Azeroth’s Death Track

Northrend, Borean Tundra, dwarven city Mithril Hold.

This underground city is a little more deserted than when Pandaren traveler Zhou Zhuo came to live here temporarily. Although the Great Forge is still full of people and the business district looks quite lively, but in other parts of the city, there are empty spaces. There are already a lot more rooms, and the goblins of the venture capital company who bought some real estate here and waited for promotion have also abolished the branch here.

Many copperbeard dwarves have returned to Khaz Modan. They miss their hometown, the icy land of Dun Morogh, or their relatives who still live there. Dwarves are very nostalgic creatures. Their departure also caused Mithril Castle to lose Lost the vitality of the past.

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

And most importantly, the dwarves born in Mithril Hold will no longer miss Dun Morogh like their ancestors did.

Princess Moira, who is very politically skilled, has always been very clear about her thoughts. Only these young generations who are gradually growing up are her hope for uniting the six dwarf clans. Moreover, the dwarves are long-lived species, and they will survive for more than ten years, or even decades. Time is no big deal to them.

At this moment, in the quietest throne room of Mithril Castle, Queen Moira was holding a picture book of dwarves' history, and was reading ancient stories to her son who was lying in the cradle. The maids dared not make any noise. Queen Moira looked like a real woman only when she was with her son, and once she started handling government affairs, she was almost like her father and grandfather.

The kingly aura inherited from the Bronzebeard family shines very dazzlingly on Moira, she seems to be a born ruler.

And even though her son has only just learned to call her mother, Queen Moira has already begun to train her son, planning a future path for him, so that he can become an absolutely qualified ruler.

She gently pushed her son's cradle, a touch of motherhood floated on the queen's face, and in the warm firelight dancing around, the baby's face was reflected in her eyes, he had golden hair inherited from the Bronzebeard family, but he The pupils of his eyes are like the flaming pupils of the Thaurissan family of the black iron royal family. It is probably the relationship between the diluted dragon blood and life juice that was fed since childhood. This child is much stronger than babies his age.

This is very good, it fully proves the child's excellent blood, he will definitely become the king of all dwarves in the future, just as Moira and Thaurissan expected!

But this moment of warmth was quickly broken.

As the door of the Throne Hall was pushed open, Muradin Bronzebeard, who was wearing a hood and covering his cheeks, walked in. Under his signal, all the guards and maids walked out of the hall and handed over the place to Prince Bronzebeard and his niece Queen Moira.

Uncle Muradin, I haven't received any news of your return. Did something important happen?

The relationship between Queen Moira and Muradin is not very good, just like the relationship between her and her father. Moira's favorite relative is her easy-going and kind Uncle Brian, but she still got up to greet Muradin. The arrival of Latin.

After all, she had lost her father and husband, and Muradin and Brann were the only family she had left.

I have something to talk to you about, but let me hug my lovely little grandson first.

Muradin put aside the holy hammer in his hand, waved his hand towards Moira, then opened his arms, and took his little grandson from Moira's hand. Appearing so gentle, he stroked the child's hair and chubby cheeks, probably awakened by the low temperature of Muradin's diamond body, the dwarf baby opened his eyes.

With his flame-like eyes, he looked at the grandpa holding him in surprise, probably wondering why this grandpa looked different from other dwarves. A few seconds later, he raised his Little hands, trying to grab Muradin's lifelike diamond beard.

And that kind of playful gesture made Muradin laugh out heartily.

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

Muradin admired the courage of the child in his arms, and the name Anvilmar must have paid homage to the greatest mountain king of the dwarves, Anvilmar. It is said that the name was Moira's father Magni and her It was jointly determined by her husband Thaurissan, and they informed Moira of the name through a letter, and the dwarf queen was also very satisfied with her son's name.

Well, it's time for you to rest, little man!

Muradin sat on a chair, played with the child for a few minutes, and then put his grandson back into the cradle. Under the Queen's signal, her most loyal head maid stepped 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 stood up and poured a glass of wine for her uncle. Although Muradin was in the current posture, he could not taste the wine at all, but this was a kind of etiquette. After Muradin took the glass of wine, the queen said :

What kind of thing can make you take the initiative to step into this place you hate the most.

I don't hate Mithril Castle, and I don't hate you, Moira.

Muradin said dryly:

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

First, as the Prince of Bronzebeard, I will support the Six Hammer Council you established, and Brian will also support it. I have some friendship with Falstad and Kurdran, and I can represent you. 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 been ignoring you, join your council.

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

And after you become the titular queen, high priest, or prime minister of all dwarves, you have to announce your support for Varian Wrynn as the emperor of the human empire when necessary! If necessary, if the little Varian needs it, and you need our soldiers to help him!

These two demands made Moira's eyes widen.

She is different from Muradin who knows nothing about politics. She has her own thinking and understanding of politics, and Muradin's request is obviously difficult for her to accept for a while. The Queen is sitting on her throne, frowning, watching Looking at her whimsical uncle in front of her, she said aloud:

No! Muradin, uncle! We can't do this! We can't just meddle in the internal affairs of the human empire like this. This will break the current neutrality of the dwarves between the federation and the empire.

And we can't give our friends the impression that dwarves like to dictate other countries' internal affairs, then no one will want to be friends with us...Listen to me, Muradin, I know you and Varian You have a good personal relationship with him, you are very optimistic about him, you have told us more than once, you want to have a son like Varian, I know you want to help him, but this method cannot be used!

Political games are played like political games. 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 cannot be so urgent.

It's you who don't understand, Moira! My niece, at this critical moment, you are still thinking about my plans with the mindset of a politician!

Muradin snorted, he took the Heart of Azeroth off his neck, and threw it to Moira:

Hold it! Listen to it, watch it!

The dwarf queen held the golden pendant inlaid with crystals in her hand suspiciously. The next moment, some silhouette images and sounds rushed into her mind, which shocked Moira, but after realizing those sounds and When the picture would not 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 is the spirit of the world, the embodiment of this world.

Muradin said solemnly:

Do you understand now? I asked you to intervene in the affairs of the empire, not because I simply want to help little Varian become emperor, but because we need a complete and united empire! We need the power of human beings, we need the whole world Your strength, including my reorganization of the Council of Six Hammers for you, I need you to unite the dwarves to face the future war together.

I have already agreed with Varian that when the Human Pope crowns him, the Council of Six Hammers of the Dwarves will send envoys! I can't waste too much time here, I have to go to the Eastern Continent. ..”

Another war? Forge above, this damn war!

Queen Moira looked worried. She did not doubt the authenticity of Uncle Muradin's words. Muradin was a typical warrior, and he rarely lied. But what worried the Queen was that her son Anweima , She herself has experienced the war of the destruction of the Bronzebeard Kingdom, she is not afraid of the cruelty of the war, but her son should live in a better and more peaceful era, instead of being displaced like her.

Probably because he saw a little fear in his niece, Muradin comforted him:

Don't be afraid, Moira, if war really breaks out, send Anweima to Ulduar, it is the safest place in this world, but we, we still have to fight for this world and ourselves! Listen! I said, the iron dwarves are a force you can trust, they are absolutely obedient to the guardian's orders, they do not yet have their own free will.

And you don't need to worry about the earth spirit, 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 her hand. In the beating of Titan energy like blue lightning, the holy hammer The immaculate gemstones and carvings on the surface of the hammer make it look so gorgeous and sacred.

This is the symbol of the king of the earth spirits. As long as you hold this holy hammer, you can ask the earth spirits to obey you, but remember, the earth spirits already have free will, so you can't force them to do something excessive. things.

Muradin whispered to his niece:

I can only help you here. With the support of Bronzebeard, Earthen, and Iron Dwarves, you only need to rely on your own wisdom, and then convince the Frost Dwarves or Wildhammers to support you, and you can become a member of the Council of Six Hammers. The first queen, as for the Dark Iron dwarves...I will talk to the members of the Federation about this matter, but don't get too hopeful.

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

Muradin took a step back, he looked at his niece:

This matter is not a joke. You have heard the warning from the spirit of the world. I allow you to play some small conspiracies, but in the face of big right and wrong, you must remember that the Bronzebeard family is a member of this world. , if the world is gone, your queen 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 see! I won't let you down, Uncle, and I won't let this great scepter down...I promise!

Moira carefully placed the scepter of creation beside her throne. She watched her uncle turn around and leave the throne room in a hurry. A gleam of joy and anticipation flashed in her eyes. Caressing the surface of Valanaar's Hammer, letting the blue lightning twine around her fingertips, Moira whispered:

My Anweima, my son, maybe your poor mother can only be a titular dwarf queen, but I believe... yes, I believe that when you grow up, you will inevitably become a real Emperor of the Six Hammers!

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

The queen let out a deep laugh, and after a while, Moira's majestic voice came from the throne room:

An invitation to the Wildhammer, Dark Iron, Earthen, Iron Dwarf, and Frost Dwarf!

Tell those representatives that the Council of Six Hammers will hold an important meeting soon, concerning the safety of this world, the future of the dwarf race, and the true leader of the dwarf civilization...

Tell them, I only need real warriors, let the cowards who dare not face the doomsday hide in their own homes and tremble!

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