Azeroth’s Death Track

Is he dead?

With the help of the screechers who rushed to support, the death lord Glokush, who initially controlled the chaotic Ironforge, strode into the king's hall of Ironforge, where he was sitting on the warm throne. The leader of the dark blade king.

And in the hall in front of Tyrion, there is a piece of crystal clear ice, in which a dwarf is frozen. He has a beautiful long orange beard and a slightly twisted crown. It is Magni. .Bronzebeard, the king of Ironforge, the best blacksmith in Azeroth.

Facing Glokush's question, Tyrion shook his head, and replied in a low, hollow voice:

He's not dead...but he's close, I've made the same mistake many times, Glokush, my loyal lord, I'll give you a long vacation and go back to Draenor to see your sons Come on, by the way, help me send Magni Bronzebeard to the Temple of Darkness, there is no Hell Abyss in the world of Draenor, and recruiting there can make the soul of this outstanding talent as complete as possible.

Um.

Glokush nodded and didn't say much. He looked around, saw Tyrion's abnormal wrist keenly, and noticed Glokush's gaze. Tyrion shrugged and turned He raised his wrist, and the orc death lord saw that the powerful dark blade king's wrist was twisted at an abnormal angle, and a mass of dark red death energy was quickly repairing his injury.

The power of the king of the hill is indeed mysterious and powerful.

The Dark Blade King stepped down from the throne and looked at the ice in front of him. In the ice, Magni, who was seriously injured by him, seemed to be in a deep sleep. But even so, the anger and unwillingness that continued on that face were still vivid. In the eyes.

Rogge and the crow's joint strangulation also failed.

Tyrion's voice echoed in the King's Hall:

Muradin Bronzebeard is also a powerful King of the Hill. He may be more difficult to deal with than Magni. It is reasonable for them to fail, but Muradin also suffered a heavy blow because of his bloodline and identity. , he is undoubtedly a big problem.

Then leave it to me.

Glokush offered to say:

Before I leave, I will try to find him as much as possible, and then, get rid of him.

No! It's not necessary!

The Dark Blade King shook his head, his eyes turned to the wall on the right side of the King's Hall, and he said softly:

There is a secret hidden in Ironforge. The blood of the ancient guardians has left the most traces on the dwarves, and the mysterious power of the King of the Hill comes from this. The Bronzebeard family's rule of Ironforge relies not only on Majesty, but a real inheritance, I am very interested in the true history of this world, and Muradin and Mr. Brian will become our good helpers.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes:

Especially after they realize the importance of this power to dwarves and humans... I need them to be the vanguard of unearthing the secrets left by ancient history. That is the treasure that I have no time or energy to find. They will find it for me.

What if they don't realize it?

Glokush, however, was not as confident as his sovereign, and asked:

You also said that this is a royal secret hidden in Ironforge. They certainly don't want to let too many people know about it, and a small-scale secret operation means that it will take a long time, even if time stands on our side. side, but it shouldn’t be actively wasted.”

The corners of Tyrion's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a weird smile. He patted his loyal subordinate, and said softly:

So, someone needs to remind them, and I happen to know such a person.

Go, Glokush, enjoy your vacation, and by the way, take poor Yrel back, she needs to be recuperated urgently, that poor and stubborn girl, she was hurt too badly this time, and I don't know How long will it take her to recover.

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We live in a false peace and try to maintain it. In fact, the wisest among us have seen that war never stops, it breaks out in invisible corners all around us, Out of sight but in full swing.”

A hoarse and deep voice sounded in the office of Great Craftsman Mekkatorque in New Craftsman Town. In that artificial and mysterious tone, there was more or less a hint of mockery and gloomy expectation.

The voice paused for a moment, as if to give the participants time to think, and after a few seconds, it sounded again:

And the most stupid thing is that no one wants to know and accept the truth. Our people are willing to continue this false peace, let the silent bullets tear the sky above our heads, even after we lose our own homes , lost their own people in the disaster, and even made the people lose their confidence.

I don't want to hold anyone accountable here. I also know that for a race like ours, it is impossible to force everyone to join in a brutal war, but the problem is...even if we resist, No matter how much we resist, we will use all methods and wisdom to avoid war, but one day, war will still come to us!

The hoarse voice became louder:

Just like cavemen, such a disaster is not accidental. It's time to break the illusion in our hearts. Everyone, it's time to come to the fore. We are in charge of our own destiny, instead of leaving everything to illusory luck.

The voice smiled, and she ended her story with a joke:

Compared to other races, the most tragic thing for gnomes is that... we have no faith, so in desperate moments, even if we pray, no one will save us, not even the Holy Light meeting.

Her voice finally fell, and this long-prepared narration was wonderful, but at this moment, in this oppressive room, no one stood up to applaud her, and the participants were silent. In fact, this was not the case. It means they are stupid. It can be said that the dozen or so people sitting in this room are definitely the dozen or so people with the highest IQ in the world.

And after the weird atmosphere lasted for several minutes, the master craftsman Mekkatorque, who was wearing complicated goggles and with a smooth scalp on his head, stood up from the mechanical chair, and pressed the goggles behind him, revealing She saw her pair of wise and flexible blue eyes, but she couldn't hide her exhaustion and loss.

He propped his slender and short hands on the steel table in front of him, and looked across the long round table at the short figure wrapped in a dark red cloak. He asked in a serious tone:

You say you have come for the fate of the dwarves, but at noon today a dreadful calamity befell our allies, the dwarves of Ironforge. Their city fell, their army was destroyed, and their king, my dearest My good friend Magni has disappeared, and what I really want to ask is, this lady who hides her head and reveals her tail in front of us... who are you? Which power do you represent? And...

The great craftsman's voice became sharper:

What qualifications do you have to talk about the future of race in front of us? In my opinion, you are just a demagogic lunatic! In the recent period, your activities in New Artisan Town cannot be hidden from us. Those who were bewitched by you Where have all the craftsmen gone?

hehe

The short figure in a dark red cloak didn't panic when faced with this kind of questioning. She stretched out her fingers in her sleeves. The blood-red nails made the two artisan council members sitting beside her subconsciously After moving her body, this guy should also look like a dwarf, but she is full of evil aura, which is an aura that people don't want to get close to.

Evil and chaotic, and there is a kind of madness in the chaos.

You say I'm not qualified? Mekkatorque, as the person directly responsible for letting ambitious people destroy Gnomeregan! You comment that I'm not qualified to discuss the future of race with you?

madness!

swish

Ella grabbed the edge of the hood with her hands, exposing her face and her blood-red eyes to her compatriots. This scene made all the councilors stare wide-eyed, including Meka who questioned her just now. tork.

You! Ella Magic Thread! You...are you still alive?

On the day when Gnomeregan fell, Ella, who lost her confidence and was about to commit suicide, was rescued by Mekkatorque herself, and most of the MPs present had heard of Ella's story. , if Ella hadn't stepped forward, at least tens of thousands of people would have been killed by those crazy troggs. Most importantly, more than one person had witnessed the scene where Ella killed the traitor Therma Prager with her own hands.

It can be said that Ella is definitely the hero among the gnomes. If she had stayed in Khaz Modan when the new artisan town was established, she would at least be a member of the artisan council now.

Of course I'm alive, and I'm alive and well.

Ella looked at the strange eyes of her compatriots, she didn't care, she stretched out her hand, and the magic of blood helped her pick up the small flagon hanging from her waist, and after taking another sip of the cool blood wine, the dwarf vampire stretched out his hands , propped up his body, and stared at the congressmen in front of him with a very oppressive gaze.

You are curious about my experience, but my story can be told later. The purpose of my return this time, as I said, is for the future of the race. Believe me, Mekkatorque and Congressmen, please believe Me, even though I'm in a weird state right now, I've never forgotten my race and where I was born.

As for those excellent tribesmen who don't want to bury their heads in being ostriches, I sent them to a place that is absolutely safe, a place where they can show off their skills, a place where dwarves can truly realize their ultimate dream!

Ayla opened her arms and called out in a high-pitched voice:

A future of technology. In the old system, magic and individual power are the forces that dominate history. No matter how much the gnomes make, no matter how many new products we bring to the world, no one will notice. Our dedication, it's unfair, it's a crooked system, it's wrong!

But there is one person, that person told me, everything that the gnomes insist on, the crazy atheism in the eyes of other races, those researches that we give everything for, those wonderful ideas, he told me that those are the future of this world , Those are the powers that can truly change the world!

Ella's blood-red eyes were shining with fanatical light, she looked at the people in front of her sincerely, and she said in a deep voice:

My countrymen, he gave us the chance to become a better and greater race. He gave us the chance to change the world with technology. Isn't that the dream that the gnomes have been chasing? Now it's here, our future It will be better than ever imagined, better than ever imagined!

Wait! Ella!

Mekkatorque interrupted the dwarf's bewitching loudly. He keenly felt the core of the problem. He looked suspiciously at the dwarf in front of him, and asked loudly:

Who is that man? Who is that man who claims a new future to you?

Ayla took a deep look at Mekkatorque, the opinion of this wise craftsman is very important in the entire dwarf race, and he asked an unavoidable question, so after a while, Ayla La coughed slightly, and replied:

Tyrion. Dawn Blade! Maybe you who are closed are not familiar with this name, but he has another name that you must have heard of, the King of Dark Blades!

What!

You're crazy!

Ella, you have been bewitched!

As soon as this name, which is now a nightmare in the Eastern Continent, was uttered, the entire artisan council exploded, and the great artisan Mekkatorque's eyes widened, and he looked at the dwarf vampire in disbelief. He was a little angry, But he didn't know how to say it. In the end, the great craftsman waved his hand weakly:

Ayla, no one can deny your contribution to our race, but your suggestion is too shocking. Now, please go out, leave Khaz Modan, and never come back! We will not fight with the undead Complicity ... We will not betray our allies, especially at this juncture.

I knew it.

Ella was not surprised by this decision. Under the angry gazes of all the councilors, she stood up, waved her large sleeves, and showed a creepy smile to the others:

But it's too late.

What? What do you mean?

From Ella's smile, the great craftsman sensed that something was wrong, he asked, and faced with this curiosity, Ella shrugged:

I am well aware of the character flaws of our race. Being too smart will cause us to be suspicious and indecisive when we do big things. Therefore, I have made decisions on behalf of everyone.

Remember the steam tank we designed for the dwarves of Ironforge? It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the members of the entire artisan council, and it also created the most powerful king of land warfare in the Eastern Continent, but the dwarves sold every tank Sometimes, the contributions of the gnomes are not mentioned, they earn a lot of money, but we, as the inventors, don’t get even a penny of income, and we don’t even have the right to name them.”

It's like what happened after we taught them how to make muskets, provided them with drawings of aircraft, and shared with them the idea of ​​underground railroad tracks. We are not vassals of dwarves! I don't want to be the high IQ of dwarves slave!

Ella squinted her eyes, and slammed her fists fiercely on the steel table, leaving two clear fist marks. She shouted angrily:

Is this normal? Is this humiliation appropriate? Hold your heads up, cowards!

Under Ella's order, the congressmen raised their heads subconsciously, and heard Ella's sharper voice:

I've had enough of this contempt, so I ask those of my countrymen who agree with me to design a new weapon for the Darkblade, and just this afternoon, those weapons fell on the heads of the steam tanks in Ironforge Come on, destroy them completely!

Yes, I submitted the dwarf's letter of renunciation to the dwarves in this way. I'm sorry that I didn't discuss it with you in advance.

Ella waved her sleeves and turned to leave. The moment she walked out of the gate, she glanced back at the dumbfounded craftsman, and showed him a sweet smile:

Even if you hate me, there is only one last way before the dwarf.

And you, sooner or later, you will know that I am right!