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"Forget it, let's not talk about this first."

Muradin shook his head, threw away his messy thoughts, looked at Sharlayan solemnly and said: "The Dark Iron Dwarves want to get rid of the enslavement of the fire element, and return to the negotiating table with the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer clans. Both hands agree."

"What does that girl Moira want me to do? Send troops into that... Molten Core, help you defeat the Fire Demon King?"

Sharlayan shook his head: "That's not necessary, the Bronzebeard clan's troops crossing the border will instead startle the snakes and alarm the conservatives in the Black Iron Council."

"So far, everything is still in our plan."

"I came to the barren land this time because I have other important things to do, so I stopped by to let you know."

Muradin asked curiously: "What important matters still need my consent?"

Sharlayan took out the Imprisoned Head of the Windchaser from the space package and showed it to Muradin.

"To put it simply, I want to use the elements to defeat the elements, and use the power of the air elemental prince to defeat Ragnaros, the king of fire."

Muradin's mind was spinning quickly. He looked at the strange container in Sharlayan's hand in surprise and asked, "Could it be that...the Prince of Wind Element you mentioned is in it?"

"That's right."

Sharlayan pointed to the vast desert area to the west of the Bronzebeard Dwarf Army Camp: "Sunderland the Windchaser has been imprisoned by Ragnaros for many years, his soul has fallen into a dormant state, and he needs to be infused with a large amount of wind element to wake him up. An environment that can easily gather strong winds is needed."

Muradin's face showed a look of surprise: "So, the desert with ventilation on all sides is indeed a good choice."

"Okay, I agree. You can move freely in the desert area. I will restrain the boys under my command so that they won't disturb your awakening ceremony."

Among the three brothers of the Bronzebeard royal family, Brian is the most lazy and casual. He has been indulging in his personal hobbies for a long time, digging ancient ruins all over the world, and basically doesn't care about state affairs.

Compared with the third brother, Magni is another extreme. He has a very stubborn temper and a strong sense of responsibility. In order to manage the country well, even his favorite hobby-forging can only be done occasionally.

Muradin's character is between the two. He is serious when he should be serious, and he can quickly catch up with the topic when he should be joking. Usually, he acts as the lubricant between the three brothers.

As the prince of the Kingdom of Khaz Modan, Muradin has a lot of autonomy when leading the army, and can even represent Magni to make impromptu decisions on some occasions.

With his permission, Sharlayan can safely start preparing to awaken Sunderland in the desert of the Badlands.

Just saying goodbye to Muradin and walking out of the barracks, Sharlayan's keen sense of smell suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

Because Sharlayan's five senses are too sharp, he can often smell some odors that ordinary people can't detect.

Sharlayan feels very ill when entering places with excessive odors, be they sweet or stinky.

His confidante knows this trait, whether it is an advantage or a disadvantage, and never adds any kind of face powder or perfume to his body.

Even so, Sharlayan could clearly distinguish the body fragrance naturally emanating from their bodies.

In the words of the barrage, this should be called a hormonal smell.

Among the three people stationed in the Marquis of Deep Shadow, Valeera has the weakest body fragrance, which is difficult to detect even with Sharlayan's sense of smell. She can only faintly smell the faint fragrance of gardenia when her mood fluctuates violently. .

Stellagosa has an orchid-like body fragrance, which is elegant and elegant, and fits well with her personality of being a girl in the literature department.

Compared with the above two, Onyxia is relatively heavyweight.

She is the one with the most "dominant" body fragrance among the three, as long as she gets close, Sharlayan can smell the rich but not too stimulating rose fragrance.

"Suck~"

After walking out of the camp, Sharlayan sniffled and showed a sudden smile on his face.

"Since you're here, come out, why are you hiding?"

"Hey~"

A figure jumped out from the chaotic rocks beside him, his seemingly tender and slender arms were precisely wrapped around Sarlayan's neck, and his plump but not fat body was also firmly attached to Sarlayan's back.

Onyxia deliberately put her red lips close to Sharlayan's pointed elf ears and whispered, "My dear, do you miss me?"

"Over there! It's too close!"

Stellagosa, who was half a step behind, also jumped out, grabbing Onyxia's collar angrily and trying to lift her away.

"I didn't bring you here for you to make trouble, get out of the way!"

Although Little Xingxing used a lot of strength, the blue dragon's physical fitness was completely incomparable with the melee-type black dragon.

Onyxia remained motionless on Sharlayan's back, and even pressed her body closer provocatively.

Feeling the soft touch coming from behind, Sharlayan smiled silently, and rubbed Onyxia's head hanging on her shoulder with her backhand.

"It's almost enough, don't really annoy Stella, come down."

Sharlayan's words are more effective. Of course, it may be that Onyxia knows how to measure.

In short, she didn't continue to stimulate Little Xingxing, she let go of the long legs that clamped Salayan's waist like a slap in the face, and smiled as she climbed down the donkey.

Stellagosa rolled her eyes angrily: "Sure enough, as Valeera said, I can't relax for a moment with you."

Salayan raised his hand and interrupted Stellagosa's complaint: "Let's get down to business... Oni, have you heard what happened from Stella, right?"

When it came to business, Onyxia and Stellagosa quickly cleared up their joking emotions.

Onyxia nodded solemnly: "Well, I don't understand, why Nefarian jumped out again and again to gain the sense of presence."

"However, one thing I can be sure of is... Your plan may have been grasped by him at all times, and he probably wants to do something according to his plan."

"Do you plan to plan..." Sharlayan tapped his forehead with his fingers thoughtfully: "Let's make a bold guess. What do you think he is planning? Will it be related to Deathwing?"

Onyxia shook her head: "There are too few clues, so it's hard to be sure at the moment."

"If we can get more information from the upper floors of Blackrock Spire, maybe we can piece together the truth."

When the old king of Black Iron was in power, in order to weaken the alliance... or the strength of the kingdom of Khaz Modan, he warmly invited the tribe led by the great chief Orgrim to enter the Blackrock Spire for repairs, and also took the initiative to send the tribe led by the Dark Iron dwarf The Blackstone Spire built was lent to them.

After the end of the Second Orc War, the two brothers Red and Maim took a small group of orcs to hide in the Blackrock Tower.

This group of orcs returned from the sea belonged to the Blacktooth Clan, one of the subordinate clans of the Blackrock Clan, and was led by Red Blackhand, the son of the former Chieftain of Blackrock.

Sharlayan didn't know what happened to Rend and Maim after they fled to Blackrock Spire.

When he received information related to the two brothers again, this group of orcs who had the cheek to change their name to the Blackrock Clan had become the slaves of the Black Dragon, and handed over the upper level of the Blackrock Spire to Nefarian.

As Dagran Thaurissan said, no one wants to be a slave if there are other options, and the orcs are no exception.

[Orcs will never be slaves! 】

[Unless food and accommodation are included? 】

Sharlayan lowered his head and pondered for a while before speaking again: "Oni, we are still busy attacking the Molten Core. The task of monitoring Nefarian can only be entrusted to you."

"You can ask Valeera for the command of the Backlight Blade thieves lurking near the Blackrock Tower. Let's say it was my order. They should be able to provide you with some information assistance."

Onyxia is far superior to Valeera and Stellagosa in terms of overall situation and strategy. Before she set off from Quel'Thalas, she guessed that Sharlayan would entrust this mission to She is in charge.

"No problem, you can do your own thing first, and I will deal with it at your own discretion."

"Oh, right."

Onyxia suddenly patted her forehead: "Before I left, Valeera said that she would recover as soon as possible and come over. It should be within a few days. Don't let her catch you and Little Xingxing in bed. Oh~"

"would not!"

Hearing Onyxia's tone became unserious again, Stellagosa also let go of her previous seriousness and complained: "I'm not a guy like you who thinks about night raids all day long, hurry up and do your work." Let's get down to business!"

When Onyxia turned to leave, she laughed and waved her hands: "Then we will see you at Black Rock Mountain. I hope we can both gain something."

Watching Onyxia maintain her human form and quicken her pace to leave, Sharlayan patted the shoulder of Little Xingxing, who was still a little angry, in a funny way.

"Okay, you also know that she likes to talk so much. In fact, she has no bad intentions. Don't take it to heart."

"Huh~"

Stellagosa rubbed her cheeks to calm down her emotions: "Of course I know, I'm just a little angry."

"Then... shall we leave immediately?"

Sharlayan turned his head and looked at the deserted area full of wind and sand: "Let's go, we can't pin all our hopes on Neptulon, who is procrastinating for time, get this matter done as soon as possible, and bring Sunderland to fight the Molten Fire together." heart of."