The loss of Staff of Sargeras makes it impossible to "open the door" at will, leaving Aegwynn and Diakum to go to Ironforge through the magic door of the Karazhan teleportation hall. It is quite similar to the helplessness and desolation of a rich man who has lost his "private jet" and can only go to work in a super car.
But fortunately, this semi-permanent portal has fixed spatial coordinates at both ends, making it much safer than temporary portals.
And they didn't go alone.
Moroes provides a "casting bodyguard" for two distinguished persons. Although with the ability of these two people, the entire Azeroth can walk sideways, but the distinguished persons cannot personally deal with everything they encounter, so attendants who can do the work and support the scene are still necessary.
Thirty Light Eater battle mages who had been carefully "trained" followed Dick into Ironforge's Hall of Mysteries.
The Nightborne elves wearing Karazhan's standard violet robes were very well-mannered and proficient in security work. When they rushed out of the portal, they formed a very professional security formation nearby, led by "The Steadfast" Runas.
This guy held Star-Moon Wand, threw VanCleef surrounding detection magic, and looked at the frightened dwarves and dwarf spellcasters in Hall of Mysteries warily, as if there was a Old God among them who was ready to assassinate Vigilant at any time.
This style is indeed a bit too "high-profile", which makes Diakum, who has always been low-key, a little uncomfortable.
"We are just passing by, don't disturb people like this, put away all your detection magic! This is very rude... Didn't you see that the dwarf Warlock next to you disguised as a mage was almost scared to death?
Why don't you drag him out quickly to change into a pair of pants? Isn't it disgusting?"
Dick scolded.
Immediately, two Nightborne rushed up and dragged the screaming dwarf Warlock out of the hall. Another Light Eater took out a magic broom and quickly swept away the dirt on the ground. The floor was polished so brightly that the figures of people could be seen.
I can only say that this guy Moroes is really good in this area. Look at all these sloppy Nightbornes who have been trained into talents.
The manager of Hall of Mysteries heard the news and ran out to greet him, and invited the distinguished Saint to the King's Hall. After receiving the news, His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard temporarily put aside the matter at hand and made a special trip to welcome the arrival of Vigilant.
"In fact, no large-scale conflict broke out between the two sides at Menethil Harbor. The Lordaeron navy that occupied the place decisively retreated after seeing Marshal Lothar leading its troops to land on the swamp coast."
Magni Bronzebeard is very haggard.
The king's haggardness not only comes from the recent war, but also from the various "trouble" caused by his daughter. The dwarf kingdom has been very unstable recently, which has greatly affected Magni Bronzebeard's energy.
But he still picked up his energy and explained to Vigilant, who was listening carefully, and Aegwynn, who was transformed into Raven Form and stood on a sculpture in the King's Hall:
"Menethil Harbor's casualties all come from the evil deeds of Tidesages who set off a storm and swept the port. We lost nearly a hundred people, and the guards in the city were disarmed and imprisoned.
The good news is that those Dragonborn did not abuse them.
The bad news is that all usable supplies in Menethil Harbor have been looted!
They didn't even pay!
They roughly stole enough armor and weapons to arm thousands of people, several ships of gunpowder and some cannons prepared for Marshal Lothar, various precious ores, and a batch of Lightforged Steel that the dwarves Paladin and Priest had just prepared.
That was supposed to be the sacred object sent to Light's Hope Chapel."
The king was very angry.
Even for Ironforge, who has a big family and a big business, such a loss can be considered a traumatic experience.
Menethil Harbor is the window for the Bronzebeard Kingdom's foreign trade and their the One port. The dwarves rely on this place to transport supplies for their forging business. Lordaeron's navy took advantage of this and took advantage of the chaos of Quel'Thalas to strike hard at the dwarves.
"This is a demonstration and a warning."
Diakum said seriously:
"I guess, King Terenas left you a letter?"
"He asked me to accept the goodwill of the so-called "Lordaeron Empire" and to keep the dwarves away from the army of Lothar Yuanshi. Otherwise, when they sweep across the central part of the continent, Khaz Modan will surely suffer revenge.
They are humiliating me and the entire dwarf kingdom!
Magni's eyes Gleam were filled with anger, and he scolded:
"The king of Dragonborn thought he could scare us like this. He really underestimated the courage of the descendants of Highmountain King. I have ordered to provide the best military supplies to Marshal Lothar's army.
My younger brother Muradin has also been appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Dwarf Vengeance Army. The Stormpike Dwarvess who are most capable of fighting will follow Marshal Lothar to launch an attack on Northern Borderlands.
They shamelessly stole our wealth and humiliated the dwarves, so let the arrogant Lordaeron people repay with their blood!"
"Marshal Lothar's next plan is Arathi Highlands, right?"
Dick asked, the dwarf king nodded, sat in his warm throne and said:
"According to the information I got, Lothar is preparing to "advance by sea and land". He leads Seventh Legion to Thandol Span and enters Arathi Highlands, and Kul Tiras's fleet will conduct a military operation on Faldir's Cove below Stromgarde. Once it is occupied, it can use troop transports to transport Warrior to the shore.
Lothar will launch an attack on Stromgarde in five days. It can be said that the two come back at the right time.
I heard that your iconic "Exodar" spaceship has also appeared near Arathi Highlands, and your Lightforgeds will participate in the great recovery of Stromgarde."
"It should be so, that is the land of the devil, the place where Holy Light must shine."
Vigilant nodded solemnly. He glanced at the sand table Magni placed in the king's hall, pointed at the Wetlands mountainous area shaped in the sand table, and said to the dwarf king:
"I heard that a black dragon appeared near here?"
"Well, to be precise, it's near the old city of Wildhammer Dwarves, in Grim Batol."
Magni stood up, walked to the sand table, picked up an exquisite putter, pointed at the lifelike city model in the mountainous area, and said to Vigilant:
"The city was abandoned at the end of War of the Three Hammers, and Wildhammer Dwarves had no choice but to abandon it. The vicious Black Iron Witch Queen Modgud put a curse on that city, causing it to be "haunted" all the time.
After driving many dwarves crazy, Wildhammer Clan had to move away from home, but they have been monitoring their old city.
The black dragon that appeared there was also the first one they discovered.
Those black dragons must have been engaged in some shady plots in that city in recent months. The black dragons that are now hostile to them are said to be from overseas Broken Isles, but in my opinion there is no difference.
Black dragons are all equally evil!
What they did at the Lordaron Kingdom proves it.
But the leader of those "Black Dragon Resistors" is a strange Tauren. He visited me a few days ago. The guy was very polite and quite grand.
It chatted with me some anecdotes about War of the Ancients, and told me the legendary story of Highmountain Tauren's hero Huln Highmountain."
Having said this, the dwarf king flicked his tongue and said with a strange expression:
"That guy's eloquence is really good. When he tells the story, it makes people feel immersed in the situation. However, the content of the story is too exaggerated. I don't really believe that a mortal can block the portal and slaughter the demon Burning Legion.
Not every mortal can achieve those exaggerated feats like you.
Oh, the guy named "Blackhorn" also left his contact information!
They very much welcome Bronzebeard Dwarves's willingness to participate in the operation to regain Grim Batol. After all, Wetlands is our territory, but Bronzebeard Dwarves really can't allocate enough manpower to help our Wildhammer brothers regain their homeland. They can only provide some weapon support.
Dark Iron Dwarves's frequent activities at the border indicate war, and I must defend against it."
Magni Bronzebeard stared at Diakum with a "gloomy" look.
Although there is no substantial evidence, his daughter Moira is deeply involved in the Dark Iron Kingdom's politics, and the Saint in front of her has made "great efforts".
Diakum did not explain his relationship with Moira, he just stood up and said:
"My demon also has a pure black dragon working for Holy Light, so I have reason to participate in the purification of Grim Batol. If you are willing, I can participate as "Ironforge King's Envoy".
In this way, you have an explanation for the Wildhammer Clan's request for help."
"Well, that's really great. You are indeed the righteous person of Holy Light! You will not turn a blind eye to any dark things. Although you are as tall as a mountain, there is no doubt that you are a real "Honorary Dwarf".
He is our sincere friend forever."
Magni's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed to this statement. After giving some abstract praise, he appointed Diakum as "Ironforge Honorary Champion" on the spot, authorizing him to take full responsibility for representing Bronzebeard Dwarves in participating in Grim Batol's affairs.
He has no friendship with Diakum, but he knows the ability of Saint.
With his intervention, Wetlands's black dragon trouble can be easily eliminated.
As a king, Magni Bronzebeard can also feel the "hint" of Vigilant Saint doing this.
Dick solves the black dragon problem for the dwarves, and Magni no longer blames Diakum for the failure of family education.
One fact that both of them know is that given the complicated relationship between Moira and her father, even without the intervention of Diakum, the defection of the dwarf princess is only a matter of time.
However, Magni is a real dwarf in terms of "stubbornness". In the official history, he and his daughter did not truly reconcile until he experienced a very complicated life, even "life and death".
That was even after he already had grandchildren and heirs.
From a dark perspective, Dick feels that in the official history, part of the reason for the reconciliation of the dwarf king and his family is that Magni finally satisfied his desire to have a "male heir".
Alas, the stone heads of the dwarves are like this. When they are stubborn, they can make onlookers so angry that they have cerebral hemorrhage.
After the two parties agreed, Magni planned to send a Gryphon Rider to send Diakum near Grim Batol but was declined by Vigilant. He finally came to Kazz Modan to experience the local "customs and customs".
Therefore, Dick finally chose a vehicle with "Kazz Modan style".
A Gnomish Transport Plane with a cool "shark head" painting.
In the back mountain military airport of Ironforge, in the white snow, the "air force" made by the dwarfs for the dwarves is stationed here.
There are more than a dozen Engineering Gyrocopters of reconnaissance type, as well as propeller-powered fixed-wing bombers. These look like "World War II style" aircraft with large-caliber Steam Autocannons installed on the front end, which looks very powerful.
But it really just looks like it.
Once this thing is taken apart, if you ask an ace ground crew from the World War II era to come over, it will definitely not be able to assemble it.
This is "fantasy technology" in the true sense.
Anyway, Diakum is hard to understand why a wooden airplane needs to be equipped with such a high-precision gadget as a "gyroscope".
"Your weight is too exaggerated, Diakum the Saint. This transport aircraft of ours can carry one Steam Tank, but now just transporting you is already close to the load limit."
The shrill voice of the dwarf pilot wearing flying glasses and a cool flight jacket, accompanied by the roar of propellers and engines, echoed in the cold airspace of Kazz Modan, making the Diakum in the cabin regret very much that he had to experience this "dwarf technology".
The main reason is that there is no sense of security.
This crappy toy looked decent from the outside, but after it took off, its violent shaking and the sound of the colliding parts made Diakum feel like this thing would fall out of control at any time.
Although he would definitely not die if he fell from a high altitude, we still don't know how these dwarfs designed the aircraft and how they made it into reality.
Are the parts tolerances of your aircraft too exaggerated?
"Haha, after your Excellency Ovospark returns from Pandaria with the knowledge of Titan, you'd better redesign these aircraft."
Diakum shouted loudly to the two dwarf pilots:
"Replace this crappy engine with electric propulsion. The noise it makes when flying will make Harpy so noisy that it won't lay eggs."
"Yes, yes, we heard about Mogu's terrifying technological strength. Ovospark sent back some information. We will soon replace all mechanical engines with energy-driven ones."
The dwarf pilot with a mohawk and dyed his hair red shouted:
"You will be able to ride on a quiet and comfortable super-large transport aircraft next time you come. Artificers' Council is discussing the design of the next generation of "airships". We plan to bring combat aviation to the sky! Well, leave the sea to the Kul Tiras people. The sky of this world will be controlled by dwarfs!
Long live technology!
Long live the tech geeks!"
"Well, I advise you not to be so ambitious and to understand the concept of "air combat" first. Azeroth's flying creatures are too diverse."
Diakum complained:
"I won't mention the giant dragon. Just those dragons and the family members of Loa God are not something that your crappy plane can deal with. Forget it, I'm not a professional engineer, so I won't give you any advice.
How long does it take to reach Grim Batol?"
"In ten minutes!"
The dwarf screamed:
"Are you planning to parachute? We have prepared a special parachute for you, the kind used by Steam Tank!"
"No, I can just jump off. Gravity can't kill me, but the noise of your plane can."
Diakum made a very harsh comment.
He chanted scriptures in the cabin in an attempt to "Calm the Machine Spirit" and let the broken plane wait for a long time before it disintegrated after he jumped out.
Vigilant, who had never felt that ten minutes in his life were so long, finally arrived over Grim Batol. When the cabin door opened, Vigilant jumped out without hesitation.
The sultry wind of Wetlands blew against him, causing him to fall in the air at a speed of free fall. There was a looming light in the mountainous area, which was the teleported Aegwynn guiding him to the direction of landing.
Dick shot a beam of Holy Light energy behind him, allowing himself to change his position in the air, constantly fine-tuning the landing point and crashing into the mountainous area near Grim Batol. When he landed, his golden wings suddenly opened. After several beats, he lost his power and landed on the ground, creating an impact crater.
He could actually wrap himself up with the simpler and more crude Divine Shield and smash it down.
But this is not an "orbital strike", and there is no need to use such an extreme landing method.
"I told you to teleport here with us."
Seeing Diakum's terrible expression, Aegwynn couldn't help but complain:
"Back then, the gnomes invited me to ride on their Gyrocopter. At that time, I was "young and ignorant" and tried it once. Since then, I have stayed away from all the creations of the gnomes.
Those guys do have smart minds, but they never consider the "ride comfort" of their creations.
It is estimated that only rough races like dwarves and gnomes can withstand that kind of terrible noise and abnormal noise. Okay, don't be so grim. I have already contacted Onyxia and the leader of the Black Dragon Resistance Army.
They'll be here soon.
In fact, they have already broken into the outer layer of Grim Batol and captured some baby dragons. Even if we don't come, this matter can be over within a few days."
"No, we have to come."
Dick looked back at the dwarf city built on the ridge, and he said:
"On the one hand, the problem of Dragon Mother Sinestra has to be solved by me. On the other hand, the dark power of Grim Batol was released by Xal'atath with the help of Black Iron Witch Queen Modgud.
This is the place to study the power sample of Void Herald.
I have to figure out her power tendencies.
They're coming!"
As soon as Dick finished speaking, there was a ray of light Gleam in the sky, and then Onyxia's exaggerated body fell from the sky and hit the valley like a meteorite.
When she spread her spiked wings and glided down near the Light Eater elves' camp, with the light vibration of the ground, another guest also appeared at the edge of the camp.
A black Tauren.
The biggest difference between it and Cairne Bloodhoof and Hamuul is that this guy has huge antlers on his head.
This makes it look taller and larger than the Tauren of Desolace.
But other than that, there is no essential difference between it and other Tauren.
This big black bull is wearing a very religious robe, carrying a huge and exquisite totem, holding a peculiar animal bone incense burner in his hand, and holding a simple stone hammer in his hand.
"You actually brought all these things?"
Diakum looked at the Stone Hammer with a hint of resistance and disgust, waved his hand and said:
"Put it away, Blackhorn! For your own safety."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard about some of your taboos from my "sister", and I was negligent."
The big black cow apologized in a gentle tone and threw it away. The stone hammer hit the ground and disappeared into the earth as if it "melted".
This scene made the Light Eater elves next to them who were preparing a temporary resting camp for the distinguished people and even opened their picnic umbrellas and were making tea very curious.
They clearly did not feel any magic power fluctuations, which indicated that the inconspicuous stone hammer might be a magical object that they could not understand.
"Your sister?"
Aegwynn looked at Blackhorn curiously.
She could tell that this guy had a phantom, but there was a strange power that prevented Aegwynn from seeing clearly the body under the phantom. This was really a magical experience.
"Yes, my sister, although she still doesn't want to admit that I am related to her, the fact cannot be changed."
Blackhorn looked at Onyxia, who was coming in human form, waving its tail and saying:
"Oni and I have the same father. Compared to her experience with poor Nefarian, my life is obviously much happier and brighter. In fact, before I was found by Sabellian, I had no intention of getting involved in Black Dragonflight's affairs...:"
"You don't have to reiterate this point, Blackhorn."
Onyxia stood next to Diakum, and she said in an unhappy tone:
"You said this to everyone you met, but now everyone knows that you are actually a black dragon who wants to be Tauren. It really embarrasses us!"
"However, the fact is that I have the body of a black dragon, but my self-perception is that of an elder Highmountain Tauren."
Blackhorn sighed sadly and said:
"It's a pity that one cannot choose one's birth. Sabellian convinced me. It made me realize that there are some things that I cannot escape. Those common dark memories must be cleared away before I can embark on the future that I desire."
Therefore, I am here and will participate in the "funeral" for Black Dragonflight."
It raised its head, looked at Diakum, and asked:
"You came here for this reason, right? Vigilant Saint, can I ask you something?"
"Don't agree to it!"
Black Dragon Princess gritted his teeth and said:
"It learned about the power of your Flesh Remolding from me, and it wants you to make him a high mountain race. It wants to get rid of its black dragon identity. It is really a coward."
"Don't misinterpret my meaning, sister!"
Blackhorn said seriously:
"I hope your Excellency Diakum can separate "Spiritwalker Blackhorn" and "Black Dragon Ebyssian",
Just as I admit that I am responsible for Black Dragonflight.
I have protected the descendants of Huln for the past ten thousand years, and I also have my own responsibility towards Highmountain.
You and Sabellian both want to rebuild Black Dragonflight. You both invited me. I can't refuse, but I can't give up my other responsibility.
I don't know how to split my time, so perhaps it would be better for me, you, and Highmountain to completely separate the two identities.
What do you think?"