"Dad, Dad, look!"

When Tyrion, who was still a little tired, returned to Darkfora, the excited Dornan rushed into his arms like a cannonball, and then hung on him like a sloth, and the little girl was very excited, she grabbed her father's hair and showed him the "new friend" she had found.

Tyrion patted his daughter on the head, trying to calm her down, but when he turned back to look behind Dornan, his eyes widened.

On the cold stone floor forged by the Black Iron Dwarves, a small orange creature was staggering forward, only the size of Tyrion's fist, but covered in orange, warm flames, and the shape of the gadget was almost exactly the same as the Firelord he had just defeated.

Even the fierce flame hammer in his hand, covered with golden runes, seemed to have been shrunk by more than ten times, vivid.

This little thing crawling on the ground is a tenfold smaller version of the Fire Demon King, but it is also an out-and-out elemental creature, and it seems to have its own wisdom.

"What is this?"

Tyrion put Dernan down, and the little girl walked over and took the little Flame King in her hand, as if she were holding Mr. Bigworth on a daily basis, and tossed it in her hand.

"That's what I found in that egg. ”

Dornan handed the little Flame King to Tyrion with both hands, the King of the Dark Blades rarely hesitated, but finally reached out to take it, and the little Flame King seemed to hate Tyrion, when it came into contact with Tyrion's fingers, it let out a childish roar, and between the flames of the whole body, the small war hammer slammed into Tyrion's fingertips.

A heavy spark burst out in the hands of the King of the Dark Blades, but it didn't hurt him, the newly-born elemental creature was still very weak, and the power it burst out at the moment was, in Tyrion's opinion, a small light bulb at best.

But this act proves that the little creature has a wit of his own, just as Kromog was born from the corpse of Grond, and that he is naturally intelligent, which is enough to prove the talent of this thing.

"Take me to see... That "egg"? ”

Tyrion returned the irascible fire element to Dornan, and the little girl put the unruly fire element on her shoulder, and then trotted all the way to take her father to see her collection.

"Sure enough..."

When he saw the illusion of power that belonged to Ragnaros, but was now completely shattered and turned cold, the King of the Dark Blades proved his guess.

The fist-sized flame core in front of him is the core of the power illusion of the Fire Demon King, although it was rudely shattered by Kromog, but the internal power did not completely escape with the shattering of the power illusion, and without knowing what Dornan had done, it once again triggered the power inside it, thus reforming a "newborn" power illusion.

But because the elemental rift leading to the realm of fire was sealed, Ragnaros himself was unable to remotely control this new power illusion, and after this series of things intertwined, this strange thing was formed in front of him.

It inherited some of the power of the Fire Demon King, but it didn't have the mind of Ragnaros, like an ignorant child, and only instinctively got close to the first creature he saw after his birth... Dornan, there is no doubt that in this case, this genius shaman little girl, has her own second elemental companion.

But exactly, this may not be a good thing.

"It's dangerous, Dornan, and no one knows if the Lord of the Fire Demon will regain control of it as it grows."

Tyrion patted his daughter's hair and said to her:

"So you'd better throw it away now, or give it to any shaman who is interested in it."

"But little rag is cute..."

Dornan held this warm flame element in both hands, the flame element leaned on Dornan's palm, and he also threw down the war hammer a little lazily, becoming drowsy, and the little girl stared at her father with big eyes a little unbearable:

"I'll take care of it, I'll take care of myself, I swear, so, can I keep it?"

Looking at the sparkle in his daughter's eyes, Tyrion's cold will told him that it was not a good idea, but when he said it, it became a different taste:

"Then bring it back to Draenor first, and let both Akama and Nobalton see it, and if they think it's harmless, I'll allow you to sign an elemental contract with it... If it's harmful, you have to get rid of it, understand? ”

"Yay!"

Dornan waved his arms and shouted:

"Then I'll go back to Draenor now, don't worry about me, Dad, Crowe will send me back safely, it's powerful! It's like you and mom used to say, it proves that it's a good fighter! ”

"Oh, yes, Dad, there's another thing in that egg, and I'll put it on the table."

Dornan quickly sank to the ground under the force of the earth, and before leaving, she shouted at Tyrion before disappearing completely.

The King of the Blades turned around and walked to the table, where he saw a wooden box, and when it was opened, a round, glowing, eyeball-like fiery gem was placed in it, unpolished, but its natural appearance alone was enough to drive any woman in the world crazy.

And Tyrion, he knows exactly what this thing is...

"Dornan, my amazing daughter, what else can't you do?"

Tyrion picked it up and looked at it in front of him, inside this flame gem, in the glow of light, it seemed that another fire source realm existed in it, but it was just an illusion, this thing was another derivative of the power illusion of the Fire Demon King, representing the essence of the power of the flames... It's called the Eye of Safras, and it's a rare magical artifact in the world.

Dalaran's ** masters were probably willing to trade a quarter of a city for it, but Tyrion knew very well where this thing would really work its best, and if he remembered correctly, the left and right halves of the Wind Chaser's skull were in Vanessa and Dornan's hands, although the two children probably didn't understand what the two orange stones meant.

"But... The Hand of the Flame Demon, the Wind Chaser... Alas, it can be regarded as a "dream come true" in another sense. ”

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Everyone in the world has wishes, strong desires, strong desires, which support a full soul.

Even though the soul's thirst for emotions and feelings is greatly weakened after death, as if it becomes more pure, if it can be supported by a strong desire, then the soul after death can return to the world like a living person, and even become more pure.

The body is just a container that carries the soul, and as long as the purity of the soul is recognized, then the difference between life and death is just a different container.

"Bang"

The heavy forging hammer smashed the iron felt, and the fixed weapon embryo sparked in the orange light, and then another hammer fell, making the embryo thinner and tougher, and in tens of millions of beatings, the impurities in the blank were removed, and the steel itself that had been hammered would become a real weapon, a sharp, bloody weapon.

The process of forging is a philosophical one, at least in Tyrion's opinion.

The furnace and the forging hammer are like all kinds of difficulties and pressures that exist in life or the world, and the steel that is placed in them is like life itself, if it can withstand this terrible tempering, sharpen itself in the most painful time, and wash away the impurities, then life will reappear in a higher form and exude its own light.

But if you can't bear it, then you can only end up melting in endless hardship and becoming a "failure" in the mouth of others.

Failure is not worth saving.

"Bang"

The forged weapon blanks looked up and down under the critical scrutiny of the skilled blacksmith, and finally, after a sigh, the delicate weapon blanks were tossed into the scrap heap on the side, and between the mountains of steel blanks were hundreds of "inferior goods" that had not been selected.

But after a few minutes, the gentle longsword was re-grasped by the black-gloved hand, and Tyrion looked at the prototype of the longsword in front of him, and after a moment, he let out a sigh of emotion.

"It's a perfect forging process... It has a talent for being a sophisticated weapon, so why throw it away so casually? ”

"Because it's scrap!"

The short figure standing in front of the fiery forge paid no attention to the arrival of the King of the Dark Blades, and replied disdainfully in a dry, hoarse voice:

"Without the waste of the soul, there is no value in existence, just like you."

"But I don't think so."

Tyrion casually inserted the blank of this weapon back into the "sword mound", he waved his hand, and followed the high-level knights behind him silently stepped forward, and after more than ten seconds, the blanks of those weapons that were thrown away were recycled, and they will be sent to Darkforge City, handed over to the blacksmiths for further processing, and then distributed to the high-level knights on the front line as high-level military supplies.

Although in the eyes of the top blacksmith in front of him, these weapon embryos are all scraps, but to be honest, any of these embryos can be sold for a large price in the black market of Dark Furnace City, because in the eyes of ordinary forgers, these blanks are supreme products, and at least with a little modification, they can become the most sophisticated weapons.

"Do you know that the weapon embryo you created casually is regarded as a masterpiece in the Dark Furnace City, and is sought after by countless people, even in my legion, those high-level knights also regard having such a weapon as an honor, and the feelings of the undead are somewhat strange, I hope you can understand that for warriors, a good weapon can indeed be called a status symbol."

As Tyrion approached the scorching forge area, he looked at the dwarf sitting cross-legged in front of the forge, gulping the strongest blood wine, and he received no response, except for a mocking laugh of disdain.

The two men maintained this eerie silence until several minutes later, when Tyrion placed a box on the cold iron felt, and he whispered:

"Magni, I know that you have a lot of complaints about me, for the things I have done, for yourself, for the world, I know very well how painful it is for the soulless to be undead, and to get rid of this pain, you have to find the meaning of your own existence."

"If you don't have one, then let me give you one."

The King of the Blades took a step back, letting himself disappear into the darkness, and he whispered:

"I need a weapon, a deadly weapon born in the dark, its appearance will represent the power of the Shadow at my disposal, it will become a new symbol of the Lord of the Dark Blade, it will completely change the fate of this world in my hands, the demons are coming... Magni, you'll see them soon, they're not like me, they don't have feelings for the world. ”

"Pure killing and destruction, instead of transforming it with some noble purpose, that would be a disaster for this world, and in the face of them, the apocalypse alone is not enough, you have seen the magic blade, you have felt its power with your own hands, but that power is given by the devil, I can't defeat them with demonic weapons... I need a new weapon. ”

"I need a weapon that will make the demons flee in fear... I need it, and in this world, probably only you, can make it for me. ”

"Do you think I'm going to do that?"

Magni. Copperbeard, the dead Copperbeard King, the best and top master of Azeroth's best and top foundry, responded coldly:

"Do you think I'm going to help a tyrant destroy the whole world? You should be dreaming, because what you're saying is nonsense... Dream talk. ”

"Whatever you want, Magni, whatever you want."

Tyrion shook his head and turned away from the dark forge, shaking his hand as if in farewell:

"I've given you the most important raw material, and if you don't want to, you can throw it away, but you and I both know very well that you were once a king, and you have a more ambitious worldview than the commoners, and you can't fool yourself... You know that what I do is necessary, and you know very clearly that my existence is necessary. ”

"And my cause is just... You'll eventually join in, especially when you've seen with your own eyes the real threat to the world, what are you going to do against me? Magni, you are not a pure villain, you can't be a villain, the righteousness you insist on and the path I take will eventually come to the same point, in the end, you and I are no different. ”

"Can you fool yourself? You don't need to answer me, answer yourself. ”

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to the day I get my new weapon... By the way, I gave it a name... The Ember Bringer, bringing the flames of death to Azeroth and the Supreme Blade of the Perfect New Age in the embers, it's great, right? ”