Regen passed by a group of black iron patrols anxiously. After the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, he slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
"Relax, Paladin," Deborah, who was walking in front, said angrily without looking back, "As long as you don't run into those black iron dogs with a keen sense of smell, your dwarf disguise can last for at least an hour.
There’s enough time for us to visit the entire Darkforge.”
"I didn't expect that your people would actually build such a huge underground kingdom," Regan whispered, "I bet that its scale is no less than that of Ironforge."
Deborah glanced at Regen: "It's just a large prison. The city that the Black Iron people worked so hard to build has finally become a pigeon cage used by the Lord of Fire to imprison slaves."
The paladin smiled and stopped stimulating the cousins of the Black Iron King. The two continued to move forward in the dim corridor. Almost no guards would come forward to question a noble prince - even today's Black Iron
Emperor Dagran Thaurissan did not like his direct cousin, but the Dark Iron dwarves who valued blood still gave this idle prince with no soldiers or power a certain amount of respect.
"We're here," Deborah stopped in front of a cell. "This marshal has a bad temper and is extremely cautious. His trust in me, a dark iron dwarf, is very limited, so you'd better have
Enough eloquence to convince him.”
The dwarf opened the heavy prison door. Regan, who had just walked in, turned slightly to avoid the thick spit that hit his face, "I want to vomit when I smell the disgusting rust smell on you! Damn you blackheads!
"A middle-aged man with scars all over his body sat on a pile of thatch and looked at Reagan provocatively.
"Oh, Marshal, being angry is not good for your health." Deborah smiled and closed the iron door. "Maybe today is the day you leave this hellish place."
Reginald squinted his eyes and looked at Deborah carefully before softening his tone: "I'm sorry, you dwarves all look so similar, so you couldn't tell that the person next to you was your subordinate?"
"It's an honor to meet you, respected Marshal Reginald Windsor." Regan closed the illusion gem and gave a military salute to the other party. "This is the Paladin Christine Regan. Although this
This is not a good place to chat, but I still want to bring you greetings from His Majesty the Storm King Varian."
"What did you say! Is His Majesty the King back?" Reginald stood up excitedly, completely ignoring that the wound on his body burst open again.
Regan quickly stepped forward to support him: "Please be careful, His Majesty Marshal Varian escaped from Orkaz Island half a month ago, and is now discussing with King Magni in Ironforge how to deal with Oni.
Keshiya’s plan: We learned from Prince Deborah that you were captured, so your two majesties sent me to rescue you.”
"Oh, my friend, I'm afraid we can't leave so rashly," the marshal breathed and looked at Deborah standing aside, "Your Highness, although I know this is not very respectful, I still ask you to help us.
Stay at the gate, I can only reveal this top-secret matter to His Majesty Varian’s envoy.”
Deborah smiled slightly: "As you wish, my dear lord marshal." After saying that, the dwarf left the cell and did not forget to close the cell door carefully.
"Do you think this Dark Iron Dwarf is sincerely helping us?" Regan helped the marshal sit down carefully. "The Thaurissan family is famous for being paranoid. It's hard for me to believe that they would betray us, who we treat as gods.
's ancestors"
Reginald shook his head and said slowly: "Never prejudge, young man, although I don't really believe in this dwarf, but at least he has tried his best to help us until now. As for what he wants, maybe only Black Iron's
The throne is what he really cares about."
"So he betrayed his tribe in exchange for assistance from the alliance? Holy light, he is really an outstanding businessman." Regen curled his lips.
Reginald smiled: "Everyone has his own ideals. Maybe he really wants to fulfill Anvilmar's last wish and establish the Three Hammers Council to unify the entire dwarf empire. Although the method is rather extreme, the bloodshed of one clan is better than the blood of three.
It is much better if we all bleed together."
Regan nodded noncommittally: "By the way, he said that you have mastered the forbidden spell to subdue the black dragon. Is it true?"
"Yes, this is exactly what I want to tell you," the marshal's tone became serious, "Now the two key items for activating the forbidden spell are in the hands of the Black Iron Generals. I need you to take them back.
! Needless to say, this is definitely a difficult task, but you must accept it and you must complete it! Otherwise, our efforts will be in vain, and the dragoness will continue to run amok on the throne of Stormwind City!"
"Tell me your mission, Lord Marshal," Regan responded in a deep voice, "Whether it is as the guardian of Lordaeron or the Guards of the Storm King, I have never been afraid of any challenge, no matter the giant ahead.
Dragon or demon, I will use holy light to smash them."
Reginald patted Regan on the shoulder with appreciation: "As expected of a good man from the Alliance, go and bring me the ancient stone tablets in the hands of Darkfurnace General Angefor and the puppet commander Agamanchi. With them, I
It will make Onyxia beyond redemption!"——————————————————————————————The strongest fortress is often the first to be breached from within
——When Reagan successfully passed the interrogation and entered the inner barracks, this feeling in his heart became more intense; but Deborah did not pay attention to Reagan's slightly sarcastic look, or in other words, he was not afraid of this at all.
A painless condemnation, maybe what was beating in his chest was not an ordinary dwarf's heart.
——Deborah Black Iron was born into the royal family of Thaurissan. His father is the uncle of the current Black Iron Emperor Daglan Thaurissan. Unlike his alcoholic and dissolute father, Deborah has shown signs of evil since he was a child.
He has a strong interest in politics, and this interest became more intense after he came of age and took charge of the military.
This unique prince should be regarded as a rare moderate among the Dark Iron Dwarves: his men rarely raided the Wildhammers or Ironforge Dwarves, and even during the period when he controlled the Searing Gorge, any race could
However, all this became the reason for the princes and elders of the clan to criticize him; at the royal trial meeting, Deborah's attitude of contempt for the Fire Lord Ragnaros angered Emperor Daglan.
, he loudly announced his cousin's crimes - including the private release of Wildhammer slaves, dereliction of duty, and disrespect for the Fire Lord.
As punishment, the emperor personally removed him from military power and ordered him to meditate for twenty years. However, this rebellious prince made a surprising move in France: he announced that he would abandon the glorious Thaurissan.
Facing dozens of Dark Iron royals, Deborah unceremoniously accused her cousin of being an accomplice, and denounced the first generation Sori who was regarded as a god by the Dark Iron dwarves.
Emperor Mori—that is, the wizard lord Thorisen Deborah who split the dwarf empire—believed that he was an out-and-out sinner through the ages, and his soul should be thrown into the great forge of Ironforge to honor the King of the Mountains.
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The jury was shocked by his disrespectful words, and Daglan hurriedly ordered the guards to take the swearing Deborah away. From then on, the Black Iron Prince became an alien in the clan, with a prominent status but people stayed away from him; although Emperor Daglan
Out of brotherhood, he forgave his death penalty, but he became disgusted with this careless cousin and deprived him of all rights to inherit the title.
Ordinary dwarves didn't know how Deborah offended the emperor, but they still maintained a respectful attitude towards the royal family - Regan could see it from the respectful expressions of the soldiers beside him. So when they came to Agamanchi's laboratory
At that time, almost no one would be suspicious of this down-and-out prince.
Deborah dismissed a group of dwarf slaves who were making stone puppets, and whispered to Regen: "Agamanchi's biggest reliance is these stone puppets. As for him, he is only a half-baked spell caster. I will lead him away later."
His attention, and you must solve the problem with one blow, so as not to alert the guards outside."
Regen nodded slightly and followed the Black Iron Prince into Agamanchi's room. But to their surprise, there was not only a puppet commander in the laboratory, but also a dwarf officer with several guards who was talking to Agamanchi.
What is Manchi talking about?
Obviously they were all surprised by Deborah's uninvited appearance. The puppet commander was a little surprised but still greeted the Dark Iron Prince politely, while the officer next to him acted very coldly, as if he even extended his hand to express his gratitude.
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"General Angfor, I haven't seen you for many days, but you are still so energetic." Deborah smiled and said hello to the dark-faced General Darkfurnace.
"Mr. Deborah, I remember that you have been deprived of all your titles by His Majesty the Emperor. How come you are still able to enter and exit military locations so freely?" Angevor asked coldly, seemingly not buying into the desolate prince.
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"Okay, Angefor must not be rude to His Highness the Prince," Agamanchi tried to smooth things over between the two of them. "No matter how His Highness's secular title changes, he is still the bloodline of the respected Emperor Thaurissan."
Angefu snorted coldly: "What about the guy next to him? Is he also a prince and aristocrat whom I have never heard of?"
"You guessed it right, my general." Deborah did not pay attention to the contemptuous look in the other party's eyes. "This gentleman is Lord Weeks of the Desolate Land. This time he is one of the ambassadors of Infernus from the Fortress of Pain."
I am ordered to return to Darkforge to report to His Majesty."
"Ambassador Invernus?" Agamanqi asked in surprise, "Is it the fire elemental messenger sent by the Flame Lord to find the holy relics of Uldaman?"
Deborah quietly stepped on Regan, and "Lord Weeks" raised his head understandingly and said: "Yes, we were ordered by His Majesty Ragnaros to go to Uldaman to search for the holy artifact and successfully explored it half a month ago.
Regarding the location of the sacred relic, the ambassador specially ordered me to return to Darkforge and report this matter to your two majesties."
"It's unbelievable!" The speed of Angev's face change was astonishing. He praised loudly, "My lord, you have recovered the treasure that the dwarf kings have been looking for for generations. I have reason to believe that you will soon become the Dark Lord."
Hero of Hearth! Please allow me to express my sincere respect to you."
Agamanqi smiled slightly awkwardly at the two guests, as if he was apologizing for his companion's arrogance.
"Okay, respected generals," Prince Black Iron waved his hand, "I am not bringing Lord Weeks to show off his achievements. Lord, I have a tribute in my hand that is ready to be presented to the emperor, but according to the rules of the palace, all places
The lord’s envoy could only meet His Majesty the next day after arriving. Mr. Weeks was not worried about the safety of this treasure, so I came to ask the two generals to protect this tribute for us.”
"It is our duty to do so, Your Highness the Prince," Angefu said, patting his chest, completely ignoring the wink from Agamanchi.
"Okay, then please come with me," Deborah nodded slightly, "This tribute is temporarily stored in the black iron tower where I live. You two can come and take a look first."
Angefor couldn't wait to urge the guards to march towards the minaret. Although Agamanchi was obviously hesitant, he still followed.
Regen walked a few steps slowly and walked side by side with Deborah, and asked in an imperceptible voice: "What are you going to do? They are surrounded by guards now. Just the two of us will definitely die."
"That's why I have to take them to my territory," Deborah said in the same low voice, "separate them and kill them one by one. You are responsible for Angefu, and I will take care of Agamanchi. Remember, you and I
Now it’s a last-ditch battle and we must not fail!”
Regan glanced at the Black Iron Prince with a fierce face, and walked forward without expression.