Azeroth’s Death Track

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Northrend, Borean Tundra, Dwarf City Mithril Fort.

This underground city is a bit deserted compared to when Zhou Zhuo, a pandaren scholar, came here to stay temporarily. Although the big calciner is still full of people and the business district looks quite lively, it is empty in other parts of the city. There have been a lot more rooms, and the goblins who bought some real estate waiting for promotion from the venture capital have also abolished the branch here.

Many copper-beard dwarves went back to Kazmodan, they missed their hometown, the ice and snow of Dumoro, or their loved ones who still live there. The dwarves are very old creatures. Their departure also made Mithril Fort lost The vitality of the past.

But this did not cause any trouble to the city managers. In fact, according to the investigation of Queen Moira, the sudden "baby boom" that has swept the entire Azeroth in the past few years has also affected the dwarves. In a few years, when the babies born in these years grow up, Mithril Fort will become lively again.

And most importantly, the dwarves born in Mithril Fort will no longer miss Damoro like their ancestors.

The political virtuosity of King Moira has always been very clear. Only these new generations that are gradually growing up are her hope to unite the six dwarf clans, and the dwarves are long-lived species for more than ten years or even decades. The time is not a big deal for them.

At this time, in the quietest throne room in Mithril Fort, Queen Moira was holding a dwarf history picture book, reading an old story to her son lying in the cradle, guarding the surrounding royal servants and The maids did not dare to make any sound. Only when she was with her son, Queen Moira was like a real woman, and once she started to deal with government affairs, she was like her father and grandfather.

The kingly temperament of the copper beard family shines dazzlingly on Moira. She seems to be a natural ruler.

And even if his son has just learned to be called a mother, Queen Moira has begun to train her son to plan the future path for him so that he can become an absolutely qualified ruler.

She gently pushed her son's cradle, a motherhood floating on the queen's face, and in the warm fire beating around, the baby's face reflected in her eyes, he had the blond hair inherited from the copper beard family, but he The pupils of his eyes are like the pupils of the flames of the Sorison family of the black iron royal family. It is probably the relationship between the diluted dragon blood and life juice from an early age. This child is much stronger than a baby his age.

This is very good, which fully proves the excellent pedigree of this child. He will surely become the king of all dwarves in the future, as Moira and Thorison expected.

But this tender moment was soon broken.

As the door of the throne room was pushed open, Muradin. Bronzebeard with a hood covering his cheeks came in, and under his direction, all the guards and maids walked out of the hall quickly, and handed over here Prince Bronzebeard and his niece Queen Moira.

"Uncle Muradin, I haven't heard from you. Is something important happening?"

The relationship between Queen Moira and Muradin is not very good. Just like her relationship with her father, Moira’s favorite loved one is her easy-going and uncle Brian, but she still got up and greeted Mu The arrival of Latin.

After all, she has lost her father and husband, Muradin and Bryan, the only relatives she has left.

"There are some things to talk to you, but first let me hug my cute little grandson."

Muradin put the holy hammer aside, he waved towards Moira, then opened his arms and took his little grandson from Moira. His hand, which was used to holding arms, also at this moment It seemed so gentle, he stroked the child's hair, and the fat and cheeky cheek, probably awakened by the low temperature of Muradin's diamond body, the dwarf baby opened his eyes.

He used his own flame-like eyes to "surprise" his grandfather holding him, probably wondering why this grandfather looks different from other dwarves. After a few seconds, he raised his own Small hands, trying to grab Muradin's brilliant diamond beard.

And the playful gesture made Muradin laugh out loud.

"Hahaha, look at my little An Weimar, he will definitely become a real king in the future!"

Muradin appreciates the bravery of the child in his arms, and the name Anweimar must be a tribute to Anweimar, the greatest dwarf mountain king of the dwarves. It is said that the name is Magella's father Magni and her Husband Soreson jointly determined that they sent the name to Moira via a letter, and the dwarf queen was also satisfied with the name of her son.

"Okay, you should rest, little man!"

Muradin sat in a chair, played with the child for a few minutes, and then put his grandson back in the cradle. At the Queen's signal, her most loyal maid came forward and pushed the cradle out of the throne room. Besides, the next time, it's time to talk about business.

"Speak, Uncle Muradin."

Moira got up and poured a glass of wine for her uncle. Although Muradin’s current attitude, he could not taste the wine at all, but it was a kind of etiquette. After Muradin took the glass of wine, the queen said :

"What kind of thing is it that will allow you to step into this place you hate the most?"

"I don't hate Mithril Fort, nor do I hate you, Moira."

Muradin said dryly:

"I just hate politics and those dark conspiracies, and that's all, let me make a long story short, Moira, my niece, there are two things!"

"First, I will support the "Six Hammer Council" that you established as Prince Bronzebeard, and Brian will also support it. I have some friendships with Falstad and Kurdran. I can go on your behalf. Persuade them to support you, and I am still a member of the guardian system, so I can also ask the guardians to let the iron dwarves who have not taken care of you too much join your council."

Muradin's diamond blinked, before Moira could react, he said:

"And after you become the queen, high priest, or prime minister in the name of all dwarves, you must declare support for Varian Wrynn to become the emperor of the human empire at the necessary moment! Varian needs it, and you need to send our soldiers to help him!"

These two requirements made Moira's eyes widen.

She is not the same as Muradin, who knows nothing about politics. She has her own thinking and understanding of politics, and Muradin’s requirements are obviously unacceptable to her for a time. The queen sits on her throne. She frowns and looks Looking at her whimsical uncle, she said aloud:

"No! Muradin, uncle! We can't do this! We can't just intervene in the internal affairs of the human empire, which will break the dwarf's current neutrality between the Federation and the Empire."

"And we can’t leave our friends with the impression that "the dwarves like to gesticulate about the internal affairs of other countries", then no one wants to be friends with us... Listen to me, Muradin, I know you and Varian He has a very good personal relationship. You are very optimistic about him. You have told us more than once that you want to have a son like Varian. I know you want to help him, but you can’t use this method!"

"Political games have political gameplay. This is not fighting on the battlefield. My uncle, I will refer to your opinion and make a statement at the right time, but we can't be so urgent."

"I don't understand you, Moira! My niece, at this critical moment, you are still thinking about my plan with the politician's thinking!"

Muradin snorted. He took the heart of Azeroth off his neck and threw it to Moira:

"Hold it! Listen well, look good!"

The dwarf queen suspiciously held the golden, crystal-studded pendant in her hand. At the next moment, some silhouetted pictures and sounds rushed into her mind, which made Moira startled, but she was aware of those sounds and When the picture didn't hurt her, she calmed down again. After ten seconds, Moira opened her eyes and she looked at her uncle:

"Muradin!"

The Queen asked: "Who is that voice? She told me that the world is coming to an end."

"That's the spirit of the world, the incarnation of this world."

Muradin said seriously:

"Do you understand now? I let you intervene in the affairs of the empire. It is not that I simply want to help little Varian become an emperor, but that we need a complete and united empire! We need human power, we need the whole world. The power, including the reorganization of the Six Hammer Council for you, is the same. I need you to unite the dwarves to meet the future war together."

"I have already told Varian that when the human pope is coronating him, the dwarf's six-hammer council will send envoys! I can't waste too much time here, I have to go to the eastern continent. .."

"War again? The forge is on, this **** war!"

Queen Moira was worried. She did not doubt the authenticity of the words uncle Muradin said. Muradin was a typical warrior. He rarely lied, but what worried the queen was that her son Anweimar She herself has experienced the war of demise of the Bronzebeard Kingdom. She is not afraid of the cruelty of war, but her son should live in a better and more peaceful era, not as sloppy as she is.

Probably after seeing some niece's fear, Muradin comforted:

"Don’t be afraid, Moira, if the war really broke out, send Anweima to Ulduar, which is the safest place in the world, but we, we still have to fight for this world and ourselves! I said, iron dwarves are forces you can trust. They are absolutely obedient to the orders of the guardians. They have not yet belonged to their own free will."

"And you don't need to worry about Tu Ling, take this!"

The spokesperson of the world handed his holy hammer Varanar to his niece. The dwarf queen looked at the activated creation scepter in his hand. In the beating of Titan energy like blue lightning, this holy The brilliant gems and carvings on the surface of the hammer make it look so gorgeous and sacred.

"This is a symbol of the king of earth spirits. As long as you hold this hammer, you can ask earth spirits to obey you, but remember that earth spirits already have free will, so you can't force them to do too much Thing."

Muradin whispered to his niece:

"I can only help you here. With the support of bronze whiskers, earth spirits, and iron dwarves, you only need to rely on your own wisdom, and then convince the frost dwarves or wild hammers to support you, and you can become a six-hammer council. The first queen, as for the black iron dwarf...I will talk about this with the members of the Federation, but don’t have too much hope."

"Don't forget what you promised me, Moira! I will bring Brian back to help you, remember, hurry up and unite the dwarves!"

Muradin stepped back and looked at his niece:

"This is not a joke. You heard the warning of the spirit of the world. I allow you to play with some small conspiracies. But in front of big and bad, you must remember that the bronze beard family is a member of this world. If the world is gone, your queen’s throne will be meaningless. Moira, you are the smartest person in the Bronzebeard family. I believe you understand the meaning of all this, right?"

"I know! I will not let you down, uncle, I will not let this scepter that symbolizes great...I promise!"

Moira carefully placed the creation scepter on her throne. She watched her uncle turn around and left the throne room. A glimmer of joy and a ray of anticipation flashed in her eyes. Valanar's Hammer stroking the surface, letting the blue lightning wind around his fingertips, Moira whispered:

"My Anweimar, my son, maybe your poor mother can only be a well-known dwarf queen, but I believe... yes, I believe that the moment you grow up, you will definitely become real Emperor of the Six Hammers!"

"Yes, humans have their own emperors, why can't dwarves have them!"

The queen gave a low laughter, and after a moment, the majestic voice of Moira came from the throne room:

"Invite to Wildhammer, Dark Iron, Earth Spirit, Iron Dwarf and Frost Dwarf!"

"Tell those delegates that the Six Hammer Council will soon hold an important meeting about the safety of this world, about the future of the dwarf race, about the true leader of the dwarf civilization..."

"Tell them, I just need a real warrior, so that the cowards who dare not face the end are hiding and shaking in their homes!"

"This time, it's our dwarves' turn to save the world!"

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