Dark Iron Dwarves Can Only Win Wars Under the Leadership of Foreigners and Women - Bonus Chapter [7/5]

(Additional update for brother "Tao Shu Ke" [2/5])

"What! You said this is the most powerful treasure in your Thorium Brotherhood's hands, but in my opinion it's clearly garbage, okay?"

In the corner of Dark Iron Bar, Yrel put the heavy war hammer in his hand on the table with his hands on his hips.

As soon as she got it, Yrel, who had used various weapons in wars for a long time, knew that this was definitely a magic weapon. However, she looked disdainful at this moment, imitating Old Gani's previous speech and criticized it coldly:

"You said this thing was forged to fight against Fire Lord, but to make it a real artifact, you need to use the essence of the King of Li Demons.

Listen to this for yourself, are you sick?

I can get the essence of Fire Lord, so what else do I need your war hammer for?"

Little Hoof rolled his eyes and said:

"I heard that you Thorium Brotherhood are the most powerful forging masters among Dark Iron Dwarves, but the masters got together and came up with this thing?

Let me tell you, if your design idea is put in our Eredar's Arcane Academy's blacksmithing academy, you will get zero points, do you understand?"

"Ahem, even if you say so, it doesn't change the fact that this war hammer is very precious!"

Thorium Brotherhood's quartermaster blushed and spoke harshly.

Fortunately, Dark Iron Dwarves is as black as carbon, otherwise Yrel would have found out that he was not confident. He mumbled and said, "I admit that there are some problems with this design idea, but it is harmless. You must know that in order to forge this war hammer, we sent people to dig precious ores from Molten Core."

And you took the initiative to say you wanted to buy it!

It can't be cheaper."

"I am rich, but I am not the one who took advantage of me!"

Yrel opened his eyes wide and patted the table and said:

"This thing of yours is obviously useless, why do you charge me such an expensive crafting fee?

, just because it uses precious materials, I have to spend a lot of money?

You use the most luxurious materials to forge a trash can. No matter how beautiful it is, it can't change the reality that it has to hold garbage. People's trash cans are well-organized and useful, so what can you use your war hammer for?

If it was really as precious as you said, you wouldn't be able to take this thing out and sell it, right?

I've asked around, but no one has bought this thing after decades of displaying it.

You see, everyone knows the goods, and no one will spend a lot of money for garbage, so I will only pay you the cost... Just tell me whether I want to sell it or not!"

Facing Yrel's bargaining behavior, Dark Iron Dwarves looked helpless.

In the past, this kind of customer would have been driven away long ago. Dark Iron Dwarves's silly character highlighted a "buy if you like, but leave if you don't", and many times there would even be bad situations of "beating customers for no reason", which even forced Dark Iron Bar's owner Plagg to write a slogan on the wall of the bar saying "no beating of customers".

But now they couldn't afford to offend the man with blue leather hoofs in front of them.

They are here to help expel Fire Lord, and they are indeed powerful. Even the mice in Dark Iron Bar know the name of the famous Vigilant Saint.

Therefore, several Dark Iron Dwarves discussed it and finally agreed on the cost price given by Yrel.

The main reason is that after this unlucky warhammer was created, it has almost become the laughing stock of Dark Iron Bar for thirty years. If this "black history" is not dealt with, Thorium Brotherhood will really be infamy for thousands of years.

Riding on a horse!

Next time when those forging masters design weapons, they can't let them drink anymore! Look at what kind of garbage these bastards brainstorm after they drink too much.

Yrel snorted and threw out a few very high-quality gems.

This is her Light Weaver allowance for the past few months. Army of the Light's salary is still very generous.

However, after putting away the war hammer happily, Yrel took another look at the various weapons displayed by the Black Iron Quartermaster behind him.

You don't know if you don't see it, but you will be really surprised when you see it.

These black iron dwarves rely on the flame resistance given by Ragnaros, and are the One's blacksmiths who can forge weapons in magma. The quality of the weapons and armor they produce is as strong as Dark Iron Dwarves's reputation in deception.

The weapons produced by Lightforged Artificer are only at this level.

The main reason is that Eredar's skills are all focused on jewelry processing, and forging is indeed not their area of expertise.

"I'm going to make a big deal!"

Yrel said to the members of Thorium Brotherhood:

"We have been active in Azeroth for a long time, and the weapons and armor are all worn out. We can provide drawings and you can build weapons suitable for Lightforged. The price is easy to negotiate. The main thing is to complete it on time.

Moreover, I still have a batch of Light-Forged Dragon in need of armor.

The armor they want is very strange, can you make it?"

"Shout, there is nothing in this world that we Dark Iron Dwarves can't build! Bring me the drawings and let me take a look."

The other party accepted the transaction with confidence.

After a while, Captain Fariya, who had almost finished drinking and was reciting Holy Light scriptures to sober up, was called over.

After some exchanges, Light Weaver Warband found its own logistics supply in Azeroth, and Yrel, as the middleman, also received a customer fee.

She suddenly felt that she really had a talent for business.

Great Uncle, who was on duty outside the tavern and never drank, quickly received the gift. He looked at Yrel with surprise, and then at the absolutely exquisitely forged war hammer in his hand.

He didn't refuse. It was really time to replace his war hammer.

Great Uncle smiled and said:

"Thank you."

"You take good care of me, as you should."

Yrel smelled of alcohol and laughed and said:

"We will continue to cooperate in the future, my dear company commander, those dwarves said that using the essence of Fire Lord can make this war hammer an artifact that controls the flames. Don't rush to put the Naaru fragments in, wait until it is upgraded."

Anyway, we have to follow Commander Diakum to defeat Fire Lord, and this is also a matter of course."

After saying that, Yrel yawned, waved his hand and went back to Dark Iron Bar to rest.

After she left, Nubodon walked over with a glass of wine, looked Maraad up and down, took a sip of the wine, and Shaman said in a weird tone:

"You come from a big family, and the rules in the family are very strict. Yrel I'm afraid your status is a bit different, right? I heard that in Second Co-Governance Era's Eredar high-level circles, people who are well-matched are also very important."

"That was more than 20,000 years ago. No matter how glorious it was, now only Lelan and I are left in my family."

Great Uncle shook his head and said:

"For us, the One's most important identity is Holy Light Walker!"

"Humph, why don't you refute it?"

Nubodon complained:

"Yrel is not yet an adult. Suppress your restless heart. Be careful that your uncle Dick breaks your legs.

Look, Prince Kael'thas is here, and he disguises himself mysteriously.

These elves are just hypocritical."

"Are you crazy? Thorisson, listen to what you are saying?"

In Shadowforge City's "Hall of the Seven Sages", the Dark Iron Dwarves lords who were summoned were all shocked. In the cemetery of the Black Iron Royal Family, Dagran Thaurissan, who was wearing a king's robe but could not hide himself as a wolf and fox, turned his back to them and just gave a terrible order.

"You want us to resist Ragnaros?"

The "inquisitor" Gestahn who presided over the law for Shadowforge City shouted:

"You want us to resist the master of Black Iron? I think you are out of your mind. How can we, mortal bodies, be Fire Lord's opponents?"

"Yeah, just hide this nonsense in your heart."

The warden of Shadowforge City "Dog Handler" Grebmar whispered timidly:

"If those Fire Spirit Sages knew about this, everyone would be miserable and keep walking around."

"You."

Emperor Sorissan sighed.

He looked at the seven coffins placed in the hall in front of him. Sleeping here were seven leaders who had made great contributions to Dark Iron Dwarves's civilization. They were respected and worshiped by all Dark Iron Dwarves.

This hall is the place where Shadowforge City the One truly has "faith".

He turned around, looked at the lords under his demons, and said:

"Where is your courage? You all know what will happen to everyone once Fire Lord enters Material World!

It is not only Elemental Lords in this world, but its relationship with the other three monarchs is so bad. These things are recorded in Trolls and the elves' classics.

Ragnaros will definitely start an elemental war, and then we will be cannon fodder!

I started from the welfare of Dark Iron Dwarves.::"

"Shit's blessing!"

Stilgiss, the "warden" who hosted Order Arena, interrupted Thorisson's earnest words.

This black iron flame Warlock scolded:

"For the sake of Dark Iron Dwarves's welfare, please tell us clearly where you have been for more than a month? Thorisson, how did you survive Bronzebeard Dwarves's imprisonment? How do we know if you licked Magni Bronzebeard's indigo eyes to retain your head!

The most important thing is, you started such a big thing as soon as you came back. How do you make us believe that this is not a conspiracy by Bronzebeard Dwarves to subvert Shadowforge City?

Humph, let me speak more directly!"

The sinister Warlock said coldly:

"Have you surrendered? Are you really qualified to sit on the Black Iron Throne?"

The atmosphere in Hall of the Seven Sages instantly turned cold.

Several Angerforge Generals in charge of security around them exchanged glances with each other. After the mysterious death of their leader Angerforge General, these guys seemed to have chosen a new lord to serve under in the chaos.

Another military commander of Shadowforge City, Agmanci, who is also the Black Iron Lord, was strangely silent at this time.

It's like being an outsider.

"Haha, let me tell you how you convinced those weak congressmen to agree to summon Fire Lord!"

Thorisson shouted:

"Okay, the traitor jumped out on his own! Stilgiss, do you want to sit on this throne that only members of the Thaurissan Family can sit on?"

"Don't be stupid, Thorisson. After your grandparents lost their power and humiliated the country and lost the war, Thaurissan Family is no longer qualified to lead Dark Iron Dwarves.

Listen to me clearly!

The reason why you are still qualified to be the king is not because you are a blood descendant of Modimus Anvilmar, but because your family was designated by Ragnaros as the leader of Dark Iron Dwarves."

The warden pointed at Thorisson's nose unceremoniously and cursed:

"Fire Lord doesn't care about the dwarf's inheritance sequence. It can designate you just as it can designate other people. To it, whoever sits on the throne is the same. They are just the foreman of its slaves.

Being a slave leader really makes you proud!

I don't want to be a king, and the order to summon Fire Lord was not issued by us. No one here betrays you.

But no one really obeys you.

Don't act like a king in front of us, please make things clear first."

"Yes, Thorisson, it was those fire demons who asked us to summon Fire Lord."

Dog Handler whispered:

"An "ambassador" from Firelands announced the order in the King's Hall. Ragnaros sensed the vulnerability of the Elemental Realm, and it was eager to enter Material World. In fact, if we hadn't instructed the members to delay the discussion, the ceremony might have been held a week ago.

We learned that Thorium Brotherhood interrupted the ceremony, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

It's not that we don't want to resist, idiots can't survive in the intrigues of Shadowforge City. Everyone knows that once Fire Lord comes, everyone's life will not be easy.

But the problem is...

You have to come up with something!

You can't just say you want to resist, you have to give everyone a charter."

"What else do you need bylaws?"

Thorisson sighed and said:

"Open the rift leading to Firelands, everyone rush in and kill Fire Lord! If it doesn't die, our curse will never be solved. Dark Iron Dwarves can't raise its head on the mainland with this curse!

Bronzebeard and Wildhammer treat us as a joke.

The most terrible thing is that we ourselves, who are riding horses, have become a joke. Where is our integrity as dwarves?

What about the dwarves' iconic hard bones?

None, even the women from Bronzebeard Dwarves have more courage than us."

He paused, looked at his lords, and said:

"I'll tell you the truth, I invited Vigilant and his demonic warriors Lightforged, as well as Flame Druids and Sunwalker Tauren from Kalimdor.

I even found a way to find a relationship and invited Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider of Quel'Thalas to participate in this resistance. We were suppressed by Fire Lord, making it difficult for Dark Iron Dwarves to give birth to a truly strong man in these hundreds of years. The flames deprived us of our power, but we could find friends to help us resist the dangerous Elemental Lords.

We just have to hold on at Firelands!

The best thing about persisting until the moment of victory in the war is that Fire Lord gives us the blessing of fire, which means that as long as we get the chance, we can freely enter and exit Firelands.

That will become Dark Iron Dwarves's "back garden".

But this requires you to be firm and mobilize your own forces..."

Dark Iron Lords, look at me and I look at you. Except for Warden Stilgiss who sneered at this whimsical plan, everyone else was hesitant and undecided.

After a while, someone said:

"What about those fire demons? If we go to Firelands, the fire demons must lead the way...:"

"Oh, don't worry about them."

Thorisson took out his pocket watch and checked the time, then made a gesture to Angerforge General who was guarding the Hall of the Seven Sages door. The latter was stunned for a moment, glanced at one of the lords, and after receiving permission, he reached out and pushed the door open.

Almost at the same time, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the door.

As the Dark Iron Dwarvess watched in shock, a short man in a cloak strode forward, escorted by a large group of extremely fierce and violent Green Skins Orcs Warriors.

Angerforge General recognized the identity of the short man. He tried to stop him, but in the next second he was beheaded by a flying tomahawk.

Hogger Wolfbrother holding the battle ax let out a Black Wolf roar, and the lurking Ghost Wolfs sprang out of the shadows one after another, and gave low roars to these black iron lords.

At this time, all the lords realized that they had been tricked.

Damn Thorisson fooled them! This guy has no intention of negotiating with them to resolve the issue.

He was just stalling for time.

"Bang"

A fire demon's head was thrown into Hall of the Seven Sages by Rend Blackhand. The Orcs Warrior behind him kept throwing the fire demon's heads, one after another, and finally formed a hill.

The pungent smell of blood made the sacred Hall of the Seven Sages look like a slaughterhouse.

But not all the fire demons were killed. There was another one who was tied with elemental chains and dragged into the hall like a slave by Maim.

This is the fire demon ambassador who was sent from Firelands to Shadowforge City. Its tail was cut off, and its face covered with scales like Naga was full of fear.

Oh, there are cowards among the Fire Lord's creations.

"I told you, you don't have to worry about the fire demon."

Thorisson is no longer installed.

He stood on the steps and called his true allies to stand beside him. He said to the Dark Iron Lords:

"I am the king! I don't want my people to think that I am the king because of the designation of Ragnaros,

So I want to resist it! It was my grandfather and grandmother who caused the disaster. Three hundred years later, I, Thorisson, will also end the disaster with my own hands.

And you.::

You must take your troops to go to Firelands with me and hold on until the last moment. We will either come back with victory and completely wash away the shame of Dark Iron Dwarves as a coward, or we will all die there together!

Finally, I would like to solemnly introduce to you my designated "Black Iron Grand Chancellor" Moira Bronzebeard female soil."

Thorisson made a "please" gesture.

Princess Moira hesitated for a moment. Under the surprised, shocked or angry gazes of the black iron lords, she took a deep breath, opened her hood, and revealed her face that belonged to Bronzebeard Dwarves.

She said to them:

"Angerforge General died in my hands. That was the first Dark Iron Dwarves I killed. The black iron thugs you sent to invade Thelsamar are all dead! It was I who gave the order to kill them.

If this counts as a gain, then the number of Dark Iron Dwarvess that have died in my hands has exceeded 3,000, and I don't mind killing a few more:

Thorisson His Majesty is concerned about human feelings, so there are some things he cannot say too directly.

I'll say it for him!

You can either become the pioneer of the Dark Iron Kingdom or be buried in Hall of the Seven Sages as a coward. You have to make a decision before you can walk out of this door.

Now that the fire demons are all dead, even if you want to kneel down, think carefully about whether Ragnaros will accept you again!"

Moira waved his hand, and the Orcss smiled and mentioned the finely crafted tomahawks they got from Thorium Brotherhood. This guy Rend even changed his weapon from gun to gun, holding a cool "Nightfall" tomahawk and staring at the necks of these short people.

He followed Orgrim and fought against Dark Iron Dwarves, and he knew that these guys were a bunch of cheap people.

Hogger is standing in the shadow next to him.

It watched with a "learning" look how Moira intimidated its opponents and turned them into its own.

Hogger thinks this is very useful and I will definitely use it in the future.

"Then there is only one choice!"

The inquisitor Stilgiss who was just angry Thorisson stepped forward, broke his flame Warlock staff, and held it high.

He said loudly:

"I will obey the orders of the "Iron-Blooded Prime Minister", and the Warlocks under me will be used by you, with all due respect..."

This guy glanced at Thorisson and whispered:

"Ms. Moira, you are obviously more suitable to be a leader than the weak Thorisson."

"I will not become the leader of Dark Iron Dwarves. In my heart, I am only grateful to His Majesty Thorisson for taking me in."

Moira refused immediately.

But in her heart, a voice roared:

"I was once satisfied with becoming the Searing Gorge lord under the Thorisson demon, but now I have greater ambitions and desires.

The isolation of the three tribes of dwarves has lasted for three hundred years, which is really stupid.

I am a descendant of Highmountain King!

I want to rebuild the dwarf kingdom of Highmountain King and turn the land from Aerie Peak to Burning Steppes into our territory!

You are also the descendants of Modimus Anvilmar, Dark Iron Dwarves.

You should also rise up for the glory of your ancestors.

Yes."

Bronzebeard clenched her fists and shouted loudly in her heart:

"I want to become the second Highmountain King. I will no longer be weak and pray for my father to face me. Those things I long for,

I want to get it with my own hands, just like Marshal Lothar once encouraged... Ah, it turns out that was what he meant at the time."