Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 869 199. "The Messenger of Peace" Black

  The steel belt that Reid sent was incredible.

  The shape of this thing is resolute and atmospheric, and there is a steel poured skeleton on the front as decoration, which gives it an evil atmosphere, and it is not the work of a serious blacksmith at first glance.

   At least the blacksmiths of the Bronzebeards don't like decorations like skeletons.

  Blake stroked the steel belt, and in the icy steel texture, he could also touch some weird traces like bone spurs. The character card quickly gave the entry for this belt:

   Name: The Spine of Naintus

  Quality: Legend

  Attribute: Omitted

  Item Effects:

   1. The King of Brawl:

  If the wearer's attack hits three or more targets at the same time, the hidden power in this belt will be activated, giving the wearer a temporary power boost and doubling the attack speed.

   This effect has no cooldown and can be stacked three times.

   2. Hatred:

  The death of Naintus in an uncontested raid has buried the hatred of the Naga warrior in his spine, hating all ranged attacks, believing that to be the way the cowards fight.

  Every time the wearer uses a long-range attack, there is a chance to trigger [Naga's Resentment], and the soul of Naintus will be impacted by the soul, and the effect of [Weak] will be applied.

   Attack speed reduced by 50% and movement speed reduced by 100%.

  If the wearer is attacked by the enemy with a long-range weapon, the [Naga Fury] will be triggered immediately, increasing the wearer's movement speed by 100% until the melee combat starts.

  Item Description:

  Naintus is the most famous mad warrior of Queen Azshara, his valour, his madness, and his loyalty, are eternal legends in the Maelstrom.

   The mad Naga Warlord is dead, but his mad power is still eager to enjoy the fight.

   "The Thorium Brotherhood's forging skills are indeed no weaker than the legendary blacksmiths of the Bronzebeard dwarves. If Muradin forged this belt, he couldn't have done better."

  Blake rubbed the slightly evil belt in his hand and threw it to Maim next to him, saying:

   "Since your brother paid the money, it's yours, use it well and don't let the jade beads get dusty."

   Maim unexpectedly looked at the legendary belt in his hand.

   He hesitated, and said:

   "Ms. Fina is still outside of Blackrock Mountain, maybe this belt is more suitable for her?"

   "If you want to take it, you can take it. Where can there be so much nonsense? If she wants, let her exchange the spoils for herself."

   The magic eyeball on Black's shoulder glared at Maim, this green skin actually learned to be humble, of course, it is more likely that he wanted to win the goodwill of Fenna Jinjian.

   After all, the relationship between Blake and Fina's siblings is well known among their captains.

   Flattery, not shabby.

   But the stinky pirate was obviously unwilling to break the rules. He told Mrs. Catherine that in order to control the pirate fleet, as the commander, he must be well-balanced.

  Although Maim took the initiative to send it, Fenna couldn't just take it. Once the news spread, the fool Fenna would be unable to gain a foothold in the fleet.

   After all, for pirates, fairness is the cornerstone of unity.

   Seeing Blake's resolute expression, Maim stopped talking and put on the steel belt in front of Blake.

This guy   Reid is also being careful, the specifications of this belt are obviously made for orcs. With Fina's small waist, she had to wrap the belt twice to wear it securely.

   "Is the envoy of Thorium Brotherhood here with you?"

  Black asked, Red nodded, and complained:

   "The dwarf drinker was going to meet us at the Dark Iron Bar, but that is the place where the Dark Iron dwarves belong, and I asked him to come to Blackrock Spire, hell, that dwarf is a wine barrel!

   is better than fish.

   He has only been here for a week, and he emptied more than half of my wine cellar, which can hold 200 servings of wine! "

   "Bring him."

   Pirate says:

   "I want to talk to him and bring Drek'Thar over for me by the way."

   "Okay, wait a minute, Captain."

  Red responded, called his own guards at the entrance of the chief's hall, went to his own wine cellar, and dragged the black iron dwarf blacksmith who was so drunk.

   That guy has the face of a standard dark iron dwarf. His dark and broad face is like rolling through a pile of coals. If he closes his eyes and is naked at night, no one will be able to spot him.

   This is the perfect "night disguise".

   But once you open your eyes, you can't do it. Those eyes burning like flames are as obvious as searchlights in the dark night.

   Such eyes certainly cannot be born.

   In fact, these burning eyes are a symbol of the Dark Iron Dwarves being cursed and enslaved by the Fire Lord.

   Since the end of the Battle of the Three Hammers 300 years ago, the Dark Iron Dwarves, who were defeated by the combined forces of Bronzebeard and Wildhammers, desperately summoned a power they did not understand in order to keep their city.

  The Lord of Fire in the elemental realm was summoned to the material world. The moment he appeared, he divided the Redridge Mountain, the largest mountain range in the south of the entire Eastern Continent, into two.

   Turning the fertile land into the scorched earth of the Burning Plains, and changing the terrain to shape the southern end of the Badlands into a pitted, searing canyon.

  The most outrageous thing is that the northern part of the Redridge Mountains, which was truncated by Ragnaros, was pulled up by the middle, and it turned from an ordinary mountain range into a large volcano that burned all year round.

  The magma in the ground was drawn to the surface and erupted year after year, causing volcanic ash to render the entire burning plain barren.

   Nearly one-seventh of the entire eastern continent was destroyed, the continental shelf was permanently altered, and all this was caused by the Fire Lord within ten minutes.

   The power of the strongest elemental monarch can be seen.

   The Dark Iron Dwarf who summoned the Fire Lord successfully embraced his territory, and at the same time he successfully turned his territory into a worthless piece of scorched earth.

The combined forces of   Bronzebeard and Wildhammer were forced to retreat, and the Battle of the Three Hammers came to an end. The previous Dark Iron Emperor Thaurissan, who summoned the elemental monarch, died without a corpse, and all the Dark Iron dwarves were regarded as slaves by the Fire Lord.

The elemental curse of   flame permanently alters their appearance and their powers.

   But don't pity the Dark Iron dwarves for this. Their evil appearance may have been formed because of the curse, but the cunning and viciousness of the Dark Iron dwarves is the result of their own "struggle".

  Ragnaros was restricted by the elemental borders, and he came to the material world to "play" for ten minutes before returning to his happy hometown, but the suffering of the black iron dwarves lasted for three hundred years.

  The elemental clone of the Fire Lord is located in the big cave of the Molten Core under the Dark Forge City. It has enslaved this group of shorties for three hundred years, and has successfully turned most of the black iron into its own loyal slaves.

But where there is so-called oppression, there is resistance. Not all exiles have lost themselves. Ahem, they are on the stage. In short, when most of the dark iron dwarves knelt down and became dogs for Ragnaros, there are also Then the bones of a small black iron dwarf are relatively hard.

   They probably have some kind of knee disease and can't kneel all the time.

  Although as vicious and cunning as the rest of the Dark Irons, the **** who call themselves the "Thorium Brotherhood" still have something other Dark Iron dwarves don't—they're conspiring against the Fire Lord.

   has not stopped resisting for three hundred years. Although they have been defeated repeatedly, they have been driven out of Darkforge City and become real exiles, but these **** are still fighting.

   is the inherent stubbornness of the dwarves, and it is also worthy of Black to use a little dark wisdom for them.

"Snapped"

   His Excellency the Count of the Ocean, who was smoking a pipe, waved casually, and a lump of ice **** mixed with the cold sea water slapped the face of the drunken slushy representative of the Thorium Brotherhood.

   This moment of sourness directly froze his big face plate, and also made the dwarf jump up from the ground with a squeak.

  Very good, looks completely sober.

   He slapped the ice **** on his face frantically, stared at Black with hatred again, waved his hands outwards, and made two bangs, and two three-clawed sharp blades popped out of his gauntlet.

   Obviously, this "Dark Iron Wolverine" is very dissatisfied with Black's "awakening".

   He was going to teach the human **** a lesson.

   However, before he began to charge, Maim's warhammer and battle axe and Reid's hand of darkness were "placed" on the neck of this black iron barbarian with fiery red hair.

  The fragrance of the weapon maintenance oil and the cold touch of the axe blade made him calm down instantly.

"In front of you are the leader of the undead pirates, the destroyer of the Gilnean fleet, the destroyer of the ancient gods, the end of the storm, the end of the world, the defiler, the destroyer of Dalaran, and the end of Orgrim. , Friends of the Light, Blue Dragon Covenant, Red Dragon Savior, Black Dragon Slayer, King of Warlocks, Commander of the Uncrowned, Tidehunter's close comrade-in-arms, World Disruptor Black Shaw!"

   Maim spoke with an incomparably majestic tone and fluently said the awesome title that made the Dark Iron dwarves stunned. Even with the lung capacity of an orc, Maim was a little unsustainable at the end.

   But at least it's over.

   This made Black, who was sitting on the throne of the Great Chief, feel relieved, thinking that Maim was getting more and more good at doing things, and after he finished this long list of titles, Black had a doubt in his heart.

   Ah, so you are so awesome?

   The black iron dwarf was obviously also stunned.

   After a few seconds of sluggishness, he blinked his red-red eyes, turned his head to look at Reid, and said:

   "This is your master? The real master behind the orthodox tribe? Is he going to crusade the Lord of Fire?"

"Um."

  Reid nodded and said in a short tone:

   "You shouldn't ask me, Dwarf, Lord Black is the one in charge here, you should speak to him, but the merciful he will forgive your rudeness.

   Be careful next time. "

   The unruly dark iron dwarf pouted, turned his head to look at Blake, and said carelessly:

   "The Thorium Brotherhood also wanted to expel Ragnaros, we all wanted to go crazy, but we failed too many times, there's no shame in it, failure taught us to be cautious.

  We will not cooperate with anyone casually. Humans are blind. If you want us to help, you have to show serious sincerity. "

   "No no no, my dear Hansel Punch."

  Black assumed a big boss posture, and used the magic eyeballs on his shoulders to hover in front of him, stared into the dwarf's eyes, and said:

   "I'm not going to talk to you about the cause of attacking Ragnaros. I don't need your help to kill the Fire Lord. Your despair is just a piece of cake for me.

   Frankly speaking, going to Molten Core and taking you with me is just holding me back.

   I can never work with losers.

   In addition, although I wear a blindfold, I am not blind. If you are so rude again, I will take out your eyeballs and make beautiful magic crystals. "

   Such an attitude naturally angered the representatives of the Thorium Brotherhood.

  Hansel Heavy Punch, the grumpy dwarf, was instantly furious, and his blood-red eyes almost burst open.

   But as Drek'Thar walked slowly into the chief's hall, and bowed respectfully to Black, the Dark Iron Shorty's anger dissipated a lot in an instant.

   Legendary shamans are so respectful, it seems that this human blind man does have two brushes.

   He thought about it for a while, then resisted his anger and asked:

   "Then why are you specifically looking for us? Do you just want us to forge that ridiculous belt for you? Any blacksmith can make that thing."

   "What I want you to talk about is after the expulsion of the Fire King."

  Black motioned for the orc shaman to wait first, and then said to the dark iron dwarf:

"The Thorium Brotherhood must have a longer-term plan besides trying to expel Ragnaros, right? Don't tell me you fought Ragnaros's **** for three hundred years, but never thought of winning. What to do after that?"

"Uh"

   The question made Hansel Punch hesitate.

   They were almost driven mad by Ragnaros’s bastards, victory was getting slimmer, and it was difficult to protect themselves. Under such circumstances, how could they still have the mood to think about it?

   But the loser is not the loser.

   In the face of Black's inquiry, His Excellency Hansel still bite the bullet and said:

   "Of course we have a whole plan! After we've driven out the Fire Lord, we're going to... well, we're going to fight Thaurissan again!

   That's right, that's it.

  We will not only banish the Fire Lord, but also heal the vicious curse he casts on our people! "

   "Cool, great plan, so perfect that I feel like it was made up."

  Black clapped his hands and asked again:

   "But when you go to war with the Dark Iron Emperor, where will the soldiers come from? Where will the money come from? Don't you think that after expelling Ragnaros, your people will be grateful for Dade's support?

  Those slaves of fire have learned to love the whip, and only death is the end of this slavery.

  You killed the King of Flames. Not only will they not thank you, but they will grieve deeply for the loss of your master. They will scold you as traitors and strangle them with all their might until you die tragically under the sword of your compatriots. "

  Hansel Punch fell silent.

   He never thought about it so much before.

   But now he is suffocated by Black's words. It is precisely because he is a member of the Dark Iron Dwarves that he is very familiar with the bad characters of his compatriots. He can be sure that the hopeless future described by Black will definitely happen.

  Three hundred years is enough time for a civilization to be thoroughly planned.

   "Don't be so pessimistic, my dwarf brother."

  Black laughed, he stood up from the throne, spread his hands, and said to Hansel Heavy:

   "I'm not an empty talker who only asks questions and can't come up with solutions, I'm here for your cooperation and for the future of Black Iron.

   You may not believe it, but I am a pacifist at heart.

  As long as you are willing, I will provide you with an army large enough to invade Darkforge.

  I will find allies for you.

  I will even help you get back into the warm family of the dwarves.

   I will end the hundred years of division brought about by the foolish Battle of the Three Hammers, and I will help the dwarves return to the perfect age of the King of the Mountains.

  I have found an opportunity.

   Now you just need to nod your lord Hansel Heavy, don't show that stupid surprised expression, you can take my opinion back to your leader.

   I hope to hear from you when we return with Ragnaros' remains. "

  The pirate waved his hand.

   did not give the Dark Iron Dwarf a chance to speak at all, he gestured to Red:

   "Send off!"

   (end of this chapter)