The Twilight's Hammer, a secret organization born in the last few years.

In the dark world of Azeroth, Twilight's hammer is growing rapidly, and like a poorly managed and chaotic second-rate organization, it welcomes all those who come to them, no matter who you are, criminals, villains, or even the most scumbags.

No one knows where Twilight's Hammer headquarters are, no one knows who the leader of this organization is, they seem to be everywhere, they have their contacts everywhere in the chaos, these guys have apocalyptic warnings in their mouths, and they scare the honest people with pompous and illusory hell in order to spread their twisted beliefs, in short, this is a wicked organization.

And in one of the most chaotic areas of the Eastern Continent, the Blackstone Tower and the Blackstone Abyss, they are also indispensable, and the most terrible thing is that these cultists seem to have reached some strange agreement with the Black Iron Emperor Thorrison the Great, the emperor allows them to live in the Black Stone Abyss and preach, and according to some gossip legends, the reason why the Black Iron Dwarves were able to quickly re-summon the phantom of the Fire Demon King was because of the help of the Twilight Hammer.

Rumors can't be believed, but empty can't come to the wind, in short, the mysterious Twilight Hammer has become a new upstart force among the Black Iron Dwarves, and in the dark furnace city that oppresses the darkness, there are many Black Iron Dwarves every day, with one purpose or another, to join this terrible organization.

"Twilight's whispers ringed in the ears of every ignorant person, and if you sincerely gave everything to your unnamed master, you could share this gift with the rest of your brothers."

In a dark stone chamber in the Blackstone Abyss, the members of Twilight's Hammer gather to listen to a "sermon" from Twilight's envoy, Lady Gstahn, who speaks strange things in a mysterious and sneaky voice, and hides a hint of impatience beneath her pretentious voice.

The so-called Twilight envoy herself, 3 months ago, was one of the famous thieves leaders in the country of Alterac, at that time she commanded more than a dozen people under her command, and she was like a fish in water in the chaotic territory of the country of Alterac, and her life was not happy, but after the re-establishment of the Araso Empire, Countess Presto dedicated the entire kingdom to the imperial royal family as a direct royal lord, and the result was that Lothar commanded powerful knights, and in just one month, all the large and small thieves and bandit groups were exterminated.

Under the rule of the "Iron Fist" Emperor, Alterac quickly restored order, and Lady Gstahn had to flee her homeland in order to escape the call of the gallows, and by some coincidence, she joined the Twilight Hammer, but she did not regard this organization as the destiny of her life, and those who lived on the tip of the knife were always unwilling to be manipulated, and she had been trying to loot a fortune in the Dark Furnace City in the name of Twilight's Hammer.

"The curse of flesh and blood will be removed, and every brother who believes in his master will be promoted perfectly in the glory of twilight hour!"

Gstaon's sermon was finally over, and the act of reciting strange poems made her feel creepy at times, and worse still, after memorizing the poems, and occasionally falling asleep late at night, she could actually hear some sneaky whispers, which made Ms. Gstaon, who was notorious as an "Inquisitor", feel a kind of pressure, and she told herself that she could not stay in this place for long.

But what had to be done for now, the lady sighed, and walked among the believers with a priestly expression, and soon she saw a believer with his head bowed, sitting in the crowd, trembling, it should be a black iron dwarf, and it seemed to belong to the kind of person with a lot of status.

"Tell me, brother, did you hear that?"

The Twilight envoy crouched down beside the trembling dwarf and asked in her softest voice:

"Tell the others that you heard the master's voice! Tell them the gift of the whispering voice to you. ”

The trembling dwarf raised his head, but what met Gstahn's eyes was a pair of gray-white, emotionless eyes, and the former thief lady sensed the threat, she quickly stood up and tried to retreat, but it was too late, and the dead dwarf took a bottle filled with a green viscous liquid from his bosom, held it in his hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I hear you! From the voice of Your Majesty, Your Majesty has allowed me to be my envoy, so that I will inform you before the end of the world..."

"Bang"

The necromantic dwarf slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground, and the next moment, the rippling green liquid in the bottle was exposed to the air, and then swayed quickly, and at the moment when the green mist enveloped the entire room, the distorted voice of the necromantic dwarf also sounded in the ears of the desperate Gstaon:

"Your Majesty said... Hell, the gates of hell, are open! ”

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"Ahem"

In the military camp in the eastern district of Darkfurnace City, the Black Iron Defense General Angfu struggled to prop up his body with his long sword, staggering through the room full of green gas, he was a powerful warrior, so in this sudden outbreak of disaster, he held out longer than those soldiers, but this did not seem to be happiness.

It only meant that he had to endure more pain before he could die.

With a low, heavy breath, the devastating green plague surged wildly through his body, like swallowing a sharp knife, cutting through his internal organs and organs, making him weaker with each second.

Angfu climbed the stairs with difficulty, these green gases have their own weight, they have not escaped to higher levels, he sat on the safe steps, his eyes looked blankly at the barracks below, among the 700 elite soldiers, there were very few people who escaped, those painful corpses were lying on the ground, some people clasped their necks before dying, and some couldn't bear the pain, and chose to cut themselves off with weapons.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! The Lord of the Fire Demon is above..."

General Angfer's eyes were blank, the catastrophe came too quickly, without warning, the soldier who had infiltrated the barracks smashed the bottle in his hand when everyone was drunk, and in the scorching environment of the Dark Furnace City, the liquid evaporated at such a rapid speed that it was like a tide of fear before it could react.

General Angfu had never seen such a terrible poison gas, and the lethality it conferred was incredible...

"Your Majesty, I have to inform you, Your Majesty..."

The general, who was unusually loyal to the Black Iron Emperor Thorrisen, struggled to prop himself up and walked to the exit of the barracks, he picked up his long sword and slashed at the mechanism made of chains, and after the tight chains were cut, the door of the closed hall opened, and a scorching wind blew across his black cheeks, causing the gas-injured general to breathe familiar air again.

But before he could take another breath, a black battle axe smashed down on his head, and the black iron dwarf relied on his superb combat instinct to block the blow with great difficulty, but the terrifying power carried by the battle axe, like smashing a leather ball, threw his short body back fiercely.

"Bang"

The general slammed into the wall, then rolled to the ground in embarrassment, his weak body could no longer withstand the blow, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of blood mixed with green liquid spurted out.

Angfu looked up with difficulty, and saw a tall figure in black armor walking into the hall with a battle axe, those diffuse green mist wrapped around his body, but it seemed that there was no way to hurt him, it was an orc... A tall orc with green eyes, but the cold temperament wrapped around his body, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an ordinary orc.

"Bang"

Grokush's boots stepped on the Black Iron General's chest, and he looked at the dwarf condescendingly, there was no emotional beating in his eyes, only a touch of indifference shining:

"I'm sorry, but it's a personal vendetta."

Grokush spoke, and the next moment, under Angover's desperate gaze, the battle axe glowing with necromantic runes roared and slashed, accompanied by convulsive pain, and the tide of darkness in front of him completely overwhelmed the loyal black iron dwarf.

As if he had done something insignificant, the Death Lord reached out and wiped the blood from the blade of the tomahawk on Angover's corpse, and then looked left and right, there were no more living soldiers in this barracks.

"It's not a glorious process, but you, you, are the warriors we really need."

Glokush snorted, took out some materials from the backpack behind his back, and began to set up the conscription circle, the corpses killed by the plague were basically intact, so he eliminated the link of resting his body, and now what he had to do was to drag the souls of these black iron dwarves back from the abyss of hell.

Meanwhile, in the Darkfurnace City, full of wails and screams, Tyrion and Myra silently walked on the road to the throne room, and behind them, all areas with the military power of the Black Iron Dwarves had been filled with the plague created by Khadgar, and the frightened Black Iron civilians ran wildly on the roads of the Dark Furnace City, like a pack of panicked beasts.

Tyrion didn't go crazy to sprinkle the plague on the civilian area, because the civilians weren't the warriors he needed, and the vast forging equipment of the Darkforge needed some living people to maintain, and most importantly, after the Thor Silver Brotherhood took over the Darkforge, these black iron civilians would become his "people".

In the Creed of the Knights of the Darkblade, life and death are a complete cycle, and Tyrion, as the leader, is not willing to take the initiative to break it.

"Glokush went to the Eastern Barracks, Lumi went to the Western Barracks, and soon, we will have a dwarven legion."

Myra whispered to Tyrion:

"The Thorsilver Brotherhood has set up a containment site in the Black Iron Bar, and they have promised us that they will weed out the faithful followers of the Firelord and leave only the unfaithless Black Iron Dwarves, but I'm curious what will happen to the civilians who are eliminated?"

A hint of coldness flashed in the Blood Lord's blood-red eyes:

"Do you want to kill them all?"

"That's a waste, Myra."

Tyrion shook his head, and with a scrutinizing gaze he looked at the path to the throne room, a bridge built on scorching lava, and in the center of the bridge, there was an ancient forge that was said to be the treasure of the Black Iron Dwarves, and where many famous armor and weapons were made.

And when the two of them approached the forging platform, the magic of protection was activated, and a huge, irascible fire elemental appeared in front of the two of them, but before the servant of the Fire Demon King shouted any slogan, Tyrion waved his hand, and the heavy and hideous wind impact, with extreme cold, smashed on the fire elemental in front of him in a stormy manner.

That irresistible force forcibly extinguished the burning body of the fire elemental, and it let out a wail, and the fiery red body was frozen in ice, like a work of art full of contradictions.

"The Dark Blade needs to grow, we need more and more soldiers, armor, weapons, more advanced modes of warfare, all of which require enough steel to make it happen, and Blackstone Mountain is a very rich mineral source... Throw all those fanatics into the mines. ”

The King of the Dark Blades waved his hand, and he said casually:

"Labor to death, or give up their faith, but maybe the faith of the Fire Demon King can give them the possibility of "redemption" in extreme pain, hehe, anyway, I look forward to seeing that scene. ”

Myra shrugged:

"But the character of the Black Iron Dwarves determines that they will not be good slaves..."

This sentence made Tyrion turn his head in confusion, and he looked at Myra:

"Wait, in your mind, are there any slaves who are disobedient?"

Myra was dumbfounded by this rhetorical question, but he understood what Tyrion meant... His cousin had been immersed in the darkness for too long, and when Aurelia wasn't around, his ruthless side would always be clear.

"Bang"

In front of the two of them, a closed door was frantically pushed open, and the bloodied inquisitor Gstaon crawled out of the green mist hell with difficulty, she let out a night owl-like laugh, she turned over with difficulty, lay on the ground and breathed heavily, but when she turned her head, she saw Tyrion standing beside her, looking at her calmly.

The King of the Blades crouched down, reached out and stroked Gstaon's pale, anguished his face, and removed the emblem representing the Twilight Hammer from her neck, Tyrion shook his head, and said to Myra behind her:

"You see, Twilight's hammer has taken root here, and the city is hopeless..."

As he spoke, his fingers caressed Gstahn's neck, and the chill of death made the inquisitor's whole body tremble, and she begged for mercy with difficulty:

"Nope! Please, let me go! Please..."

"Why refuse?"

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of Tyryon's mouth, and he whispered in the Inquisitor's ear:

"Isn't this the end you've been waiting for? The twilight judgment you want, don't worry... Little by little, I'll do it for you, and now, get on your way, Twilighthammer madman. ”

"Click"