Azeroth’s Death Track

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

Myra stood behind Tyrion and watched the silent dark iron dwarf disappear in the excavation. He whispered playfully:

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

"The decision whether to kill or not depends not on my will. Myra, you have to understand that if a whole wants to expand, it must have a flexible creator."

Tyrion said:

"Necromancer, Necromancer is brave enough, strong in execution, not afraid of opponents, but we also have undisguised shortcomings, we are not good at breakthrough thinking, only living craftsmen can satisfy this, and the Thorium Brotherhood’s Dwarf blacksmiths, including the masonry of the Defias Brotherhood, are very suitable members of this role."

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

Tyrion looked at his brother, and he asked:

"You cannot allow precious high-level knights to lift the forged sledgehammer. We always need some sharp-minded creatures. Do you understand? For those valuable technical talents, you should pay more attention in the future conquest. "

"such as?"

Myra asked, Tyrion shrugged:

"The best engineering master Gerbin Mekkatorque, the best blacksmith Magni Bronzebeard, and the highly prestigious enchanting masters of Quel'Thalas, even the excellent cooks and attendants ...We have to provide a good living environment for those who serve us."

"I heard that the Dark Iron Emperor Thorison was also a very famous master of forging."

Myra. Dawnblade frowned and asked:

"Then we should avoid the palace of the Dark Furnace in this plague drop?"

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

Tyrion waved his hand:

"As for Thorison, he believes in his inner spirit. He is a fanatic, and I hate fanatics. He is not the best. Since we already have a better choice, why should we choose a second-rate? "

"understood."

Myra nodded. Behind him, the slain black iron dwarves were resurrected one by one, and the death knights divided those green viscous liquids into small bottles and handed them to each resurrected dwarf.

On the other side, in Searing Gorge, this piece of barren land that was also turned into scorched earth by the power of the Demon Lord, in the remote Surin Sentinel, the headquarters of the Surin Brotherhood, returned the death knight Hansel .Heavy punches were welcomed with "enthusiasm".

"Put down your weapon! Hell!"

The Thorean Brotherhood's Scouting Leader Lolol held the modified dwarf musket, angrily commanding the other dwarves, Hansel who thought what was wrong with it. The fist surrounded him, Lolol shouted loudly :

"Hansel, what the **** happened to you TM? Talk! Hurry!"

"boom"

Faced with dozens of muskets surrounding him, the warhammer in Hansel’s hand was thrown aside. The dwarf had just been resurrected, and his mind was still immersed in a struggle between life and death. His own consciousness was not very clear. But before leaving, Tyrion told him the words firmly in his mind.

"I'm dead...but it doesn't matter, I want to see the foreman and the blacksmith, now! Immediately!"

The energy of death was flowing in Hansel's body, and the senses completely different from the living forced the black iron dwarf to be crazy. He breathed desperately, but the organs that had lost their function can still move, but every time Breathing, there is no longer the feeling of being closely connected with life, the heart no longer beats, but blood still flows in the blood vessels under the action of some mysterious force.

His sense of energy seems to be strengthened without limit, and the sense of touch at his fingertips is weakened. The most important thing is that the sense of taste disappears completely. While waiting for the arrival of the great blacksmith and lord of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel sat on the ground , Open a barrel of dwarf ale, frantically lift the barrel, and pour it into the mouth, but that taste, the taste of the dwarf's favorite wine disappeared, replaced by a feeling of nothing, like ice cold The perception of running water.

The torture that he couldn't drink anymore made him almost crazy.

"what!"

Hansel roared and smashed the barrel in his hand on the ground. The wine was everywhere. His eyes became red. Even after death, the anger did not disappear from his body, but was found. New ways to vent.

"Why hasn't he come yet? Where is Bornnet? Let them come to see me!"

Hansel grabbed his warhammer, the death energy in his body was wrapped around the weapon uncontrollably, and a cold breath enveloped the newborn death knight, making him look very dangerous, and the black guard beside him The iron dwarf musketeers looked at each other. Before he died, Hansel was also a senior member of the Brotherhood. No one dared to deal with him.

In the roar of heavy punches, I received the news that Hurricane Foreman Ophester and Blacksmith Bornnet hurried to Hansel’s eyes, and they looked at the cold wind storm Monster, the Lord Lord shouted:

"My brother, what's wrong?"

"boom"

A small bag with a cursed code was thrown at the foot of Orphester, Hansel. Fisted at the person he wanted to see, his violent emotion calmed down strangely, and his gray eyes were slag-like. Staring at the two people in front of him, he said dryly:

"The undead are going to work on the Darkhearted City. Only those black iron dwarves who are willing to go with the Thorium Brotherhood can live. They say they want to give us freedom at the cost of serving them in the future."

"Who? Who said they wanted to set us free?"

Big blacksmith Bonnet opened his eyes wide, he looked at his former brother, he shouted loudly:

"Take me! Hansel, I will reject them, we don't need this freedom of giving!"

This sentence dimmed the death knight's expression. He said in an empty voice:

"Look at me, brother! This is the answer...the freedom they give, we can't refuse, otherwise, now I am the answer."

"Fuck!"

The black iron dwarves are a bunch of violent guys. Seeing that their brother was threatened, the foreman Orphester picked up the warhammer and walked to Hansel. He grabbed Hansel's wrist and shouted:

"No one can force the Black Iron Dwarves! They won't do what they want, believe me, Hansel, we will find..."

"boom"

Before Orphester's words were finished, the heavy warhammer hit his head. The foreman's eyes were full of incredible looks, but the flattened head was full of blood, and he was paralyzed in Hansel At his feet, those eyes were full of questions, as if to ask Hansel, why did he do this?

Hansel’s eyes were also full of pain, but the fleeting moments of killing reduced his inner anger, so in the eyes of the members of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel raised his warhammer and aimed at them. Above the sky in the scorching gorge, the crows of the Howler Legion from the distant cursed land have controlled the sky.

"I said, the freedom we gave...you, you can't refuse!"

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"Do you have anything to tell me? Red."

Glokus stood at the entrance to the upper level of the Black Stone Tower. This is a hidden tunnel. Because of the poor relationship with the Black Iron dwarves living in the Black Stone Abyss, conflicts occur from time to time. Therefore, the Black Stone Orcs who stick to the Black Stone Tower Blasted the entrance of the Blackstone Tower, leaving only a secret passage that was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now, the orcs loyal to the Blackhand Chiefs are firmly guarding both sides of the secret passage to ensure that this conversation will not Found by others.

Standing in front of Glokus is his son, Reid. Compared with a few years ago, Reid. Blackhand has become more mature and more gloomy. To the outside, he is the chief of the nominal orthodox tribe. , Commanding the two orc clan of black stone and fire mark in the black stone tower, and the thornthorn troll clan that was conquered a few years ago, he is a cruel leader, but also he twisted the three clan together, ability and strength The powerful dark iron dwarves confront each other.

It is said that this gloomy chieftain is plotting some conspiracies in the dark. This can be seen from the black stone clan started to breed black dragon eggs a few years ago. The chieftain should have reached certain agreements with the mysterious black dragon, and it is also special in An area was defined in the Black Stone Tower to allow the black dragons to live.

But in the face of his father, Reid. Blackhand, who had always been cruel and resolute, was still like the young man of a few years ago. In the face of Glokush's question, Reid bowed his head in guilt and he half kneeled In front of his father, the confessor said the same:

"I disappointed you, father, I failed to take care of Maim... those dwarves, those **** black iron dwarves attacked us, Maim he... he was seriously injured."

"Severely injured?"

There was a chill in the eyes of the old orc, as Luminas once said, for the dead, his feelings are very persistent and stubborn, and for Glokus, in addition to all his strength All devoted to the dark blade, his only remaining emotion is a trace of kindness to his son and to the orc.

These emotions support him and are an important pillar of his soul after death, so after hearing that his son was seriously injured, Glokush's voice became a lot harsher.

"Who hurt him?"

"The general of the Black Iron Dwarf, Angfer, the mean bastard."

Reid gritted his teeth and said, "He provoked the conflict between the Blackstone Clan and the Huoyin Clan, as well as those stupid ogres. At that time, the Blackstone Tower was in chaos. When I arrived with the dragon, Maimu. .. Maimu, he has..."

"Dragon?"

Glokush's expression became subtle: "So, did you cooperate with the black dragons?"

"Father, I..."

Reid wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Glokus:

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

Reid hurriedly stood up. From his father's words, he tasted a bad taste. As a chieftain, in the past few years, he and various forces have been dealing with each other. It is no longer a simple orc. Sexually asked:

"Father, your loyal forces want..."

Glokus glanced at his son, and he said softly:

"Your Majesty's eyes have been on Blackrock Mountain. Soon, this will become a living hell. I'm here to make an ultimatum to you. Reid, my son, left here with a blackstone orc loyal to you. This is the last power I can fight for you!"

"You let me run away without a fight?"

There was a bit of stubbornness in Reid's tone. He took a step back and looked 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 have been ruling my tribe the way you taught, I have always followed you as an example, but now, you have let me leave my subjects and flee without fighting? No, I can't agree."

"So, are you going to stand opposite me?"

Glokus asked quietly: "Red, you want to challenge me? Do you want to challenge the dark blade?"

"I just...just can't leave that way! That's all!"

Reid squeezed the weapon behind him, he said in a jerky voice: "I have my responsibility, I have my mission! Nefarian promised me..."

"Prince Black Dragon is hard to protect himself. Do you still care about the future he promised?"

The old orc chuckled, and his green eyes darkened:

"I might as well say straight, Reid, Prince Black Dragon will soon usher in his own doom, and fall into **** with all his ambitions and delusions. I won't let you run away, listen to me, Reid. Chief Mafia, I just let you take your people back to your hometown...Drano, the world has not collapsed as we expected, on the contrary, it is recovering a little bit, you can go back there, Nagrand The grassland is enough to accommodate the Blackstone tribe to continue to exist."

"Disputes in this world will be resolved by me personally, and you... you have to devote everything to the continuation of the Blackstone clan! Including Maim, in Draenor, he can get the best treatment!"

"Then... what about the Huo Yin clan? What about the Burning Troll? They are also my people!"

Reid. Blackhand growled to:

"They are loyal to me!"

Glokus didn't answer any more. He looked at his son and slowly retreated into the shadow behind him:

"Very good, you finally grew up... Then, prepare for the army, Mafia Chief, the next time we meet, we are the enemy."

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