When Regan came out of the Secret Hall to thank Toller and his disciples, everyone looked at him with extremely ambiguous eyes. Varian asked with a smile: "Coming out so soon? It seems that our Paladin's body is not Not very good”
Feeling the malicious looks from everyone, Regen groaned feebly: "Holy light, Sophie's body has just recovered, what can I do inside?"
Magni coughed twice and suppressed a smile: "Okay, guys, I think it's time to discuss how to deal with the female dragon in Stormwind City, otherwise King Varian will have to remain in exile. "
"It would be unwise to confront her directly," Regan mused. "Onyxia's biggest advantage now is that she has the right to speak. In the name of her regent, she can easily slander His Majesty Varian as a fake liar. And the only one who can restrain her, Duke Bolvar, was confused by this female dragon. What's worse is that those pig-like nobles would rather cooperate with a female dragon than work for you with the blood of Arathor."
Varian nodded appreciatively: "The analysis is very good. Ragen, I even think that after I regain the throne, the position of confidential secretary may be more suitable for you than the captain of the guard."
"My honor, Your Majesty," Regan bowed and saluted, "So I think the best way is to force Onyxia to reveal her true form. This is more concise and powerful than all the accusations."
Magni touched his beard: "Although it makes sense, how could she show up as a dragon in Stormwind City for no reason?"
"Her disguise is just an illusion," Regen explained. "Master Toler, are you sure you can break the illusion of an adult black dragon?"
The dwarf mage shook his head: "You have misunderstood. Paladins may be an ordinary adult black dragon who can only use illusions to deceive others, but powerful beings like the Black Dragon Queen can completely ignore the laws of species and use Unless the entity changes, no mortal can force her to reveal her original form unless it is an irresistible dragon curse."
"I see, thank you for your correction," Reagan said with a frown, "But if that's the case, then things will be much more complicated."
"Indeed, there are very few people who understand Dragon Language, let alone those who know this damn forbidden spell," Varian said a little irritably.
"This is not necessarily true, my brother," Magni said pretending to be mysterious. "According to the reports from the spies I sent to Blackstone Mountain last month, a human general named Reginald was imprisoned by the Dark Iron dwarves. In Blackrock Abyss, my people sneaked into the prison and tried to contact him, and learned that he was exiled to the Burning Plains by Countess Presto, and was captured in a battle with the Dark Iron Clan; he told me with certainty. The spy, Stormwind City has been controlled by an evil creature, he needs our reinforcements to rescue him, and the general revealed to us that he has something in his hands that can make the female dragon reveal her ugly body."
"Aha! You old guy, you always surprise people!" Varian laughed, "So when do you think we should set off?"
Magni smiled and shook his head: "It should say when he will set off." The dwarf pointed to Regen beside him.
"Stop joking, old Magni," Varian said sternly, "Are you going to let a paladin who has just started to undertake a task that cannot be completed by an army alone? Listen to me, old man, I have to go in person. He is not only my father's beloved general who rescued Reginald, but also a hero who helped me rebuild the kingdom. I can't watch these heroes wither one by one in front of me."
"I know, Varian," Magni nodded, "but look around you, these seemingly normal dwarves and gnomes, do you know how many of them are transformed into draconians? Just like me
There are countless informants in Stormwind City, and there must be a large number of dragon spies in Ironforge. Once you leave Ironforge, Onyxia can deal with you unscrupulously, even if you are as powerful as a demigod.
Sooner or later, they will be drowned in the boundless black dragon army."
Varian was silent for a while and said firmly: "Maybe I shouldn't go there in person, but I can't watch my men die, so I won't allow Regen to go there either!"
"Your Majesty! My life belongs to the Alliance, to Lordaeron, and even more to the glorious Stormwind City!" Regan retorted concisely and forcefully.
"No, your life belongs to an elf named Sophie," Magni laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will never let the future general of the alliance die. My spies stationed in Blackstone Mountain will help you.
He has a magic item in his hand that can temporarily transform you into a Dark Iron Dwarf, and he is also an excellent assassin. I believe that if you two work together, as long as nothing goes wrong, you should be able to successfully rescue Reginald."
Varian nodded hesitantly: "Maybe this is a good idea, but can't we provide a little more help to Regan? You must know that he is facing an entire Black Iron Kingdom."
"Varian, put away your overly benevolent temper! Your staying in Ironforge is the greatest help to him," Magni said unceremoniously, "Everyone has their own mission, your mission
It is to return to the throne of Storms! And Ragen's mission is to help you achieve all this. When you are sitting in Ironforge, the female dragon will not use too much power to deal with Ragen. In this way, he will
safer"
Varian nodded, and his eyes gradually became determined: "In that case, Christian Regan! In the name of the Storm King, I order you to immediately go to the Blackstone Abyss to rescue Marshal Reginald Windsor.
!The fate of Stormwind City and the Alliance is in your hands. Now, go make history!"
"Yes! My Majesty!" Regan said with great solemnity, "I swear in the name of the Holy Light, the day I return will be the day when the black dragon falls!"
————————————————————————————————When the soles of Regan’s shoes touched the ground of the Scorching Canyon, the first thing that came to his mind was this damn place.
There are only four words to describe my impression: terrible.
The entire canyon is like a burning desert, with no trace of trees or vegetation at all; all kinds of ferocious beasts are hidden in the surrounding rocks and cliffs, waiting for careless travelers to come to you; the cracked and broken cliffs and cracks
The valley is the only landform feature here, and there are very few road signs that can guide the direction. The only living creatures visible in the field of vision are a large number of wandering stone golems and black iron dwarves. This makes Reagan feel lucky that he did not agree to Sophie's willful request——
God knows if the still weak elf will be roasted by this pan-like ground
The only camp in the canyon is the Thorium Outpost where Regan is at this time. It is occupied by an organization calling itself the Thorium Brotherhood. This mysterious organization is neutral and lawful, does not favor any side of the Alliance or the Horde, and serves
Adventurers and travelers from both sides provided griffins and simple tents for transportation.
Regen declined the tent offered by a brotherhood member and asked if he could get some supplies of food and water. But the stout dwarf shook his head and told the paladin that the terrain here was impossible to cultivate, and even the members of the brotherhood could only
Capable of hunting to satisfy hunger - even if those cunning lava spiders are so unpalatable
"Or you can try your luck with the Dark Iron Dwarves." The dwarf handed a large bag of water to Regan and helped him put an old saddle on the back of the blue sheep. "Although they are not very friendly, as long as they are
Your strength is directly proportional to your money. I believe those cunning niggas don’t dare to be so presumptuous.”
Ragen tightened the reins around the sheep's mouth: "It's really a realistic group. No wonder the Bronzebeard and Wildhammer tribesmen don't like them.
"Who says otherwise," the talkative dwarf handed the long sword to Regan, who was riding on the sheep's back. "Even the ooze monsters won't kill each other, but these ferocious black ghosts are eager to kill all their relatives on the way.
Treat yourself to some snacks, young man.”
Regen thanked the enthusiastic dwarf and rode an unstable blue sheep to the foot of Blackstone Mountain. Although Magni said that an outstanding assassin would assist him, Regen basically didn't take too much seriously for this companion who had not yet shown up.
Great hope; he still remembers the way the old Red Riding Hood in Rohan performed his tasks, which can be basically summed up in one word - wait
Wait for your companions to kill all of the other party's people and then kill the mission target, or wait for your companions to be almost dead and run away quickly. In short, what can be funnier than letting an assassin perform an escort mission?
After half an hour of waiting, Regan increasingly felt that throwing this so-called master assassin into the Molten Core was not a bad choice - didn't he know that punctuality is the most basic rule for assassins? Just now
When the knight's patience was almost exhausted, a slightly sarcastic voice sounded above his head: "Maybe I should still stand here for half an hour to see how long it will take for a knight praised by Magni to find out.
Danger"
Regan looked around and saw a dark-skinned dwarf standing on the stone pillar directly in front of him, looking at him with disdain.
"Dark Iron Dwarf?" Regan held the hilt of the sword warily.
"The eyes are good," the dwarf jumped down from the stone pillar that was almost twenty feet high. "The person standing in front of you is not only a black iron dwarf, but he also has this glorious word in his name!"
With a "choking" sound, Lei Gen pulled out his long sword: "It's really rare, you are actually a member of the Black Iron Royal Family! Maybe you will become another harvest of my trip."
The black iron dwarf looked at him with a half-smile, and whispered a few words: "Cruel Guard, Iron Heart Shield"
Regen's expression changed and he put down his weapon hesitantly: "Power of killing dragons, sword of Tunadil"
"Queen of Tyranny, Ring of Zoe," the dwarf continued.
"The Shame of Khaz Modan, the Staff of Thaurissan..." Regan looked at the Dark Iron Dwarf in front of him in disbelief as he read the code, "Are you the Ironforge spy named Deborah?"
"It's true," the dwarf shrugged, "although I am a Dark Iron dwarf"
"Okay, Mr. Deborah," Regan tried to calm down, "I admit that your passwords are all correct, but maybe you can explain to me why a respected Black Iron royal family is here to fight for his
Serving as a mortal enemy?"
The dwarf blinked: "Are you accusing me of being a traitor? Mr. Christine Regan"
"That's not what I meant, Mr. Deborah."
"Deborah Dark Iron," the dwarf corrected, "I like people to call me by my full name, although I personally hate that brainless ancestor who calls himself the emperor, and my cousin who now stays in a cave and works for a will-o'-the-wisp.
"
"Okay, Mr. Deborah Dark Iron," Regan corrected helplessly, "So is this the reason why you took refuge in Ironforge?"
Deborah looked at Regan in surprise: "Isn't this enough? If you give birth to three sons, and one of them invites a group of robbers to demolish your home because of your unfair distribution of property, it will not count if he dies as a result.
Someone even kidnapped his grandson and made him a slave. If a big family falls apart just because of a fool, will you jump up from your grave and slap him?"
Regen gaped at the dwarf who scolded his ancestors bloody, while Deborah pursed her lips and continued: "Although I don't like those stupid blood relatives, I am still proud of the surname Black Iron.
Because it is a gift from Anvilmar, the King of the Mountains, the reason why I am loyal to His Majesty Magni is to recreate the prosperous age of the Dwarf Empire before the War of the Three Hammers!"
"What a great dream," Reagan didn't know what words to use to comfort this idealist. "I hope your people can understand this as soon as possible and stop the meaningless civil war."
Deborah said excitedly: "Of course, the people of Black Iron will one day understand that the only way out is to follow His Majesty Anvilmar's will and establish the Three Hammers Council to jointly control Ironforge!"
"Of course...but before that, it's better for us to complete the mission first." Reigen was afraid that this man would go directly to the Black Iron Emperor for a duel if he got excited.
"Don't worry, brother," the dwarf said disapprovingly, "Rescuing people is a technical job. Knights like you, who are tall and rough, can't do it, and breaking into the Blackstone Abyss is a dead end, so... we need a little bit of chameleon skills."
As he spoke, a dull sapphire appeared in the dwarf's hand: "Then let's start now, Mr. Regan, the Black Iron Paladin."