While Dick and his companions fought Ragnaros, Thaurissan stood anxiously on the broken steel bridge outside the gates of the Molten Core, gazing into the cavern completely covered in magma.
He was agitated, but he could do nothing except wait.
The Firelord's curse ran deep in the blood and souls of the Dark Iron Dwarves, leaving them unable to muster even a thought of resistance when facing the King of Flame. So after clearing out most of the Fire Elemental soldiers, Thaurissan had strictly ordered all surviving soldiers to withdraw from the Molten Core. Only he and the other high-ranking Dwarves remained at the cavern entrance.
Their strength was enough to offer a faint resistance to the call rising from the depths of their souls, urging them to join the battle!
Thaurissan knew that once they entered the battlefield, they would inevitably become enemies of Dick and his companions. The Dark Iron Emperor himself even gripped the bloodstained warhammer, the Dissenter, and had Puppet Commander Argelmach blow up the bridge leading to the Inner Ring. He stood guard over this unavoidable route.
If anyone in Shadowforge City behind him faltered in their resolve and tried to rush into the cavern, his warhammer would fall upon them.
This battle would decide the very survival of the Dark Iron Dwarves. There could be no room for carelessness!
This was no pointless gesture. Thaurissan had already personally killed more than twenty Dark Iron Conjurers who could not resist the call within them and had tried to rush into the cavern. More than a dozen wronged souls had also fallen beneath General Angerforge's longsword.
"Your Majesty! Must we simply wait here in anguish?"
General Angerforge's dark face was full of tension and slightly contorted. He, too, was struggling hard to resist the summons, and