"I thought you were going to kill them mercilessly and force them to serve us."

Myra stood behind Tyrion and watched the silent Black Iron Dwarf disappear into the excavation site, and he whispered playfully:

"So my cousin, do you occasionally show kindness?"

"It's not up to me to decide whether to kill or not, Myra, you see, if a whole wants to expand, it must have a flexible creator to join it."

Tyrion said:

"Necromancy, Necronomicon is brave enough, strong in execution, and unafraid of opponents, but we also have shortcomings that cannot be concealed, we are not good at thinking beyond the boundaries, and only living craftsmen can meet this, and the dwarven forgers of the Thoraylin Brotherhood, including the stonemasons of the Brotherhood of Defia, are very suitable members for this role."

"At least in this respect, the living have an advantage over the undead, and if something has a visible advantage, why should we use it unreasonably?"

Tyrion looked at his brother and asked:

"We can't let the precious high-ranking knights pick up the forged sledgehammer, we always need some sharp-thinking creatures, you know? For those valuable technical talents, you should pay special attention in the future conquests. ”

"For example?"

Myra asked, and Tyrion shrugged:

"The finest engineer Gerbin. Mecatok, the best blacksmith Magni. Brass Beard, and Quel'Salas's highly regarded enchanters, and even excellent cooks and acolytes... We always have to provide a good living environment for those who serve us. ”

"I've heard that the Black Iron Emperor Thoresen is also a very famous blacksmith."

Myla. Dawnblade frowned and asked:

"Then are we going to avoid the palace of Darkfurnace City in this plague launch?"

"Well, don't call it 'plague', I hate that word. ”

Tyrion waved his hand:

"As for Thorrisson, he believes in his gods in his heart, he's a fanatic, and I hate fanatics. He's not the best either, and since we already have a better option, why would we choose a second-rate one? ”

"Understood."

Myra nodded, and behind him, the slain Black Iron Dwarves came back to life one by one, while the Death Knights split the green viscous liquid into vials and handed them to each of the resurrected dwarves.

On the other side, in the Scorching Gorge, a barren land that had also been scorched by the power of the Fire Demon King, in the remote Thorium Sentry, the headquarters of the Thorsilver Brotherhood, the returned Death Knight Hansel. Heavy punches received a "warm" welcome.

"Lay down your arms! Damn it! ”

Lolore, the scout captain of the Thurium Brotherhood, held a modified dwarven musket in his hand, and angrily commanded the other dwarves to see how Hansel was abnormal. Surrounded by heavy fists, Lolol shouted:

"Hansel, what the hell is going on with you? Speak! Speak up! ”

"Bang"

The war hammer in Hansel's hand was tossed aside in the face of a dozen muskets surrounding him, the dwarf had just been resurrected, and his mind was still immersed in a kind of entanglement between life and death, his own consciousness was not very clear, but the words that Tyrion had told him before leaving were firmly in his heart.

"I'm dead... But it doesn't matter, I'm going to see the big foreman and the big blacksmith, now! Right away! ”

The energy of death flowed in Hansel's body, and the kind of senses completely different from those of the living forced the black iron dwarf to go crazy, he breathed desperately, but although the organs that had lost their function could still move, with each breath, there was no longer the feeling of being closely connected to life, the heart was no longer beating, but the blood was still flowing in the veins under the action of some mysterious force.

His sense of energy seemed to be intended, while the touch of his fingertips was weakened, and most importantly the sense of taste was completely gone, and while waiting for the arrival of the Great Blacksmith and High Lord of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel sat down on the ground, opened a barrel of dwarven ale, and frantically lifted the barrel and poured it into his mouth, but the taste, the taste of the dwarves' favorite wine, was gone, and was replaced by a senseless perception that seemed to be cold running water.

The torment of not being able to drink wine anymore made him almost insane.

"Ahh

Hansel roared and smashed the barrel to the ground, spilling the wine everywhere, his eyes turning red, and even after death, anger did not disappear from his body, but found a new way to vent.

"Why hasn't he come yet? Where's Born Knight? Let them come to me! ”

Hansel grabbed his hammer, the death energy in his body was uncontrollably wrapped around the weapon, an icy aura enveloped the newborn death knight, making him look very dangerous, and the Black Iron Dwarven Musketeers who were guarding him looked at each other, before he died, Hansel was also a high-ranking member of the Brotherhood, and no one dared to do anything to him.

And in the roar of the heavy fist, after receiving the news, the great foreman of Thorsilver and the great blacksmith Born Knight, who had hurried over, ran to Hansel's eyes, and they looked at the monster in front of them whose whole body was wrapped in a cold storm, and the great lord shouted astringently:

"My brother, what's wrong?"

"Bang"

A small bag containing the curse code was thrown at Orphest's feet, and Hansel. Punching at the person he wanted to see, his angry emotions calmed down strangely, and his gray eyes like slag stared at the two people in front of him, and he said dryly:

"The Necrons are going to take action against the Darkhearth, and only the Black Iron Dwarves who are willing to follow the Thyrin Brotherhood will survive, and they say they will give us freedom at the cost of serving them in the future."

"Who? Who said to give us freedom? ”

The eyes of the great blacksmith Born Knight widened, and he looked at his former brother, and he cried out in a loud voice:

"Take me! Hansel, I'm going to turn them down, we don't need this freedom to be handed! ”

This sentence darkened the Death Knight's expression, and he said in a hollow voice:

"Look at me, brother! Here's the answer... We can't refuse the freedom they give, otherwise, I am now the answer. ”

"Bastard!"

The Black Iron Dwarves were a bunch of irascible fellows, and seeing that their brothers were threatened, the foreman Opepest grabbed the hammer and walked to Hansel's side, he grabbed Hansel's wrist and shouted:

"No one can force the Black Iron Dwarves! They won't get their way, trust me, Hansel, we'll find..."

"Bang"

Before Orphest could finish his sentence, the heavy hammer smashed on his head, and the big foreman's eyes were full of disbelief, but the smashed head was covered with blood, and he collapsed at Hansel's feet, and those eyes were full of questions, as if to ask Hansel, why did he do this?

Hansel's eyes were full of pain, but the killing eased his anger, and under the watchful eyes of the members of the Thor Silver Brotherhood, Hansel raised his hammer and aimed it at them, and above the sky of the Scorching Canyon, the ravens of the Screamer Legion from the distant land of the Damned had taken control of the sky.

"I said, we give freedom... You guys, you can't refuse! ”

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"Don't you have anything to say to me? Reed. ”

Grokush stood at the entrance to the upper level of the Blackstone Tower, which is a secret tunnel, because of the poor relationship with the Black Iron Dwarves who live in the Blackstone Abyss, and there will be conflicts from time to time, so the Blackstone Orcs who are stuck in the Blackstone Tower have blown up the entrance to the Blackstone Tower, leaving only a secret passage that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and now, the orcs loyal to the Black Hand Chieftain are firmly guarding both sides of the secret passage to ensure that this conversation will not be discovered by others.

Standing in front of Glokush was his son Red. The Black Hand has become more mature and gloomy, externally, he is the nominal Grand Chief of the Orthodox Tribe, commanding the two orc clans of Blackstone and Fire Seal in the Blackstone Tower, as well as the Burning Thorn Troll Clan that was conquered years ago, he is a ruthless leader, but it is also he who twists the three clans together to confront the powerful Black Iron Dwarves head-on.

It is said that the gloomy chief is secretly plotting some conspiracies, as can be seen from the fact that the Blackstone clan began to cultivate black dragon eggs a few years ago, this chief must have reached some agreement with the mysterious black dragon, and also specially divided an area in the black stone tower for the black dragons to live.

However, when facing his father, the always cruel and resolute Red. The black hand was still like the young man a few years ago, in the face of Glokush's questioning, Red lowered his head guiltily, he half-knelt in front of his father, and said in repentance:

"I failed you, father, for failing to take care of Maim... When those dwarves, those damned black iron dwarves snuck up on us, Mahima... He was seriously injured. ”

"Seriously injured?"

A chill flashed in the old orc's eyes, as Luminas once said, for the dead, their feelings are very persistent and stubborn, and for Glokush, in addition to dedicating all his power to the Dark Blade, his only remaining emotion is a trace of kindness to his son and to the orcs.

These emotions sustained him and were an important pillar of his soul after death, so after hearing that his son was seriously injured, Glokush's voice became much harsher.

"Who hurt him?"

"General of the Black Iron Dwarves, Angover, that scumbag bastard."

Red gritted his teeth and said, "He provoked the conflict between the Blackstone Clan and the Fireseal Clan, as well as those stupid ogres, when the Blackstone Tower was in chaos, and when I arrived with the dragon, Maim... Mehm, he's..."

"Dragons?"

Glokush's expression became subtle: "So, you really cooperated with the Black Dragons?" ”

"Father, I..."

Red tried to explain something, but was interrupted by a wave of Grockush:

"I don't want to listen to the details, I don't care about the details, I just ask you, is it too late to withdraw now?"

Red hurriedly stood up, from his father's words, he tasted a trace of bad taste, as the Great Chief, in the past few years, he has been getting along with many forces and deceitful people, and he is no longer a simple orc, he asked tentatively:

"Father, the forces to which you are loyal to..."

Glancing at his son, Glokush whispered:

"Your Majesty's eyes have been fixed on the Black Rock Mountain, and soon, this place will become a hell for the living, and I have come to give you an ultimatum, Red, my son, to leave here with the Black Stone Orcs who are loyal to you, this is the last power I can win for you!"

"You told me to run away without a fight?"

There was a hint of stubbornness in Red's tone, he took a step back, looking at his father, whose face was no longer the same, the orc in front of him was another body, an orc he had never seen, although the inner soul was his father.

"I've been ruling my tribe the way you've taught, I've always followed your example, but now, you've made me leave my subjects behind and flee without a fight? No, I can't say yes. ”

"So, you're going to stand across from me?"

Glokush calmly asked, "Red, you're going to challenge me?" You're going to challenge the Dark Blade? ”

"I just... You just can't just leave! That's all! ”

Red clenched the weapon behind his back, and he said astringently, "I have my responsibility, I have my mission!" Nefarian promised me..."

"The Black Dragon Prince himself is in a state of flux, and you still care about the future he promised?"

The old orc sneered, and his green eyes darkened:

"I might as well say it straight, Red, the Black Dragon Prince will soon usher in his own end, and fall into hell with all his ambitions and delusions, and I won't let you escape, listen to me, Red. Black Hand Chieftain, I'm just letting you return to your homeland with your own people... Draenor, that world is not collapsing as we expected, on the contrary, it is recovering little by little, you can go back there, the Nagrand savannah is enough to accommodate the Blackstone tribe to continue to exist. ”

"The strife of this world will be settled by my own hands, and you... You have to give everything you have for the continuation of the Blackstone Clan! Including Maim, in Draenau, he can get the best treatment! ”

"That's... What about the Fire Seal Clan? What about the Thorn Trolls? They are my people, too! ”

Reed. The Black Hand roared to:

"They owe allegiance to me!"

Glokush didn't answer again, he looked at his son, and slowly retreated into the shadows behind him:

"It's good, you've finally grown up... So, prepare ourselves for war, Black Hand Chieftain, and the next time we meet, we will be enemies. ”