Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The steel belt Red gave him was incredible.

The shape of this thing is resolute and majestic. There is also a cast steel skeleton on the front as a decoration, giving it an evil atmosphere. At first glance, it is not the work of a serious blacksmith.

At least the blacksmiths of the Bronzebeard dwarves don't like decorations like skulls.

Blake stroked the steel belt and could feel some weird traces undulating like bone spurs in the cold steel lines. The character card quickly gave the entry for this belt:

Name: The Spine of Naintus

Quality: Legend

Attributes: slightly

Item effects:

1. King of Brawl:

If the wearer's attacks hit more than three targets at the same time, the power hidden in this belt will be activated, giving the wearer temporary strength enhancement and doubling the attack speed.

This effect has no cooldown and stacks three times.

2. Hatred:

Naintus died in a surprise attack without a direct battle, which buried the hatred of the Naga warriors deep in their spines. They hated all long-range attacks and considered them to be the way of fighting for cowards.

Every time the wearer uses a long-range attack, there is a chance of triggering [Grudge of Naga], being shocked by the soul of Naintus, and applying the [Weak One] effect.

Attack speed is reduced by 50% and movement speed is reduced by 100%.

If the wearer is attacked by an enemy with a long-range weapon, [Naga's Fury] will be triggered immediately, increasing the wearer's movement speed by 100% until the melee begins.

Item Description:

Naintus is the most famous mad warrior under Queen Azshara. Its bravery, madness and loyalty are the eternal legends in the Maelstrom.

The mad Naga Warlord is dead, but its mad power is still eager to enjoy the fight.

"The forging skills of the Thorium Brotherhood are indeed not inferior to the legendary blacksmith of the Bronzebeard Dwarves. If Muradin forges this belt, he cannot do better."

Blake put the slightly evil belt in his hand and rubbed it, then threw it to Maimu next to him and said:

"Since your brother paid for it, it belongs to you. Use it well and don't let the jade beads get dusty."

Maimu looked at the legendary belt in his hand in surprise.

He hesitated and said:

"Ms. Fenner is still outside Blackstone Mountain. Maybe this belt is more suitable for her?"

"Just take it if you want it. Where's all the nonsense? If she wants it, let her get the spoils of war in exchange for it."

The magic eye on Black's shoulder glared at Maimu. The greenskin actually learned to be humble. Of course, it was more likely that he wanted to win the goodwill of Finna Golden Sword.

After all, the sibling relationship between Blake and Fenner was well known among the captains.

It's just flattering, not shabby.

But the stinky pirate was obviously unwilling to break the rules. He told Lady Catherine that in order to control the pirate fleet, as the commander-in-chief, he must be balanced.

Although Maimu took the initiative to give it away, Fenner couldn't just take it. Once the news spread, the idiot Fenner would no longer be able to gain a foothold in the fleet.

After all, for pirates, fairness is the cornerstone of unity.

Seeing Blake's determined expression, Maimu stopped talking and put on the steel belt in front of Blake.

Red is also being careful. The specifications of this belt are obviously made for orcs. With Fenna's small waist, she had to wrap the belt twice before it could be worn securely.

"Is the messenger from the Thorium Brotherhood here with you?"

Blake asked, Red nodded, and then complained:

"The dwarf drunkard originally planned to meet us at the Dark Iron Bar, but that is the territory of the Dark Iron dwarves. I asked him to come to Blackstone Tower. Damn it, that dwarf is like a barrel!

Even fish can drink it.

He has only been here for a week and has already emptied most of my wine cellar, which contains wine for two hundred people! "

"Bring him here."

pirate said:

"I want to talk to him, and help me invite Drek'Thar here as well."

"Okay, Captain, just a moment."

Reid responded, summoned his guards at the entrance of the chief's hall, and went to his wine cellar himself, dragging up the drunken black iron dwarf.

That guy had the face of a standard black iron dwarf. His dark and broad face was as if he had rolled through a pile of coal. If he had his eyes closed and his body naked at night, no one would be able to spot him.

It's the perfect "camouflage in the dark."

But it doesn't work once you open your eyes. Those eyes burning like flames are as obvious as searchlights in the dark night.

Such eyes certainly cannot be born.

In fact, the burning eyes are a symbol of the Dark Iron dwarves being cursed and enslaved by the Fire Lord.

Since the end of the War of the Three Hammers three hundred years ago, the Dark Iron dwarves, who have been defeated steadily by the coalition forces of Bronzebeard and Wildhammer, have desperately summoned forces they did not understand in order to save their city.

The King of Fire in the Elemental Realm was summoned to the material world. The moment it appeared, it split the Redridge Mountains, the largest mountain range in the southern part of the entire Eastern Continent, into two.

Turning the fertile land into the scorched earth of the Burning Steppes, it also changed the terrain and shaped the southern end of the Badlands into a pitted and scorching canyon.

The most outrageous thing is that the northern part of the Redridge Mountains, which was cut off by Ragnaros, was uprooted and turned from an ordinary mountain range into a large volcano that burned all year round.

Magma from the ground was drawn to the surface and erupted year after year, leaving the entire Burning Plain barren of vegetation with volcanic ash.

Nearly one-seventh of the entire eastern continent was destroyed, and the continental shelf was permanently changed. All this was caused by the Fire King within ten minutes.

The power of the strongest elemental monarch is evident.

The Dark Iron Dwarf who summoned the Flame King successfully held his own territory, but also successfully turned his territory into a worthless scorched earth.

The combined forces of Bronzebeard and Wildhammer were forced back, and the War of the Three Hammers came to an end. The previous Dark Iron Emperor, Old Thaurissan, who summoned the Elemental Lord, died without a body intact, and all the Dark Iron dwarves were regarded as slaves by the Lord of Fire.

The elemental curse of the flames permanently changes their appearance and their powers.

But don't pity the Dark Iron Dwarves because of this. Their current evil appearance may be due to the curse, but the cunning and viciousness in the Dark Iron Dwarves' bones is the result of their own "struggle".

Ragnaros was restricted by the elemental realm and came to the material world to "play" for ten minutes before returning to his happy home. However, the suffering of the Dark Iron dwarves continued for a full three hundred years.

The elemental clone of the Lord of Fire is in the Molten Core cave under Shadowforge City. It has enslaved these dwarves for three hundred years and has successfully turned most of the black iron into its loyal slaves.

But as the saying goes, where there is oppression, there is resistance. Not all exiles have lost themselves. Ahem, it’s a conspiracy. In short, when most of the Dark Iron dwarves are kneeling down to be Ragnaros’ dogs, there are Then the bones of a black iron dwarf are relatively hard.

They probably suffer from some kind of knee disease and are always unable to kneel down.

Although as vicious and cunning as the other Dark Irons, the bastards who call themselves the "Thorium Brotherhood" still have an advantage that other Dark Iron dwarves do not have - they are plotting against the Fire Lord.

They have not stopped resisting for three hundred years. Although they have been defeated repeatedly and have now been driven out of Shadowforge City and have become real exiles, these bastards are still continuing to fight.

Even this inherent stubbornness of the dwarves is worthy of Blake using a little bit of dark wisdom on their behalf.

"Snapped"

His Excellency the Earl of Ocean, who was puffing away at his pipe, waved his hand casually, and a ball of ice slag mixed with cold sea water hit the face of the drunken representative of the Thorium Brotherhood.

The sour feeling at this moment froze his big face, and made the dwarf jump up from the ground with a cry.

Very good, seems to be completely sober.

He frantically slapped the ice shards on his face, and stared at Blake with a hateful expression. He waved his hands outward, and with two clatters, two three-clawed blades popped out of his gauntlets.

Obviously, this "Dark Iron Wolverine" is dissatisfied with Blake's "awakening".

He was going to teach this human bastard a lesson.

However, before he started to charge, Maimu's warhammer and axe, and Red's dark hand, were all "placed" on the neck of the black iron barbarian with fiery red hair.

The fragrance of weapon maintenance oil and the cold touch of the ax blade made him calm down instantly.

"Before you is the leader of the undead pirates, the destroyer of the Gilnean fleet, the destroyer of the ancient gods, the doomsday storm, the terminator of the world, the defiler's nemesis, the destructive thugs of Dalaran, and the terminator of Orgrim. , Friend of the Holy Light, Blue Dragon Covenant, Red Dragon Savior, Black Dragon Slayer, King of Warlocks, Commander of the Uncrowned, Close Comrade of the Tide Hunters, World Subverter, Your Excellency Black Shaw!"

In an extremely majestic tone, Maimu spoke out a number of awesome titles that stunned the Dark Iron dwarves very fluently. Even with the lung capacity of the orcs, Maimu was a little unsustainable at the end of the sentence.

But at least it’s over.

This made Blake, who was sitting on the chief's throne, secretly feel happy, thinking that Maimu was getting better and better at doing things. But after he finished talking about this long list of titles, Blake felt a sense of doubt in his heart.

Ah, so you are so awesome?

The black iron dwarf was obviously also restrained.

After a few seconds of sluggishness, he blinked his red eyes, turned to look at Reid, and said:

"Is this your master? The real person in charge behind the orthodox tribe? Is he the one who wants to conquer the Fire King?"

"Um."

Reid nodded and said briefly:

"You shouldn't ask me, dwarf. Lord Black is the one in charge here. You should speak to him, but he will be merciful and forgive your rudeness.

Be more careful next time. "

The unruly black iron dwarf curled his lips, turned to look at Black, and said carelessly:

"The Thorium Brotherhood also wanted to expel Ragnaros. We all wanted to go crazy, but we failed too many times. There is nothing shameful about it. Failure taught us to be cautious.

We will not cooperate with anyone casually. Human blind, if you want us to help, you must show sincerity. "

"No, no, my dear Hansel Heavy Fist."

Blake assumed a sitting posture like a boss, used the magic eyeballs on his shoulders to float in front of his eyes, stared into the dwarf's eyes, and said:

"I'm not talking to you about attacking Ragnaros. I don't need your help at all to kill the Fire King. Your despair is just a piece of cake for me.

Frankly speaking, taking you with me to the Molten Core is just holding me back.

I will never work with losers.

In addition, although I wear an eye patch, I am not blind. If you are so rude again, I will take out your eyeballs and make them into beautiful magic crystals. "

Such an attitude naturally angered the representatives of the Thorium Brotherhood.

Hansel Chongfist, the grumpy dwarf, became furious for a moment, and his blood-red eyes almost exploded.

But as Drek'Thar slowly walked into the Chief's Hall, and bowed to Black respectfully, the Dark Iron Dwarf's anger instantly dissipated a lot.

The legendary shaman is so respectful. It seems that this blind human man really has two brushes.

He thought for a while, then held back his anger and asked:

"Then why are you specifically looking for us? Do you just want us to forge that ridiculous belt for you? Any blacksmith can make that thing."

"What I want you to talk about is what happens after the Fire King is expelled."

Black signaled the orc shaman to wait, and then said to the dark iron dwarf:

"In addition to wanting to expel Ragnaros, the Thorium Brotherhood must have a longer-term plan, right? Don't tell me that you have been fighting Ragnaros for three hundred years, but you have never thought about victory. What to do next?”

"Well"

This question made Hansel Heavyfist hesitate.

They have been driven crazy by Ragnaros's tricks, victory has become increasingly slim, and it is difficult to protect themselves. Under such circumstances, how can they still be in the mood to think about the future?

But the loser does not lose the formation.

Faced with Blake's inquiry, Lord Hansel still said bravely:

"Of course we have a complete plan! After expelling the Fire Lord, we are going to... well, we are going to fight Thaurissan again!

Yes, that's it.

We must not only drive out the Fire Lord, but also cure the vicious curse he has placed on our people! "

"Cool, very good plan, so perfect that I feel like it was made up right now."

Blake clapped his hands and asked again:

"But in a war with the Dark Iron Emperor, where will the soldiers come from? Where will the money come from? You don't think that after expelling Ragnaros, your people will suddenly be grateful for Dade's support, right?

Those slaves of the flames have learned to love the whip, and only death is the end of this servitude.

You have killed the Fire Lord. Not only will they not thank you, they will also be extremely saddened by the loss of their master. They will denounce you as traitors and strangle you with all their strength until you yourself die tragically under the sword of your compatriots. "

Hansel Heavyfist fell silent.

He had never thought so much before.

But now he is mentally exhausted by Black's words. Precisely because he is a member of the Dark Iron Dwarves and he is extremely familiar with the bad character of his compatriots, he can be sure that the desperate future described by Black will definitely happen.

Three hundred years is enough time for a civilization to be completely destroyed.

"Don't be so pessimistic, my dwarf brother."

Black laughed, stood up from the throne, spread his hands, and said to Hansel Heavy Fist:

“I am not an empty talker who only raises questions but cannot come up with solutions. I am here just for your cooperation and for the future of Black Iron.

You may not believe it, but I am a pacifist at heart.

As long as you are willing, I will provide you with an army large enough to invade Shadowforge City.

I will find you allies.

I will even help you return to the warm family of the dwarves.

I will end the centuries of division brought about by the foolish War of the Three Hammers, and I will help the dwarves return to the perfect days of the Mountain King's rule.

I've found an opportunity.

Now I just need you to nod, Lord Hansel Heavyfist, and don't show that stupid surprised expression. You can take my opinion back to your leader.

I hope to hear from you when we return with the remains of Ragnaros. "

The pirate waved his hand.

Without giving the Dark Iron Dwarf a chance to speak, he made a gesture to Red:

"see a visitor out!"