarf's hostility, and whispered with a hint of arrogance:

"You don't need to know me, and I'm not interested in knowing you, come with me now, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

"Your Majesty?"

Hansel looked suspiciously at the High Elf walking away in front of him, and he touched his red beard:

"When did I have a friend of the king?"

He followed quickly on his short legs, and at the edge of the quarry, a makeshift necromantic circle was in operation, the lifeless bodies shrouded in the light of necromantic magic, the dark and cold energy wrapped around the corpses, the purple light and the pulsing halo made Hansel feel as if he had stepped into a cult scene.

But soon, he saw a familiar figure, Tyrion standing on a high platform with his back to him, watching the scene of the necromantic transformation below, and behind him, a number of silent tall knights, carefully transporting some strange jars, which were wafting a suspicious, green viscous liquid.

"Hansel. Punch, five years ago, I told you that the next time we meet again, I will give you what you need most, and now I am here to fulfill my promise. ”

Tyrion turned around and looked at the black iron dwarf behind him with an ice-blue gaze, compared to the sharp death knight five years ago, Tyrion was not wrapped in that heavy suffocating cold, but where he stood, the heavy shadow followed him, and his whole person looked like he was surrounded by darkness, like a war knife hidden in the darkness, although it did not show its edge, it made people feel more frightened.

Hansel didn't know what expression to use to respond to this heavy "kindness", but the good news was that Tyrion didn't need him to answer, the King of the Dark Blades shook his hand, and the remaining two stones of the cursed code were magically suspended in front of Hansel's eyes by Myra, and seeing that the longed-for treasure was right in front of him, Hansel's throat shook, and he reached out and grabbed the two rough stones in his hands.

His breathing became heavy, and he had seen the damaging power of the curse code on the Fire Demon King, and the dwarf gritted his teeth and said:

"What do I have to give?"

"Clever!"

Tyrion applauded, and the next moment, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of the Blood Lord's mouth, and as the energy of drawing blood was aroused, Hansel felt that the blood in his whole body was like boiling, vibrating in his veins, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of burning blood spurted out, and under the control of the Blood Lord, the blood gathered in the air into a sharp sword, and in a flash of light, pierced Hansel's heart.

The dwarf let out a cry of pain, his body slumped to the ground, blood spurting frantically from the wounds, Tyrion's calm gaze met his angry eyes, and the King of the Blades whispered:

"Of all the treasures in your collection, I only need one... Your life is the security of the alliance between the Knights of the Darkblade and the Thorium Brotherhood. Sacrifice, sacrifice is the basis of cooperation, and for what I have to do next, the Thor Silver Brotherhood can be of great help. ”

"I will give you the freedom you desire, and in return, you deserve to serve me."

After Hansel's last breath of difficulty, Myra stepped forward and began to preside over Hansel's transformation herself, and behind him, Tyrion looked at the entrance to the Dark Furnace City in the distance, and he whispered:

"How are we going to break down a city that is closed underground?"

"It's like killing a nuisance bug in a cage, all you need is some extremely volatile deadly liquid... Well, let's hope these things made by Khadgar can meet our needs for expansion. ”