(Additional update for "Zinc Zinc Lighting" brothers [2/5])
After the Mount Hyjal war, the whole world that was noisy some time ago seemed to have become quiet.
The "news" worth mentioning in the past month or so is the return of Archbishop Alonsus Faol to Northern Borderlands with a mighty "army of believers".
The ostentation was very grand.
It is said that Kul Tiras's Prince personally escorted the archbishop back home with many battleships, and the Army of the Light composed of the mighty Paladin who believed in Holy Light and the legendary "Gray Knights" escorted him. Stormwind Kingdom and Draenei both sent guards.
None of the three warships could accommodate these men. Some meddlesome people boasted that when they left, no one could even stand at the Stormwind pier, forcing the Dalaran spellcasters to stand on the waves.
What's more, King Llane and Marshal Lothar and the archbishop burst into tears on the spot, mixed with scenes of love and hatred between the Northern Borderlands noble and the Southern Borderlands girl.
Very vulgar.
But there is no way, everyone likes this tune.
This very sacred army set off from Stormwind, passed through the sea area of Kazz Modan, and then stopped at Menethil Harbor. It is said that the archbishop will take a day to go to Faldir's Cove for Stromgarde Blessing, which has fallen into the "Land of Demons".
Then they will continue to go north, and finally reach Southshore, which was previously recaptured by Dragon Knight of Lordaeron.
In the second half, people from Lordaeron took over, escorting the archbishop through Silverpine Forest, Tirisfal Glades, Andorhal and then into the Stratholme area.
The end point of this "holy journey" is Light's Hope Chapel.
It is said that Archbishop Faol will temporarily designate it as a refuge area for all Northern Borderlands refugees. He gave a speech at the Stormwind pier, saying that Holy Light will shelter all those in need of help.
Ordinary people only think that this archbishop is really kind-hearted, but when this news reaches the ears of those keen people, it means a completely different meaning.
"Church of the Holy Light is taking sides!"
A voice sounded in the warm room, with a bit of sigh,
"These human beings Priest are really generous. Aren't they openly opposing Lordaeron's ambition to take the opportunity to expand into an "empire"? Light's Hope Chapel is within the borders of Lordaeron's country!
This archbishop is really not afraid of a sudden "fire" in his residence in the middle of the night."
"However, anyone who dares to do this kind of thing at this time is ostracizing himself as a believer. The terrible base of Holy Light's faith on the mainland determines that even if King Terenas doesn't like it, he must protect Archbishop Faol.
Whenever something happens to the archbishop in his territory, whether it was his fault or not, he will bear the blame."
Another voice sarcastically said:
"What's more, this archbishop participated in the Stormwind Kingdom's war and won. His reputation among humans has reached a peak that has never been reached by archbishops in previous generations. Speaking of which, Holy Light's faith is spreading rapidly among dwarves.
Well, this might be considered a potential threat...:"
The voice said this and then became quiet.
No one spoke anymore in the room, only the charcoal fire burning in the fireplace made a strange crackle. After a while, the two dwarves in the room talked about another thing in the silent atmosphere.
"If you are not going to execute me...:"
Emperor Sorissan, who was as black as carbon, glanced at the one in his hand and said to Princess Moira Bronzebeard dressed in Priest in front of her:
"Then let me go! What's the point of keeping me under house arrest like this?"
"Are you dreaming?"
Opposite him, Princess Bronzebeard, who captured him with her own hands, sneered and said:
"I spent so much money to kidnap you back, and you just want me to let you go with just one sentence? Just wait quietly, Father King and his staff are meeting overnight to discuss what to do with you.
The best result is to put you on the Great Forge, stab you in front of all the citizens, and use your head to commemorate the people who died in the constant attacks of the Dark Iron Dwarves over the years.
The worst outcome...
Oh, I heard that after you "disappeared", the various lords of Shadowforge City were very restless. It is said that they have begun to discuss summoning Fire Lord."
"Those idiots!"
Emperor Sorissan almost jumped.
Of course he knew what the lords under his demons were planning to do by summoning Fire Lord. This was clearly to ask the "Overlord" to issue an edict to designate the next ruler of Dark Iron Dwarves.
Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors foolishly used a spell of unknown origin to summon Fire Lord in an attempt to overturn the situation, but the entire clan became slaves of Fire Lord. The rule of the Thaurissan Family became a joke.
The bloodline of Highmountain King, which should have been noble, lost its meaning in the face of the "racial disaster" called the Curse of the Balrog.
For the leader of a group of slaves to call himself the "Emperor" is a fool's errand. Even Thorisson himself knows that he is actually just a "Dalit foreman" who helps Fire Lord manage the slaves.
Now that Thorisson is missing again, then whoever Fire Lord says is the Black Iron Emperor, that guy can openly ascend the throne surrounded by Fire Spirit Sages.
There will be no Dark Iron Dwarves missing the ridiculous loser he was.
"They must be stopped!"
Thorisson walked around Ironforge's room with his hands and feet. His eyes were as red as fire gems, and he yelled irritably:
"Those idiots have no idea what they are doing. Do they really think Fire Lord will protect them? Ridiculous! If they summon Dark Iron Dwarves once, it will be over. No, I have to go back!"
His eyes widened and he said to Moira Bronzebeard:
"Send me back to Shadowforge City, and after I stabilize the situation, I will give you as much Shadowforge City's wealth as you want!"
This request made Amora laugh out loud. She sneered and said:
"I think you are really crazy."
Princess Bronzebeard, who came to see her captive, put away the Goblin newspaper on the ground and turned around to leave. But as soon as she reached the door, she heard Emperor Sorissan say hoarsely:
"I heard before that you have a bad relationship with your father. Now that you have captured the leader of an enemy country, you should be the hero of your people. However, these days you just come to me when you have nothing to do... Isn't it because listening to the people's cheers is not enough to satisfy your vanity?
Or as an upright heir to the throne, staying in your father's court and participating in politics is not enough to further your ambitions?
Moira, stop pretending.
I am a prisoner who brought it, you didn't bring it, but you are also a prisoner!
If my guess is correct, your father did not reward you at all but reprimanded you for your boldness.
You secretly cooperated with Green Skins and violated the covenant between dwarves and humans. Although the human king did not pursue it, his letter was enough to ruin all your efforts!"
The Black Iron Emperor sneered a few times, sat back on his chair, admired Moira's hairstyle that was very pleasing to the eyes of dwarves, and said:
"You are very smart and ambitious, not to mention courageous, but your understanding of politics is still a little immature. In the eyes of your father, the biggest bonus is that you don't do anything wrong, but you are determined to prove yourself.
You did it, but the price was that Bronzebeard Kingdom's reputation was almost destroyed by you.
The relationship between you and your father was not good to begin with, and now that there is such a big stain, it is even more impossible for you to inherit the throne. What if... I mean, what if your two uncles suddenly gave birth to a son...:
It's not impossible, right?
Muradin and Brann, Prince, are notoriously bohemian. Who knows, they both suddenly developed a desire for "love" one day?"
Moira stopped.
She stared at the doorknob in front of her, and after a moment, she said:
"Don't even think about alienating Bronzebeard Family's family! Cunning thing."
"But you did nothing wrong, Your Highness the trapped princess."
Emperor Sorissan shrugged, and amid the noise, he said in a long voice:
"Everyone with a discerning eye knows that your father is at fault. Magni Bronzebeard respects tradition too much and is too stubborn. I have been at Ironforge for a month and a half, and I have hardly seen any important positions held by women.
You guys here look nice, but they are not as good as Wildhammer Clan, who is like a savage. At least their girl can still be Shaman.
In your place, women are only qualified to serve as men's assistants.
Let's do this, Moira,
Let's make a deal!
You send me back to Shadowforge City, help me put down the rebellion, and I will give you half of my power!
Burning Steppes and Blackrock Mountain belong to me, Searing Gorge belongs to you!
You become the lord there. Anyway, that place is now Thorium Brotherhood's territory. Those traitors helped you capture me. If they don't want to be counterattacked by Fire Lord's servants, they must find a thick enough thigh for themselves.
Don't you want power?
I give you the power!
I exchanged it for my freedom. You caught me here to get power, but your father obviously couldn't give it to you.
Instead of continuing to beg stubborn and stone-cold Magni to change his mind, why not go get what you desire yourself?"
Thorisson must be very anxious, otherwise this guy would not be able to say such a straightforward temptation.
However, what flows in Dark Iron Dwarves's veins is not blood but conspiracy, so Moira cannot believe his promise.
She sneered and opened the door and walked out, and then she heard the sound of angry yelling and the sound of smashing things in the house.
This made her bad mood feel better,
However, when she saw the four king's guards assigned by her father to "protect" her, the dwarf princess's smile faded.
She followed the guards back to their home, and Wen asked:
"My uncle has left?"
"Yes, Brann Bronzebeard Prince led the first group of members of Explorers' League to leave Ironforge. They plan to go to Kalimdor to inspect the ruins of Tauren there."
One of the king's guards said:
"It is said that the very tall Ms. Lelan hired them to carry out this project. It was also said that Vigilant was very interested in the history of Tauren.
I think this is bragging!
Draenei is an "alien". They have never seen Tauren before. Why are they interested in the history of Tauren? Maybe Brann Prince deliberately found a reason to go out and play."
"Oh, what kind of bad image does my uncle have in your eyes?"
Moira sighed painfully, and was about to ask about Muradin's situation and see if her second uncle, who had loved her since she was a child, could say a few words for her. Then she heard a loud noise coming from the front.
"Princess Moira! I was sent by your friend Rend. He has something to do with you! Ask your dwarves to let me go!"
A sharp shout sounded from the front, causing the princess to raise her head and see a Goblin businessman waving his hand towards her.
But he was stopped by several guards.
Ironforge is the forging, engineering and metal processing center of the Eastern Continent. It is normal for Goblin merchants to appear. Although the relationship between the dwarves and Goblin is not very good, the dwarves will not refuse the money sent to them. They need Goblin's "business network" to sell goods all over the world.
Moira blinked when she heard the word "Rend", she waved her hand over there and said:
"Let her come here, she is indeed my friend."
The dwarf guards immediately let them go. The Goblin businesswoman carrying a bag and wearing glasses snorted, walked over arrogantly, and said to Moira:
"Rend is waiting for you at Stonewrought Inn. He finally came over in person and wants to chat with his old friend."
"Rend entered Ironforge?"
The dwarf princess's eyes widened.
Is it okay for a Green Skins to walk around the dwarf city openly? If he is caught, his image with his father will be even worse.
So she hurried over in a hurry, but she didn't see a Green Skins in the famous Stonefire Hotel in the bustling business district. She only saw a bad-looking High Elf. The guy was sitting there eating and drinking in front of a fragrant apple-roasted suckling pig, drinking honey wine, and occasionally burping rudely.
The guests around me looked disgusted at this.
It's really rare for High Elf to look so "bold". What kind of hero is this guy?
That is to say, bullying Azeroth does not have a short video platform, otherwise Rend's appearance will probably alert Quel'Thalas in less than a minute. This is basically the same as pretending to be Quel'dorei and humiliating people outside, spinning around in circles,
Maybe it will alert the rangers and come to "enforce the law across provinces".
Moira can't stand it anymore.
She reached out and patted the armor-clad elf on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow her upstairs to the VIP room on the second floor.
The princess closed the door and asked in a low voice:
"You are so brave! Where did you get "Deceiver's Orb"?"
", I followed Hogger Wolfbrother to buy it from the Goblin merchant under Twin Colossals of Feralas. Hogger said it was useful, so I exchanged it with the loot. In the end, the guy was right."
Rend took off the purple orb from his waist, and his whole body changed back to Green Skins, who was struggling fiercely.
He took a nap, took out the dwarf pipe and held it in his mouth. He leaned against the window and observed the surroundings. He said in short, "Hogger and I brought a batch of Gnoll back, and we made a tribe over there at Black Morass. Then The nearby Green Skins Warrior has been incorporated by us, and now we plan to develop towards Blackrock Mountain. But neither I nor it knew what to do next, so I wanted to find the smartest guy among the people I knew.
Stop by Ironforge to sell stolen goods.
The batch of elf babies that Hogger brought back from Kalimdor are very valuable but also very hot. Goblin always lowers the price, and we don't want to be cheated by them anymore. By the way, you Ironforge Black Market from the dark alley are really awesome.
Those guys looked at the goods I brought and paid them on the spot without asking any questions. They were both professional and happy, amazing!"
It has been less than two months since "Battle of Mount Hyjal" ended, and you have done so many things? And who is "Hogger"?
Some powerful Warlord?"
Moira asked strangely.
After learning that Hogger was Gnoll, Moira's expression was extremely shocked. She felt as if she had encountered something "strange" again.
"Wait! Let me teach you."
The princess sat on a chair, rubbed her sore eyebrows, and said:
"You mean, you are working for a Gnoll now? And that Gnoll wants to open a road from Black Morass to Burning Steppes, and also plans to buy weapons, armor and firearms from Dark Iron Dwarves.
Not to mention what this guy is going to do with these things, are you crazy? Rend!
Stormwind Kingdom's border guards will not be polite to you.
What you need to do now is to keep a low profile. Even if you really want to develop, you will have to wait until Lothar starts to organize the army for the Northern Expedition. That will be a good time for your activities in the southern part of the mainland."
"Hey, you smart people really have the same idea! The same is said in "Blank Book" left by Orgrim to Hogger."
Rend laughed, blew out a smoke ring, and said:
"Don't worry, although that guy Hogger is a Gnoll, he is very stable in his work. He plans to take advantage of this period to summon Gnoll from the Stormwind Kingdom to Black Morass for military training. We are not interested in the difficult bones of Lothar.
The target of Hogger is a Gnoll Kingdom in "Dragon Isles", which is the trial given to it by Black Wolf God.
Goblin can help with the fleet matters, but we have to figure out the weapons ourselves.
Venture Company has been severely sanctioned by other Goblin Cartel wolves because of its relationship with War Horde. Now they have to keep a low profile and cannot engage in large-scale arms business.
Eastern Continent can get a complete system of weapons and armor, except for you, only Shadowforge City is left, but I don't think your father will sell us weapons.
By the way, Thorisson hasn't been killed yet, right?
And why are you dressed so plainly? Are those four dwarf guards spying on you?
This is not like hero treatment!"
"The matter is very complicated, Rend, I can't explain it in a sentence or two."
Moira is a little sad.
She didn't expect that after she had done so many things for her people, the person she could talk to with sincerity at this time was actually a Green Skins Warlord who had risked his life.
The words Thorisson said before echoed in her mind, like a little devil tempting Moira to make some dangerous decisions.
She knew that it was indeed impossible for her to take over the inheritance from her father. Her father, who valued Bronzebeard Kingdom's face above all else, would rather pass the throne to his second uncle than let a tainted princess succeed to the throne.
Moira doesn't necessarily want that throne. Her desire for power is not that strong, at least not yet.
She really just wanted to prove something.
"Say, Rend."
She suddenly asked:
"Do you think I can manage a group of Dark Iron Dwarves? Do you think they can listen to my orders?"
"You? Haha, you can't."
Rend, who had stayed at Blackrock Spire, waved his hand and said:
"The Black Iron Barbarians are fierce and cunning. They will not obey a Bronzebeard Dwarves, but if you knock them over, those boneless guys will kneel down and lick you, just like Orgrim once did."
"But I'm Priest, and fighting is not something I'm good at."
Moira complained, but Rend rolled his eyes and said:
"The famous Vigilant Saint is also a Priest. He is very good at fighting. So, this is your problem, Moira, not Holy Light's problem."
The princess did not expect that one day she would be taught a lesson by Green Skins, and she felt that this idiot Rend was deliberately imitating Orgrim Doomhammer's way of speaking. She was too lazy to expose this idiot Green Skins.
But then she moved her fingers, looked at Rend, and asked:
"How many Green Skins Warrior have you recruited?"
"There must be several thousand people. Most of the Warrior over there have been captured by humans to do hard labor. It is said that the Judgment will have to do hard labor in the Stormwind Kingdom for ten years and rebuild the kingdom they destroyed before they will be transferred to Mag'har."
Rend sighed and said:
"But even if we go back Draenor, we will still be exiled to a desert island. My sister... ahem, I have an informant there!
She told me that a new continent had appeared in my hometown. It was very dangerous and it was time to risk my life to open up the land.
I'm just waiting to see Black Wolf God's Hunting Pack come to pick us up.
Partnering up with Hogger is just a temporary place to go, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship between me and it."
"Then I'll hire you!"
Moira jumped off the chair and said to Rend:
"Thorisson told me that if we can help him solve the civil strife of Shadowforge City, he will hand over the rule of Searing Gorge to me. It used to be the mining area of the dwarf kingdom and was a truly prosperous place.
Thorium Brotherhood are our friends, they are the best group of blacksmiths in the world!
I hired you as thugs, and I've provided all your weapons, armor and supplies.
If I cannot inherit my father's kingdom, then I will create a kingdom for myself like my ancestor Highmountain King Modimus Anvilmar! If I have a child in the future, I will personally hand over my kingdom to him or her."
Rend blinked and blew out two columns of smoke from his nostrils. He stared at Moira and said:
"So, you are planning to...:"
"Rend, you Orcs Warlord, do you have the guts to rob prison in Ironforge?"
"The connection between the Elemental Realm and Material World is becoming closer. The elemental power in various places is increasing in an orderly manner. After breaking through a certain threshold, there will be explosive growth. By then, the world's power will rise to a higher level as a whole.
You'd better come back in time.
The fog on South Seas is about to Dispersion, and Pandaria, who has been isolated from the world for ten thousand years, is about to return."
The voice of Aegwynn sounded in the spirit of Diakum. This was a unique "secret message" between "Saviors". Facing the invitation of Star Soul Spokesperson, Vigilant, who was still purifying Divine Construct, said helplessly:
"I still have to wait a few days. The custom-made "weapon" is on its way back. I don't dare to let anyone else receive that dangerous thing on my behalf. If one person doesn't do it right, the entire Draenor will be implicated."
However, will the return of elemental power cause any problems?"
"This is what summons you back."
Aegwynn sighed and said:
"The three elements of Feng Shui and Earth are easy to talk about. They have no relatives in Material World, but Fire Lord will most likely take the opportunity to cause trouble!
Star Soul The mother means that she doesn't want to compromise with the duplicitous Elemental Lordss.
If the Elemental Lordss are not going to fulfill their duty to protect the world, then she will "fire" them.
Moreover, Fire Elementals of the Eastern Continent has been very restless these days... This is a bad sign!
World Mother needs you to become her Fist of Punishment."
"That's it."
Dick nodded and said:
"I will rush there as soon as possible. Not to brag, but I am quite familiar with Firelands."