The Dark Iron Dwarves were in a miserable situation!
They had been enslaved by the Firelord for hundreds of years.
Now the rampaging Black Dragon Prince had seized most of their territory.
But Herad had no sympathy for them.
These fellows had only themselves to blame for being enslaved by the Firelord.
Blindly pursuing the power to exact revenge, they had summoned a powerful being they could not control.
Then countless volcanoes had appeared at the summoning site, creating the Burning Steppes and Searing Gorge.
The aftershocks of destruction had spread into the surrounding regions.
The catastrophe had killed untold tens of thousands in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
That was without even mentioning the earth-shattering earthquake.
The scorching volcanic ash alone could choke humans to death.
Although the Dark Iron Dwarves had fire resistance, they had also suffered heavy casualties.
Large stretches of uninhabitable land had been abandoned entirely, becoming desolate, uninhabited zones.
The Blackrock Mountain Range, stretching thousands of kilometers, had completely severed transportation between the continent's north and south.
In the game, Stormwind City in the south and Ironforge in the north relied on an undersea subway tunnel for travel between them.
The alternative was to fly over the Blackrock Mountain Range on aerial transport such as Gryphons and Goblin airships.
Travel in reality was even more difficult.
There was certainly no undersea tunnel; instead, people took ships around by sea.
And all of this was the Dark Iron Dwarves' fault!
Who would help a race that deserved its fate?
Of course, if Ragnaros the Firelord could drop materials for crafting legendary weapons as he did in the game, Herad would not mind helping kill him.
Unfortunately, monsters in reality did not drop equipment.
So who would be foolish enough to charge into lava and kill an incredibly