Azeroth’s Death Track

I thought you would kill them all without mercy and force them to serve us.

Myra stood behind Tyrion, watching the silent Dark Iron Dwarf disappear into the excavation site, he whispered playfully:

So my cousin, do you show kindness once in a while?

The decision whether to kill or not does not depend on my will. Myra, you have to understand that if a whole wants to expand, it must have creators with flexible thinking to join it.

Tyrion said:

Undead, Undead is brave enough, strong in execution, and not afraid of opponents, but we also have shortcomings that cannot be concealed. We are not good at making breakthroughs. Only living craftsmen can satisfy this, and the Thorium Brotherhood The dwarven blacksmiths, including the stonemasons of the Defias Brotherhood, are perfect members for this role.

At least in this respect, the living have an advantage over the undead, and if something has advantages that are visible to the naked eye, why do we use them unreasonably?

Tyrion looked at his younger brother, and he asked:

We can't let precious high-ranking knights wield the sledgehammer for forging. We always need some survivors with sharp thinking, do you understand? For those precious technical talents, you must pay attention to them in the future conquest.

for example?

Myra asked, and Tyrion shrugged:

Gelbin Mekkatorque, the best engineer, Magni Bronzebeard, the best blacksmith, and the prestigious enchanting masters in Quel'Thalas, and even excellent cooks and attendants ...we have to provide a good living environment for those who serve us.

I heard that the Black Iron Emperor Thaurissan is also a very famous blacksmith.

Meera Dawn Blade frowned and asked:

Then do we have to avoid the palace of Shadowforge City during this plague release?

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

Tyrion waved his hand:

As for Thaurissan, he believes in his god in his heart. He is a fanatic, and I hate fanatics. He is not the best. Why choose a second-rate guy when we already have better options?

Understood.

Myra nodded, and behind him, the slain Dark Iron dwarves were resurrected one by one, and the death knights divided the green viscous liquid into vials and handed them to each resurrected dwarf.

On the other side, in Scorching Canyon, this barren land that was also turned into scorched earth by the power of the Fire Demon King, at the remote Thorium Outpost, the headquarters of the Thorium Brotherhood, the returned death knight Hansel .Punch was greeted with enthusiasm.

Drop your weapons! Damn it!

Lolore, the scout captain of the Thorium Brotherhood, held up the modified dwarf musket in his hand, commanded the other dwarves angrily, and surrounded Hansel, who looked so abnormal, with heavy fists, Lolore shouted loudly :

Hansel, what the hell happened to you? Speak! Speak!

boom

Facing the dozens of muskets surrounding him, the warhammer in Hansel's hand was thrown aside. This dwarf had just been resurrected, and his mind was still immersed in a kind of entanglement between life and death. His own consciousness was not very clear. But before leaving, the words Tyrion told him were firmly in his mind.

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

Death energy flowed in Hansel's body. The senses that were completely different from those of the living drove the Dark Iron Dwarf to go crazy. Breathing, no longer has the feeling of being closely connected with life, the heart is no longer beating, but the blood is still flowing in the blood vessels under the influence of some mysterious force.

His sense of energy seemed to be infinitely enhanced, while his sense of touch at his fingertips was weakened. Most importantly, his sense of taste completely disappeared. While waiting for the arrival of the great blacksmith and the great lord of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel sat on the ground , opened a barrel of dwarven ale, raised the barrel frantically, and poured it into his mouth, but the taste, the taste of the dwarves' favorite wine, disappeared, replaced by a feelingless, like ice cold Feeling like running water.

The torture of never being able to drink wine again drove him almost mad.

ah!

Hansel roared and smashed the wine barrel in his hand to the ground, the wine was spilled everywhere, his eyes became red, even after death, the anger still did not disappear from his body, but found New outlets.

Why hasn't he come yet? Where's Bonnette? Let them come and see me!

Hansel grabbed his warhammer, the death energy in his body entwined around the weapon uncontrollably, a cold breath enveloped the newborn death knight, making him look very dangerous, and the black man guarding him The iron dwarves and musketeers looked at each other. Before he died, Hansel was also a senior member of the Brotherhood, so no one dared to do anything to him.

In the roar of heavy fists, after receiving the news, the Thorium foreman Orpheus and the blacksmith Bonnette who hurried over ran to Hansel, and they looked at the cold storm wrapped around him Monster, the High Lord yelled:

My brother, what's the matter?

boom

A small bag containing the curse code was thrown at Orpheust's feet. Hansel looked at the person he was about to meet with a heavy fist. His furious mood calmed down strangely, and his gray slag-like eyes were tightly closed. Staring at the two people in front of him, he said dryly:

The undead are going to attack Darkforge City. Only those Dark Iron dwarves who are willing to go with the Thorium Brotherhood can survive. They said they want to give us freedom, and the price is that we will serve them in the future.

Who? Who said to set us free?

The big blacksmith Bonnette stared wide-eyed, he looked at his former brother, and he shouted loudly:

Take me! Hansel, I'll turn them down, we don't need this kind of freedom!

These words made the Death Knight's expression darken, and he said in a hollow voice:

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

Asshole!

The Black Iron Dwarves are a bunch of irascible guys. Seeing his brother being threatened, the foreman Orpheus picked up the hammer and walked to Hansel. He grabbed Hansel's wrist and shouted:

Nobody can force the Dark Iron Dwarves! They won't, trust me, Hansel, we'll find...

boom

Before Orpheus could finish his words, a heavy warhammer hit his head. The foreman's eyes were full of disbelief, but his flattened head was covered with blood, and he was limp on Hansel's head. At the foot, those eyes were full of questions, as if they were asking Hansel, why did he do this?

Hansel's eyes were also full of pain, but it was fleeting, and the killing eased his inner anger, so under the watchful eyes of the members of the Thorium Brotherhood, Hansel raised his warhammer and aimed at them, while Above the sky of the scorching canyon, the arakkoa of the Screamer Legion, who came from far away from the cursed land, have taken control of the sky.

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

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Have you nothing to say to me, Red.

Glokush stood at the upper entrance of the Blackrock Tower. This was a secret tunnel. Because he had a bad relationship with the Black Iron dwarves who lived in Blackrock Abyss, conflicts would occur from time to time. Therefore, the Blackrock orcs who stayed at the Blackrock Tower, The entrance to the Blackrock Tower was blown up, leaving only a secret passage that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now, the orcs loyal to Chief Blackhand are firmly guarding both sides of the secret passage to ensure that this conversation will not discovered by others.

Standing in front of Glokush was his son Red. Compared with a few years ago, Red Blackhand had become more mature and gloomy. To the outside world, he was the great chief of the orthodox tribe in name , commanding the two orc clans of Blackstone and Firemark in the Blackrock Tower, and the Burningthorn troll clan that was conquered a few years ago. He is a cruel leader, but it is also he who twisted the three clans together. The mighty Dark Iron Dwarves face off.

It is said that this gloomy chief is secretly planning some conspiracy. This can be seen from the fact that the Blackstone clan began to cultivate black dragon eggs a few years ago. This chief should have reached some agreement with the mysterious black dragon, and also specially in An area was divided in the Blackstone Tower for the black dragons to live.

However, when facing his father, Red Blackhand, who has always been cruel and resolute, still looks like the young man a few years ago. Facing Glokush's questioning, Red lowered his head guiltily, and he half knelt In front of his father, he repented and said:

I failed you, father, I failed to take good care of Maim... when those dwarves, those damned Dark Iron dwarves attacked us, Maim... he was seriously injured.

Seriously injured?

A chill flashed in the eyes of the old orc. As Luminas once said, for the dead, their feelings are very persistent and stubborn, but for Glokush, apart from using all his strength All dedicated to the dark blade, his only remaining emotion is the kindness left to his son and the orcs.

These emotions supported him and were an important pillar of his soul after death, so after hearing that his son was seriously injured, Glokush's voice became much harsher.

Who hurt him?

The general of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Angfer, that despicable bastard.

Reid gritted his teeth and said, He provoked conflicts between the Blackrock Clan and the Firebrand Clan, as well as those stupid ogres. At that time, Blackrock Tower was in chaos. When I arrived with the dragon, Mam. ..Mame he has...

dragon?

Glokush's expression became subtle: So, you really cooperated with the black dragons?

Father, I...

Red wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Glokush waving:

I don't want to hear the details, and I don't care about the details. I just want to ask you, is it too late to get out now?

Red hurriedly stood up. From his father's words, he tasted something bad. As the great chief, he has been dealing with various forces in the past few years. He is no longer the simple orc in the past. sexually asked:

Father, the forces you are loyal to, want...

Glokush glanced at his son, and said softly:

Your Majesty's eyes have already fixed on Blackstone Mountain. Soon, this place will become a hell for the living. I have come to give you an ultimatum. Red, my son, leave here with the Blackstone orcs who are loyal to you. This is the last power I can win for you!

You let me flee without fighting?

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 before, although the inner soul was his father.

I have been ruling my tribe the way you taught me, and I have always followed your example, but now, you tell me to leave my subjects and flee without a fight? No, I cannot.

So, you want to stand opposite me?

Glokush asked calmly: Red, you want to challenge me? Do you want to challenge the Dark Blade?

I just... just can't just leave! That's all!

Red clenched the weapon behind his back, and said in a harsh voice: I have my responsibility, I have my mission! Nefarian promised me...

The Black Dragon Prince himself is in danger, and you still care about the future he promised?

The old orc sneered, and his green eyes became dim:

Let me just say it straight, Red, the Black Dragon Prince will soon usher in his own doom, and fall into hell with all his ambitions and delusions, and I won't let you escape, listen to me, Red. Chief Blackhand, I just want you to bring your own people back to your hometown... Draenor, that world has not collapsed as we expected, on the contrary, it is recovering a little bit, you can go back there, Nagrand The grasslands are big enough for the Blackstone tribe to continue to exist.

The disputes in this world will be resolved by myself, and you...you have to dedicate everything you have to the continuation of the Blackrock clan! Including Maim, he can get the best treatment in Draenor!

Then... what about the Firebrand clan? What about the Burningthorn trolls? They are also my people!

Red Blackhand roared:

They are loyal to me!

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

Very well, you have finally grown up... Then, get ready for war, Chief Blackhand, next time we meet, we will be enemies.