The sculpted Rendaen was unable to dodge, and Unas was too late to block for him. All the black magic arrows struck their target. The corrosive energy, combined with the high temperature of the metal, caused unexpected damage. A piercing sound rang out from the crimson Bronze Body, and large black spots were left on the hit parts.
Anyone could see that the situation was bad. Unas was getting anxious when a cry of alarm suddenly came from behind him. Turning around, he saw a thick white ray shooting from the human ranks toward Rendaen. It was Angela who had made the move.
The freezing ray struck the Dwarf lord squarely, causing his Bronze Body to cool rapidly. However, such a violent clash between extreme heat and cold must have had significant side effects. Angela only resorted to this emergency treatment because the situation was critical.
The sound of metal cracking was deafening. Countless cracks of all sizes appeared on the surface of Rendaen's body. The Dwarf lord let out a painful howl and finally woke up!
All eyes were on this place; whether the Dwarf lord still had the fighting strength would determine the outcome of the war.
Rendaen opened his fiery red eyes, scanned the entire scene, and immediately understood the current situation. He slowly raised the weapon in his hand, then suddenly jumped up and hurled the Warhammer forward with all his might.
"Storm Bolt!"
The black Warhammer was like a whirlwind. Before the Flamewaker Ambassador could react, he was swept away by the black whirlwind and half of his body was smashed to pieces.
The whirlwind's direction was completely unaffected, accurately striking Thaurissan behind the Flamewaker.
With a deafening roar, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and the mutated, enormous head of the Dark Iron King was smashed to pieces!
Rendaen landed back on the ground, his body radiating a pale golden light. His cracked skin began to peel off, whether for better or worse was unclear, but at least he was still standing and could raise his arms to unleash a deafening roar, "Victory!"
"Victory!" "Victory!" The Dwarves and humans behind them all raised their hands and shouted the declaration of victory.
With Thaurissan dead, all the Iron Golems went out of commission, and the desperate Dwarf nobles dropped their weapons, trembling as they raised their hands. They had no choice but to surrender.
The Twilight Priests had vanished without a trace; they were the first and fastest to escape. The moment Rendaen's Storm Bolt was cast, the bishop knew he was doomed.
Bael'Gar hid in a corner, watching the corpses of Thaurissan and the Flamewaker with predatory eyes, not daring to make a move.
Unas slumped his shoulders, letting out a long sigh of relief; it was finally over.
The body of Rendaen beside him began to shrink rapidly, quickly returning to its normal size. After the effect of the Bronze Body wore off, black blood began to ooze from the cracks all over his body. The Dwarf lord instantly turned into a blood-soaked figure, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Unas quickly cast Holy Light on him and called out to Natasha to come and heal him. Several of the Dwarf lord's trusted men also rushed over with battlefield medics.
Rendaen was immediately surrounded and rescued. Bael'Gar, who was in the corner, saw an opportunity and suddenly rushed out to drag the Flamewaker's corpse back.
Unas then remembered this trouble. He quickly walked towards Bael'Gar, who was absorbing the Flamewaker's energy, wanting to make one last effort to reconcile.
"Awoo!"
Bael'Gar roared at him defiantly, Unas to stop and get straight to the point. "Lord Bael'Gar, my Elf companion is still trapped by your bodily fluids. If you can remove this threat from him, I swear in the name of the Holy Light that I will infuse you with energy to your satisfaction."
"Cunning human, I don't believe your lies. Nothing but Ragnaros's power can satisfy me!"
Unas took out the Crimson Diamond and showed it to the other person, "How about this?"
"The Fire Source Stone!?" Bael'Gar exclaimed immediately, "No wonder a mere long-eared mage could unleash such powerful energy; it was thanks to it!"
He hurled the Flamewaker in his hand at Unas, leaping forward to pounce on him. In his view, cooperation and negotiation were a joke; violent seizure was the only truth.
Driven by greed, he forgot his current predicament. Unas was not alone; the humans and Rendaen's subordinates present were all Paladin.
Unas put away the gem, quickly jumped back twice to dodge, took out his giant shield and assumed a defensive stance. Seeing that a conflict had broken out here and that the elite squad had already been dispatched to provide support, he realized there was no need for him to risk his life.
Unexpectedly, Bael'Gar used a feint, leaping over Unas's head and landing on the spot where Thaurissan's body was, rolling back and forth rapidly.
The mangled corpse of the Dark Iron King was immediately absorbed by him, and the massive amount of stones caused Bael'Gar's body to double in size, forming a new body outside the core.
Molten Core Monsters are Fire Elemental creatures that constantly absorb and steal the energy and bodies of other Fire Elemental creatures to strengthen themselves, eventually growing into Molten Giants.
It will certainly take some time for Bael'Gar to fully integrate with Thaurissan's body; for now, it's being used more as a temporary suit of armor.
His conspicuous hostile act immediately provoked an attack from all humans and Dwarves, with Angela's Frostbolt leading the charge as various arrows and hammers rained down from the front.
When Bael'Gar obtained Thaurissan's body, his own weight increased significantly, and he could no longer jump as much as before. He could only curl up into a ball for passive defense while accelerating the fusion process.
Before fully absorbing the energy of Geddon and the Flamewaker, Thaurissan's remaining energy and body, along with several other forces, were intertwined and difficult to fuse quickly. However, if he succeeded, he would surely be reborn.
Thaurissan's body is incredibly tough; both Unas and Rendaen used forces beyond their limits to cause damage, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to truly harm Bael'Gar's shell.
Angela tried various single-target ice spells, but it was still difficult to shake Bael'Gar's defense. Unas joined the elite squad and attacked the Molten Core Monster, which was rolled into a stone ball, with the Dwarves, but the effect was not significant, and they could only smash some small pieces of obsidian.
Unas, with only half his strength remaining, hammered away a few times to no avail. He suggested to Erigor, "Quickly wake Huoye; now might be a good opportunity!"
The group rushed back to the human ranks. The unconscious Blood Elf was immediately awakened, and Erigor briefly explained what had happened, asking, "How was it? Were you confident in your spell?"
"As far as I know, this is a crucial period for the Molten Core Monster Molten Giant," Huoye said, his face pale but his voice still firm. "As for the success rate, this spell has never been very high, but if we can catch the critical point in its mind when it's about to finish, the success rate will be greatly increased."
"It seems we can't help you with this."
"Yes, this opportunity can only be seized by myself," Huoye's face was filled with an unprecedented determination. "Carry me over there, let me subdue this arrogant monster, and perhaps I can also make a breakthrough through this!"
Erigor personally carried him on his back, and the group returned to the giant stone sphere. Unas ordered the Dwarves, who were still attacking in vain, to stop. After this battle, the soldiers of Rendaen were filled with awe for him and obediently retreated.
The Blood Elf sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded and protected by an elite squad. Erigor handed the communication black stone that Bael'Gar had given him to Huoye, which should also be a familiar item to the Lava Monster.
Huoye closed his eyes, gripped the black stone, and calmly began chanting the incantation. Elf magic spells are usually as melodious as songs, but this ancient incantation was difficult and hard to pronounce, sounding suffocating and grating to the ears.
Unas stood guard to the side, hoping to get some rest, but it seemed the god of toil had his eye on him. Bad news came from Rendaen: the Dwarf lord was on the verge of collapse.
He rushed over, pushed through the crowd, and saw Rendaen lying flat on a large pool of black blood, his body covered in gaping wounds, from which little blood could flow anymore.
Natasha and the other Dwarves were also covered in sweat and blood. The brief rescue had exhausted them, and now they could only stare blankly at their Dwarf lord, who was barely breathing.
Unas's Lay on Hands (instantly heals the target, consumes at least 50% of his stamina) might be able to save him, but his stamina is currently less than 50%, and the panel shows that this spell is unusable. We can only wait until the Dwarf dies and then try the Resurrection.
Some people might wonder why Resurrection costs less than Lay on Hands, but that's the truth. Lay on Hands is an instant-cast spell that can be used in combat, while Redemption requires a long cast time. These two skills are not comparable.
Before he died, preparations needed to be made. He hurriedly said, "I still have a way to save him, but we must find a quiet, secluded environment, and it must be done alone. No one is allowed to interfere."
"Really?!" several of Rendaen's confidants exclaimed immediately.
Natasha and several doctors had just sentenced Rendaen to death. The confidants felt a mix of emotions: some sadness, some panic, and some secret joy. But when Unas said there was still a way to save him, their feelings turned to pure delight.
Dwarf lord has no heir, power will fall into the hands of these military leaders after his death. None of them seem to be a suitable candidate to command respect, so a power struggle is inevitable.
This is something Unas doesn't want to see, so he tries his best to resurrect Rendaen. The Dwarf lord is at least a courageous warrior who can maintain a stable situation.
"That's impossible! They all just said the lord is doomed. What can you do about it?" A red-bearded officer immediately questioned loudly. He was clearly the ambitious type; he would only be happy if Rendaen died.
"This is a secret between me and the Holy Light," Unas said calmly to the other Dwarves, "The one who jumped out so eagerly is nothing to fear. Hurry, the lord will stop breathing soon."
"What bullshit secret! I don't believe you, human! You must be plotting against the lord!" Redbeard continued to pester him, seemingly trying to buy time.
"What a joke! He's about to die, what could I possibly do to make things worse for him?"
"How would I know? Perhaps you possess some kind of evil magic..."
"Enough!" Finally, one of Rendaen's loyal followers stepped forward. "Gude, shut up! We've all seen the power of Knight Unas today. I believe he can save the master!"
The remaining military leaders immediately voiced their support, indicating that Rendaen had treated his subordinates well; only one traitor supported Gude, while the other four supported the loyalist.
However, during this brief period of bickering, Rendaen finally breathed his last. A doctor who was close to him burst into tears, and the two sides finally quieted down.
Redbeard Gude and the other traitor could hardly contain their smugness. Unas sneered, "Let Rendaen clean up his own mess after he's revived."
He fabricated a story for his loyal followers. "Although he has stopped breathing, to me, Lord, it's just a fake death. We can still revive him. Quickly find us a quiet, secluded room."
Upon hearing this, the group, who had been filled with remorse, ignored the two men with red beards and quickly carried Rendaen on a stretcher towards the hall exit. Unas greeted Erigor and then followed.
As the red-bearded man and his companion watched the departing figures, fear gripped them. If the Paladin was right, they would be condemned to hell.
The room closest to the underground hall was Thaurissan's most frequently used bedroom. Rendaen was carefully placed on the king's large bed. Unas commanded, "Everyone out! Stand guard at the door. No one is allowed to enter and disturb us, or I will kill them all!"
The human Paladins were now the saviors of the Dwarves, and they readily agreed, obediently retreating quickly.
Unas concentrated and immediately began casting the spell. He was very skilled at casting the Redemption spell and quickly entered the casting process.
Rendaen was severely injured, and it would take a long time to repair him. Time passed second by second, but the progress bar seemed to have no end.
Suddenly, a full-length mirror in the bedroom opened with a bang, and a female Dwarf wearing a thin nightgown appeared abruptly from behind the dark, secret door.
Her skin was very white, and her eyes were brown, neither of which were typical features of Dark Iron Dwarves. Moreover, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, whether from pregnancy or simply from obesity, Unas couldn't tell, but he had already guessed the identity of the female Dwarf before him— Moira, the Dark Iron Queen.
This is a story similar to Romeo and Juliet. Moira was originally the daughter of Magni Bronzebeard, the king of Ironforge, but by chance she met the king of the Dark Iron Clan, their mortal enemy.
Thaurissan and she fell in love with each other, and the two returned to Blackrock Depths to get married. Bronzebeard, Bronzebeard by the abduction of his daughter, continuously sent his army and hired adventurers to attack Blackrock Depths in an attempt to retrieve his daughter.
In the game's storyline, after Thaurissan was killed, Moira did not return to Ironforge with her father's army. Instead, she remained in Blackrock Depths with her unborn child, ruling the Dark Iron Clan as the Dark Iron Queen.
Although her body is of the Bronzebeard, psychologically she can be said to have assimilated into the Dark Iron Dwarves.
No one expected that Moira was hiding in the secret room of this bedroom. Unas was completely unable to move and could only watch helplessly as she rushed out of the secret room with a dagger in her hand.
The scene of the heavily injured and unconscious Rendaen, and the Paladin casting a golden light, easily evokes images of healing. She must have been observing from behind the mirror for a long time, figuring out the general situation, before aiming her dagger straight for Rendaen's neck.
A golden energy storm suddenly appeared, sweeping the female Dwarf away. Then, a golden energy arrow struck her forehead, and Moira closed her eyes and collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Unas wanted to pat himself on the back; thankfully, he still had the Divine Storm and Holy Wrath, two attack skills that could be cast without moving, otherwise his resurrection might have been interrupted by the female Dwarf.