In such small-scale battles, a few highly agile Warriors who coordinate well are indeed very strong, something Unas can only envy.
The Paladin class has shockingly low Agility growth; many level ups result in +0 Agility, and even now his Agility value is only 79. This is far above average, but it's still nothing compared to these Watcher.
Captain Silver Shadow, caught up in the killing frenzy, suggested finding another small spider swarm to hunt. Unas, however, had no time for their hunting games. "If you want to stay and hunt these beasts, that's fine, it'll clear obstacles for the march later. But I'm sorry, I can't join you. I have many other matters to attend to."
"Then, Warden, please return. I hope your army can set off soon."
"Certainly."
Unas waved goodbye to the Night Elves, carefully retraced his steps, and then rode swiftly towards the stronghold. Actually, he had nothing urgent to attend to; it was just that being with the Elves was too oppressive, and he preferred to go back to his tent and get some sleep.
Unfortunately, his wish to take a long nap was not going to come true. Before he even reached the stronghold, he ran into Du'an and several Blood Elf mages. They were on their way to the Crystal Mine Cave to study how to set up Teleportation Array. Unas had no choice but to go and check on them as a sign of concern.
Although Du'an claimed he knew how to create such a Magic Circle, the specifics still needed to be analyzed. How to expand the Spatial Rift and connect it to the Magic Circle still required further research.
Huoye also returned from Flamewaker Island. Unas's requirement for the Teleportation Array was that it should be usable by the Molten Giant. Several mages said it was impossible, as a teleportation Magic Circle for such a large creature had not yet been invented.
Only Huoye said he could try to summon Bael'Gar, since the two had a direct spiritual connection. As for the other giants, don't even think about it; they couldn't possibly reach the Canyon through the Teleportation Array, which deeply disappointed Unas.
The mages chattered amongst themselves, discussing incomprehensible spells and spatial knowledge. After listening for a while, Unas grew bored and returned to Blackrock Depths through the rift.
Seventy-eight Iron Golems stood motionless around the lava pool. They only reacted when someone climbed out of the pool, their eyes flashing red as they scanned the area. Once they determined it was one of their own, they returned to their motionless state.
They are the best guards, they don't need to eat or drink, they won't cause trouble, and their fighting is not affected by morale. Their only drawback is that they are relatively slow and expensive to manufacture, and it takes a lot of time and effort to produce them. If someone could accumulate 10,000 of them, it would be enough to sweep across the continent.
Unas estimated that even if all the wealth of the Dark Iron Dwarves were used to create golems, they wouldn't be able to build ten thousand, so he had no hope at all; two million Gold Coins were just a drop in the bucket.
However, golems are a powerful tool against the Undead Scourge. They are not afraid of the plague and cannot be resurrected as enemies after death. This deprives the Undead's human wave tactics of replenishment, and they naturally break through without a fight.
Unas stroked the cold, hard fist of a puppet. It seemed he would have to find a way to get more of these iron contraptions for future battles.
The Water Elemental transport team continued to transport seawater upstream without stopping. It seemed that, apart from the tributary where the Molten Giant was temporarily staying, the underground lava river would no longer exist. In the future, there would be a wide road made of volcanic rock. No, if the Water Elementals were to stay here for a long time, it might even become a saltwater river.
He couldn't control these things. Returning to Shadowforge City from the gap, he was greeted by a carnival atmosphere. Dwarves sang cheerful and rough dirty songs, and drunkenly tap-danced in the streets. Ribbons and scraps of paper were everywhere. The lively noise swept through the entire city, Unas seemed somewhat out of place here.
Immediately, someone ran over to him and said, "The lord specifically instructed me to keep watch here, saying that once Knight Unas returns, he must invite you to the Imperial Palace for a drink."
There were still some Dwarves who weren't drunk, but that's normal; the army can't be completely lax, there must still be soldiers on duty.
Unas had to give Rendaen face now, so Unas followed the Dwarf toward the Imperial Palace. Along the way, he saw many humans drinking and having fun with the Dwarf. It was truly enviable how they could relax and have so much fun.
A lavish banquet was being held in the Council Hall. Although he had not yet been formally crowned, Rendaen had already taken his seat on the throne. His subordinates were lined up in several rows, talking and drinking loudly, creating a very lively atmosphere.
The arrival of the human Paladin seemed to bring a chill, instantly lowering the temperature of the banquet. The Dwarf officers, filled with hostility towards him, stared at him with wide eyes, as if they wanted to glare him to death.
To these Dwarf officers, Unas was an outsider who was stealing their credit and money, and they wouldn't have given him a friendly look even without the bar and puppet incident.
But for Rendaen, Unas was his savior and a great contributor, having laid several important foundations for his throne. So, he laughed heartily and politely said, "Knight Unas, you're late. Three cups as punishment!"
"Thank you for the wine, my lord!" Unas stepped forward quickly, bowed slightly, and accepted the cup. He drank all three cups in one gulp. Dwarf ale was only slightly stronger than beer, and he could easily drink half a barrel at a time.
"Good!" Rendaen cheered loudly, and the Dwarf officers had no choice but to echo him. "Although you are a human, your generosity is no less than that of Dwarf. Come and sit next to me!"
The future king gave the order, and an opening was immediately made under the throne. Unas thought to himself, "They say there's no such thing as a good feast. What's with this guy being so enthusiastic? Is he planning to get me drunk and then have the executioners come and chop off my head? That would be too melodramatic."
After a few drinks and some casual conversation, Rendaen, as expected, had something to ask him, "I heard you took Moira with you?"
"Yes, according to the rules, she should be my spoils."
What are you going to do with her?
"Send her back to Ironforge. I've heard that Bronzebeard King is very generous, and he'll be even more generous to whoever returns his daughter." Actually, there's another reason: many freed human slaves need to pass through Ironforge on their way back to Stormwind City, so sending the Dwarf Princess back would be a good way to curry favor. This was Unas's original plan.
"I disagree," Rendaen said bluntly. "I don't care about a woman from the Bronzebeard Clan, but the child in her womb is Thaurissan's. I can't let his offspring slip through my fingers."
The Dwarf lord's considerations are understandable; if the child grows up and wants revenge for killing his father and seizing his kingdom, Unas will also be on his revenge list.
Unas scratched his head. "Your Excellency is truly farsighted. I hadn't thought that far ahead at all. So, in your opinion, how should this matter be resolved?"
"I know that killing an unborn child is against the code of Knight, so hand her over to me, and I will eliminate the threat completely!"