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Upper Blackrock Spire had been destroyed.
To be precise, after Kaz'rogal had reduced Upper Blackrock Spire to rubble and disappeared into a spatial rift with a wild laugh, the Dark Iron Dwarves had immediately rushed into the ruins and driven out every last one of the Blackrock Orcs, who were barely clinging to life and had lost their chieftain!
Of course, Thaurissan had not taken things too far. He had not ordered the extermination of the panicking Blackrock Orcs, Bramblethorn Trolls, and ogres, merely banishing them to the vast Burning Steppes. The Dark Iron Dwarves preferred living in caves, and Searing Gorge, which they controlled, was rich in minerals, so they had no need for the Burning Steppes.
However, the Dark Iron Dwarves had not managed to reclaim all of Upper Blackrock Spire, because a large host of demons had already settled near the former Blackrock Arena. These hideous creatures were the ones Doom Lord Kaz'rogal had summoned to help him fight by tearing open space. After Kaz'rogal gained his freedom and vanished from this world completely, these forgotten creatures, nearly four thousand strong, had simply decided to claim the territory for themselves!
A third of Blackrock Spire had become a gathering place for demons. Faced with these crazed demons, even the brave dwarves cautiously halted their advance and built a new defensive line among the ruins, apparently intending to isolate them.
The whole process had taken nearly half a month. Dick had also sent away the more seriously injured members of the group, Das and Demitier, along with Liadrin, who was very reluctant to leave. The High Elf lady had exhausted herself too severely and needed