Azeroth Monster Manual

"Impossible, this is the heart of Khaz Modan, Ironforge's... Damn it! It really is those black-skinned bastards!"

Hearing the old dwarf's words, Brann showed obvious skepticism, but when he saw Hemet carrying the black-skinned dwarf, his previously calm expression turned to shock and anger.

"Thump..."

Hemet disdainfully threw the Dark Iron Dwarf in his hand on the ground, a look of disgust on his face. The Bronzebeard brothers and the Gryphon Riders of the Wildhammer Clan who had just arrived shared the same expression as Hemet.

The War of the Three Hammers took place a thousand years ago. Although it was called the War of the Three Hammers, the Dark Iron Dwarves were the instigators of the war.

Unlike the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer, the Dark Iron Dwarves seemed to have a naturally inherent factor of irritability in their blood. This conclusion was not only deduced from their gunpowder-like personalities, but also reflected in their inhuman attitude towards their brethren (Wildhammer and Bronzebeard).

The Dark Iron Dwarves, who were naturally warlike, or rather, almost dominated by power, discovered a forbidden dark magic a thousand years ago (officially recorded, but without specifying what magic it was). Unfortunately, researching dark magic was a heretical act unacceptable to mainstream society.

The Dark Iron Dwarves were known for their fiery temper and stubbornness, and they were constantly at odds with other tribes. After the incident of researching dark magic was discovered, condemnation and exclusion from the Bronzebeard (and Wildhammer), coupled with a failed coup, led the Dark Iron clan's leader, Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan, to ignite the War of the Three Hammers, which led to the complete split of the three clans who originally lived together in Ironforge.

The Bronzebeard clan, with the largest power and influence, secured the throne of Ironforge, while the Wildhammer Dwarves, naturally reclusive but with innate pride, moved to Grim Batol (later relocated to Aerie Peak in the Hinterlands).

The Dark Iron tribe, almost exiled, established a new nation under the leadership of Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan in Redridge Mountains (as mentioned earlier, the Wildhammer and Bronzebeard united to defeat Sorcerer-Thane Thaurissan's large-scale invasion. The unwilling Sorcerer-Thane completely lost his mind in anger and unwillingness, and decided to summon Ragnaros. Under Thaurissan's summoning, the raging Fire Lord Ragnaros quickly swept in and destroyed the ecology of Redridge Mountains, transforming half of the land into a purgatory of burning flames and lava, namely the Burning Steppes).

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"Ptooey!"

The old dwarf first kicked the Dark Iron Dwarf lying on the ground pretending to be dead. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in frustration.

"Let me do it."

Watching the old dwarf raise his fan-sized palm, Ayr finally couldn't bear it and stopped him. Dwarves were not as resistant to beatings as trolls. If this unlucky guy was really handed over to 'Torture Master' Hemet, Ayr was really afraid that this poor fellow wouldn't see the sun tomorrow.

The old dwarf grunted unwillingly, even remembering to 'supplement' the poor fellow on the ground with two more kicks to show his dissatisfaction before leaving.

Just as Ayr was about to cast [Mental Determination] to obtain information, Muradin's voice stopped him.

"Commander, can this Dark Iron Dwarf..."

Muradin said hesitantly, but couldn't open his mouth halfway through the sentence. The originally rough and cheerful man blushed like a little girl, and his comical expression even made Hemet, who didn't mind watching the fun, laugh out loud.

Seeing that his brother was a little embarrassed, Brann simply said what Muradin wanted to say.

"Commander, can we have this Dark Iron clan guy?"

"Hey, hey, hey, is this how you Bronzebeard royals repay your benefactors? You're already thinking about snatching 'loot' as soon as the war ends? This Dark Iron bastard is Lord Ayr's..."

"Shut up, Hemet."

Ayr's angry shout interrupted the chattering old dwarf. Looking at the embarrassed Bronzebeard brothers, Ayr couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Of course, this is a private matter between nobles, and I believe the nobles can handle this matter well."

"Clap clap..."

Crisp applause sounded, and everyone woke up from their thoughts, their attention all focused on Ayr.

"Alright, everyone, it's time to declare the end of this war here."

...

Ironforge, King's Hall (called Throne Room in the game, the author felt it was a bit awkward so it was changed to King's Hall).

Magni Bronzebeard, who was receiving the envoy from Gnomeregan, suddenly felt the communication stone in his arms become scorching hot.

"Ambassador, since Master Ayr and my two unpromising brothers have agreed to the request to aid Gnomeregan, then I, as king, will not ignore it, but the leader of this matter is not me but Master Ayr. I believe your side has an agreement with Master Ayr, in short..."

After settling the ambassador of Gnomeregan, Magni hurriedly dismissed the ministers, leaving only a few close guards before taking out the communication stone.

But before he could activate the magical image, the Chief Chamberlain ran in in a panic.

"What's going on? Didn't I say..."

Magni held the communication stone in his palm with some displeasure, just about to reprimand him, when he saw the Chief Chamberlain's face with unconcealed joy.

"Could it be..."

"Your Majesty! Great victory! Great victory! Master Ayr and the two Prince's not only completely defeated the Frostmane Trolls' main force, but also their lair..."

Crack...

Magni clenched his fist subconsciously, and the scorching communication stone shattered in response. He couldn't hear the Chief Chamberlain's words behind him anymore, only the two words 'Great Victory' were constantly swirling in Magni's mind.

"Ah!"

Coming back to his senses, Magni looked at the communication stone in his palm with heartache. He had to know that this communication stone was given to him by an elven mage who had traveled here two hundred years ago. Compared to the crude products from Dalaran on the market, this 'excellent' quality good was a rare treasure in Ironforge, a city with a severe lack of magic.

But the feeling of heartache was quickly replaced by the feeling of ecstasy. This king, who was over three hundred years old, put down the majesty and reserve of a king, and actually started waving his hands and feet like a child while laughing heartily.

The guards on the side looked at each other and laughed too. For a time, the entire King's Hall was filled with laughter.

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"Long live Master Ayr!"

"Thank you, Master Ayr, sob sob..."

"You are a friend of Ironforge forever, all Bronzebeard Dwarves will remember your kindness!"

...

Deafening cheers and a rain of colorful flower petals showered the road as El and his Ironforge troops marched by. Countless Bronzebeard citizens, having learned of El's victory over the Frostmane trolls, spontaneously took to the streets to pay their highest respects to their idol and heroes.

Walking on the road paved with flower petals, even El, whose skin had long been tempered to perfection, couldn't help but feel a little shy. But when he saw the genuine gratitude on the faces of those simple and kindhearted dwarven commoners, the soft spot in his heart was touched once again.

Although considered a minor nuisance, the Frostmane trolls' millennium of raiding had made them a nightmare passed down through generations of Bronzebeard families, a tale to stop children from crying at night. The Bronzebeard dwarves hated the trolls even more than their relatives, those detestable black-skinned bastards.

And all of this was ended by El. Although it was just a casual move for him, it was a real blessing for those Bronzebeard dwarves who had suffered from the trolls. This made their admiration and gratitude towards El even more intense and sincere.

"Haha, Kurdran, how does it feel? You little brat, you've actually become a hero too!"

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The old dwarf laughed and patted Kurdran on the shoulder, but the latter rolled his eyes in disgust and mercilessly mocked:

"Shameless!"

"Huh? What did you say? You actually said the brave and fearless Hemit is shameless? If there weren't so many people watching, I'd give you a couple of punches!"

Kurdran ignored the old dwarf's threat and continued to taunt:

"You even have the nerve to call yourself a hero. Tell me, what contribution did you make in this war?"

"I…"

Hemit was about to retort, but realized that other than killing a few hundred weak Frostmane trolls, he didn't seem to have any outstanding achievements or contributions.

Hemit's old face turned red with anger, but he couldn't explode.

"Idiot, now you know who those Bronzebeard commoners are cheering for, right? If it weren't for my wit and bravery, even a master like El couldn't have ended this war so quickly, let alone be able to take down the Frostmane trolls' lair."

Seeing his old rival silenced, Kurdran, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, immediately jumped up and boasted about his 'great achievements'.

The Bronzebeard brothers, who were eavesdropping nearby, blushed with embarrassment and looked unnatural. Kurdran's words were like knives, not only stabbing into Hemit's chest, but also piercing them to the core.

"Brother, did you hear what that Wildhammer king said? Is that human language?"

"Cough cough, Brann, don't argue with those Wildhammer barbarians."

The two brothers spoke insincerely, but the awkward expressions on their faces showed that they were not as calm as they seemed.

The greatest contributor to this war was undoubtedly El, but they were too embarrassed to call themselves heroes, because like Hemit, they had only killed a few hundred 'unarmed' Frostmane trash trolls, and besides, these Frostmane trolls had already collapsed.

… …

Rare flower rain fell in the cold Khaz Modan. El walked into Ironforge amidst the rain of petals and the roaring cheers.

Magni Bronzebeard, having received the news, had been waiting at the gate for a long time. When he saw El and his triumphant troops returning, he immediately rushed up, disregarding etiquette, and grasped El's hand.

"Master El, thank you for your contribution to the Bronzebeard dwarves, thank you…"

El smiled and patiently listened to Magni's heartfelt gratitude and praise. After a brief exchange, they were quickly welcomed into Ironforge by Magni's guards and arrived at the King's Hall.

The gnomish envoys from Gnomeregan were also waiting in the hall. Seeing El and his party enter, they hurried forward, constantly saying flattering words.

El skillfully responded to the gnomish envoys' flattery and greetings. In his previous life, El had rich experience in dealing with people, and after experiencing so much in this life, the passive skill of social skills had been honed to perfection.

Soon, everyone was seated one by one under the guidance of the attendants, and Magni also returned to his throne.

Magni, who wanted to say something, did not raise some questions in his mind after seeing the tired expressions on everyone's faces, but whispered something in the ear of the Lord Chamberlain, and then said to everyone.

"Thank you all for your heroic fighting, thank you Master El for your selfless dedication. In order to welcome the return of the heroes, I have prepared a sumptuous banquet to entertain you all. Let's not go home until we're drunk tonight!"

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In the reception hall, Magni sat in the main seat. Sitting next to him were not the two Bronzebeard princes (Muradin and Brann), but the most dazzling star of this war - El Salona.

"Master El, I wonder how you feel about our Ironforge's exclusively brewed wine?"

Magni stroked his beautiful brown beard while smiling at the young man beside him.

Slowly tying on a white apron, El picked up the goblet in his hand and took a sip. Feeling the clear and sweet taste in his mouth rushing straight to his taste buds, El couldn't help but relax.

Gently putting down the red wine in the glass, El praised:

"I thought Ironforge only produced strong alcohol, but I didn't expect that even the taste of wine is not inferior to some well-known wineries. For wine, astringency and blockage are unavoidable problems for most red wines, and the step of decanting becomes essential.

But your country's wine does not have this embarrassing problem. The aroma is strong, the taste is soft, and it has a melt-in-your-mouth feeling, just like the silky feeling brought by chocolate, which makes people have a long aftertaste. It is simply a radiant and energetic young girl."

Hearing El's praise, Magni couldn't help laughing. Muradin, who was sitting on the side, also said:

"Commander… Master El is indeed a master, and he has such a deep understanding of red wine. To be honest, the reason why Ironforge can brew such a mellow, sweet, and clear wine is not because of how superb the brewing technique is, but because of the selection of materials for the wine.

Khaz Modan is the place where we dwarves have lived for generations. Although the climate here is extremely cold, such cold weather has also given birth to some strange plants and fruits, such as the grapes used to make this ice wine, which is a unique grape from the Froststone Farm - ice crystal grapes… …"