As mentioned before, Blackrock Spire was divided into upper and lower levels. The Dark Iron Dwarves lived below, while the Blackrock Orcs lived above. The two were not on friendly terms, but both were merely pawns, and both had someone to rely on. The Blackrock Orcs were servants of the Black Dragons in Blackwing Lair.
The Dark Iron Dwarves living in lower Blackrock Spire, meanwhile, were slaves of the Firelord. The two powers had nothing to do with one another in the first place, so cooperation was naturally out of the question. Because of Deathwing the Destroyer, however, their attitudes toward one another were somewhat ambiguous. In short, the Black Dragons and the Firelord would not fight, but true peace was impossible between the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Orcs, two extremely warlike races.
Of course, this had little to do with Dick's current predicament. But when he saw the six figures walking into the arena, his heart tightened uncontrollably.
They were six people he had formed bonds with since coming to this world.
Young Lady Jaina and Liadrin were two women he could never abandon, under any circumstances. Then there was Velinde, his Follower and soul-bound companion; Das and Demi, the Warriors who had followed him ever since the Temple of Atal'Hakkar; and finally Kanrethad, a dark walker whose relationship with Dick was rather complicated.
He had no need to get involved in this mess, but he had come anyway.
"Nefarian... this joke isn't funny at all!"
The Paladin clenched his fists. Like an enraged beast, he rose to lunge at the Blackrock King, but the instant he stood, four arms pinned him from behind and pressed him against the table, leaving him unable to move.
His icy expression brought a smile to the Blackrock King's face. Holding a