Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Is he dead?"

With the help of the screamers who came to support, the death lord Glokus, who had 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 king, the king of dark blades.

In the hall in front of Tyrion, there was a crystal clear ice, which contained a dwarf, he had a beautiful orange long beard, and a slightly twisted crown, which was Magni .Bronzebeard, King of Ironforge, the best forging master in Azeroth.

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

"He’s not dead...but it’s almost the same. I’ve made the same mistake many times. Glokush, my loyal lord. I’ll give you a long vacation. Go back to Draenor to see your sons. Well, by the way, help me send Magni Bronzebeard to the Temple of Darkness. There is no abyss in the world of Draenor, where the recruitment can make the soul of this excellent person as complete as possible."

"Ok."

Glokus nodded, not much to say, he looked around, keenly saw Tyrion’s unusual wrist, and noticed Glokus’ gaze, Tyrion shrugged and turned His wrist was raised, and then the orc death lord saw that the powerful king of the dark blade was twisted at an abnormal angle, and a dark red energy of death was quickly repairing his injury.

"The power of the king of the hills is indeed mysterious and powerful."

The King of Dark Blade walked down the throne and looked at the ice in front of him. In the ice, Magni, who was seriously injured by him, seemed to be sleeping, but even so, the anger and unwillingness on the face continued, still going on. In the eyes.

"Rog and Crow's joint strangulation also failed."

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

"Mulladine. Bronzebeard is also a powerful king of the hills. He may be more difficult to deal with than Magni. Their failure is a matter of reason, but Muradin has suffered a lot, which is between his blood and identity. , He is undoubtedly a big trouble."

"Then leave it to me."

Glokus volunteered:

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

"No! No need!"

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

"There is a secret hidden in the Ironforge. The blood of the ancient guardians left the most traces on the dwarves, and the mysterious power of the King of the Hill was derived from this. Majesty, but tangible inheritance. I am very interested in the true history of this world, and Muradin and Mr. Brian will become our "good helpers."

Tyrion's eyes narrowed:

"Especially after they realized the importance of this power for dwarves and humans...I need them to be pioneers in digging up the secrets of ancient history. That is the treasure that I don’t have the time or energy to find. They Will find it for me."

"What if they don't realize it?"

Glokus was not as confident as his monarch, he asked:

"You also said that this is a royal secret hidden in Ironforge. They are definitely not willing to let too many people know about it, and small-scale secret operations mean that it takes a long time, even if time stands on our side. Side, but should not take the initiative to waste it."

The corner of Tyrion’s mouth slightly curled up, revealing a weird smile. He patted his loyal subordinate. He said softly:

"So, I need someone to remind them, and I just know such a person."

"Go, Glokus, enjoy your holiday. In addition, take the poor Yrel back by the way. She is in desperate need of self-cultivation. The poor and stubborn girl was so injured this time. I don’t know. How long will she recover."

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"We live in a false peace and strive to maintain this illusion. In fact, the most wise of us have already seen that the war has never stopped, it broke out in invisible corners around us, without There is no trace but it is in full swing."

A hoarse and low voice sounded in the office of the new artisan town, Mekkatorque, and in that kind of mysterious tone, there was more or less a trace of mockery and gloomy expectations.

The sound paused for a moment, and it seemed to be the time left for the participants to think. 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 happy to continue this false peaceful life, letting the silent bullets pierce the sky above our heads, even when we lose our homes , Lost its 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’s impossible to force everyone into a brutal war, but the problem is... even if we resist, Resist again, we will use all methods and all wisdom to escape the war, but one day, the war will still take the initiative to find the door!"

The hoarse voice became louder:

"Like a caveman, such a disaster is not accidental. It is time to break your inner illusions. It is time for you to come to the front desk and let us dominate our own destiny instead of giving everything to the illusory luck."

The voice smiled, and she used a joke to end her story:

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

Her voice finally fell, and the long-time preparation was wonderful, but at this time, no one stood up and applauded her in this depressed atmosphere. The participants were silent. In fact, this was not On behalf of their stupidity, it can be said that the dozen people sitting in this house are definitely the dozens with the highest IQ in the world.

And after a strange atmosphere that lasted for several minutes, the big craftsman Mekkatorque, who had complex and cumbersome goggles and had a smooth scalp on the head, stood up from the mechanical chair, and he pressed on the goggles behind him to reveal He had his wise and flexible blue eyes, but he could not hide his exhaustion and loss.

His slender, short hands rested on the steel table in front of his eyes, and looking across the long round table, the small figure that wrapped himself in a dark red cloak, he asked with a serious tone:

"You said you came for the fate of the gnome, but at noon today, our ally, the dwarves of Ironforge suffered a terrible disaster, their city fell, their army was destroyed, their king, my most All my good friends, Magni, are missing, and what I really want to ask is, the woman with the head in front of us... who are you? Which force do you represent? And..."

The voice of the master craftsman became sharper:

"What are you qualified to talk about the future of race in front of us? In my opinion, you are just a bewitching lunatic! In the recent period, your activities in New Craftsman Town can't hide us, those who are bewitched by you Where have all the craftsmen gone?"

"Ha ha"

The little figure in the dark red cloak faced this question, she was not panic, she stretched out the fingers in her sleeve, and the blood-red nails made the members of the two craftsman councils sitting beside her subconsciously Moving his body, this guy should look like a dwarf, but she is full of evil spirits, which is a temperament that makes people unwilling to approach.

Evil and chaotic, with a kind of madness in chaos.

"You say I am not qualified? Mekatok, as the indirect careerist who destroyed Gnomeregan's direct responsibility! Do you evaluate me that I am not qualified to discuss the future of race with you?"

"silly!"

"Uh"

Ella’s hands grabbed the edge of the hood and exposed her face and her blood-red eyes in front of her compatriots. This scene caused all members of the Congress to widen her eyes, including Meka, who had just questioned her. Tok.

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

On the day of Gnomeregan’s fall, Ira lost her confidence and was ready to commit suicide. Mekatok personally rescued him back, and most of the parliamentarians who had heard had heard of Ira’s story in the disaster. If it were not for Ella to stand up, at least tens of thousands of people would be killed by those crazy stone palate monsters. The most important thing is that more than one person had witnessed the scene where Ella personally killed the great traitor Thermaplag.

It can be said that Ella is definitely a hero in the gnomes. If she stayed in Kazmodan when the new craftsman town was established, she is now at least a member of the craftsman council.

"Of course I live, and I live well."

Ella looked at the strange eyes of her compatriots. She didn’t care. She held out her hand. The **** magic helped her pick up the small hip flask hanging around her waist. After drinking another cool blood wine, the dwarf vampire stretched out her hands. Supporting the body, watching the parliamentarians with a very oppressive eye.

"You guys are curious about my experience, but my story can be said later. The purpose of my return this time, as I said, is for the future of the race. Trust me, Mekkatorque, and all of you, please believe. Me, even though my current state is a bit weird, but I have never forgotten my race and where I was born."

"As for the outstanding tribes who do not want to bury their heads as ostriches again, I sent them to an absolutely safe place, a place where they can show their hands and feet, and a place where the gnome can truly realize the ultimate "dream"!"

Ella opened her arms and shouted in a sharp voice:

"A future of technology, in the old system, the power of magic and the individual is the power that dominates history. No matter how much contribution the gnome makes, no matter how many new products we bring to this world, no one will notice. Our dedication is unfair, it is a distorted system, it is wrong!"

"But one person, that person told me that everything the gnome insisted on, the atheism that was mad in the eyes of other races, the research we paid everything for, the whimsy, he told me that those are the future of this world , Those are the forces that can really change the world!"

Ella's blood-red eyes shone with fanatic light. She looked at the people in front of her sincerely. She said in a deep voice:

"Compatriots, he gave us the opportunity to become a better and greater race. He gave us the opportunity to change the world with technology. Isn’t that the dream that the dwarves have been pursuing? Is it now, our future? It will be better than the previous fantasy, better than the fantasy of any era!"

"Wait! Ella!"

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

"Who is that person? Who is the person who announced to you the new future?"

Ella took a deep look at Mekkatorque, the opinion of this wise master craftsman, which was very important in the entire gnome race, and he asked an unavoidable question, so after a moment, Ai La Qing coughed and replied:

"Tirion. Blade of Dawn! Maybe everyone who is closed is not familiar with this name, but he has another name that you must have heard, King of Dark Blades!"

"what!"

"You are crazy!"

"Ella, you are bewitched!"

As soon as the nightmarish name now spoke on the East Continent, the entire craftsman council exploded, and the big craftsman Mekkatorque's eyes widened, looking at the dwarf vampire in front of him in disbelief, he was a little angry. But he didn't know what to say. In the end, the master craftsman waved weakly:

"Ella, no one can deny your contribution to our race, but your suggestion is too shocking. Now, please go out, leave Kazmodan, and never come back! We will not be with the dead Together, we will not betray our allies, especially at this juncture."

"I knew it."

Ella was not surprised by this decision. In the angry gaze of all the MPs, she stood up, waved her wide sleeves, and showed a creepy smile to the others:

"But it's late."

"What? What do you mean?"

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

"I'm well aware of the flaws in the personality of our race. Too smart will cause us to be suspicious and indecisive when we are doing big things. So, I have made a decision on my behalf."

"Remember the steam tanks we designed for the dwarves in Ironforge? That was the result of the wisdom of the members of the entire Craftsman Council, which also created the most powerful king of the land war in the Eastern Continent, but the dwarves sold every tank. At the time, they would not mention the contribution of gnomes. They earned a lot of money. As the inventors, we did not get even a penny of income, not even the power of naming."

"It's like we taught them how to make muskets, provided them with drawings of the aircraft, and shared the ideas of the underground rails with them. We are not the vassals of the dwarves! I don't want to be a dwarf's high IQ. slave!"

Ella narrowed her eyes, her fists hit the steel table fiercely, leaving two clear fist marks. She shouted angrily:

"Is this normal? Should this humiliation? Lift your head, cowards!"

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

"I've had enough of this contempt, so I asked my fellow compatriots to design a new weapon for the dark blade, and just this afternoon, those weapons hit the top of the steam tank in Ironforge Go, completely destroy them!"

"Yes, I submitted the dwarf's "disabled letter" to the dwarves in this way. I'm sorry I didn't discuss with you in advance."

Ella waved her sleeves and turned to leave. At the moment she walked out of the gate, she looked back at the dazed craftsman and gave him a sweet smile:

"Despite resenting me, the only way left is before the gnome."

"And you guys, one day you will know that I am right!"

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