"Angefu! Wait for me!" Agamanqi caught up with General Darkfurnace who was walking very fast. "You guy, no matter how fast you run, the tribute will not be yours!"
Angefu stopped in his tracks: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just curious. I didn't expect that the has-been prince actually knew the people around the Flame Lord. This guy is really lucky."
"I don't think so," Agamanqi looked back at Deborah, who was far behind. "The gray boots elder of the Royal Council once told me that the reason why the Dark Iron Prince was deprived of his title was precisely because of his disrespect for the Flame Lord.
He has a disrespectful attitude and now he has made every possible effort to befriend this messenger of the fire element. Have you ever thought about what his intentions are?"
Angefu was shocked: "Does he want to murder this messenger?"
"Shut up, you stupid pig," the puppet commander scolded, "How could he take us with him if he wants to kill someone? Although I can't guess his intention now, it will never be as simple as just guarding the tribute. Wait a minute
Keep your eyes open and watch his every move, as well as your guards, and tell them to follow closely!" Angofonono took the order.
In this way, the two teams of people with their own thoughts arrived at Deborah's residence one after another - a tall black iron tower overlooking the entire Darkforge.
"Come in, General," Deborah smiled and made an invitation gesture, "This house is shabby, I hope you two can get used to it."
Angefu and Agamanqi looked at each other and led the guards into the dark tower.
Under the guidance of Deborah, everyone climbed up the stairs. The flickering torches on both sides of the stairs made everyone's face extremely pale. It seemed that the only sound in the entire tower was the "tap" sound of riding boots on the stone stairs.
"Mr. Weeks," Deborah's sudden voice broke the silence, "guarding tributes is a hard job. I wonder if you have any gifts prepared for the two generals?"
"Lord Weeks" smiled knowingly: "That's natural. The two generals have worked hard and achieved great results. They are also the highest military commanders of Shadowforge. How can I neglect them?"
Angefu came forward with some emotion, but Agamanqi blocked him calmly: "Thanks to your lord for your respect, but Emperor Daglan has expressly prohibited the giving and taking of bribes, so we can only thank you.
Good intentions”
"The Commander-in-Chief is serious," Deborah said with a smile, "This is not a bribe, it is just that Lord Wicks admires the two generals and gives gifts privately. If the two generals feel inappropriate, they might as well give something back to the Lord. This
It’s not considered a bribe.”
"What Your Highness the Prince said is reasonable," Angefu looked at Agamanqi proudly, "Your Lordship, I am a soldier with nothing to offer, and I can only see through this sword in my hand. You don't mind.
Take it as a return gift."
"You're welcome, General." Regan took Angev's dagger with a smile and glanced at Agamanchi who was dumbfounded. "The gift prepared for you is a bit heavy. General, please come up with me."
Angefor followed "Lord Weeks" up with a smile on his face. Agamanchi was about to say something to dissuade him, but was stopped by Deborah: "My Lord Commander, I have carefully prepared a 'gift' for you.
"
Regen took Angefu to the top of the spire. The heartless Black Iron General seemed to have remembered something: "Where are Lord Weeks, Agamanchi and His Highness the Prince? Why don't they come up together?"
After taking a look at the guards behind Angefu, Regan said with a smile: "Don't worry, His Royal Highness the General and Prince also prepared a gift for Lord Agamanchi. He must have taken the first step to see Sori at this moment.
"Emperor Mori"
"What?" Angefu was a little puzzled, "Why did they choose this time to meet with His Majesty?"
"It's not your Majesty," Regan leaned into Angefor's ear, "it's your first emperor, the wizard Thaurissan who was burned to death."
Angefor stared blankly at the humans who had lifted the illusion, and his body slowly fell backwards to the ground - on his chest was the gift he gave to "Lord Weeks".
After easily getting rid of the remaining unknown guards, Regan searched out the ancient stone slab on Angefu's body. He was about to go downstairs to meet Deborah when suddenly a shout came up from downstairs.
"Regan! Stop him! Don't let him escape!" Deborah's roar made the tower buzz.
Agamanqi, whose face was covered with blood, rushed to the top of the tower in panic, but what he saw was Angfor's body and a human being full of murderous intent. The puppet commander glanced viciously at Deborah who was chasing him: "
Bastard, you have blasphemed the emperor's bloodline, and I will never let you succeed even if I fall to death here!"
Agamanqi smashed the fragile stone window and jumped off the black iron tower.
Deborah reached out hastily, but didn't catch anything
"Son of a bitch!" Regan's eyes were blazing, and he jumped when the Black Iron Prince looked at him in shock.
"Regan, what are you doing!" Deborah couldn't catch her, and her voice almost bled.
"Holy Shield Technique, keep all evil away from me!" A golden halo streaked across the dark sky of Darkforge, and two figures fell heavily to the ground full of thatch piles, one after the other.
"God!" Deborah leaned against the window and moaned, "How am I going to deal with Magni this time?"
Just when the Black Iron Prince was almost in despair, Regan stood up from the haystack with difficulty, and the long sword in his hand pierced the dead Agmanchi.
The dizzy Paladin took a breath and waved to Deborah on the tower to indicate that he was fine. Then he turned over Agamanchi's body and found the ancient stone slab that was almost broken.
"Come on, Regen! The patrol is heading your way!" The guards around the tower were alerted by the loud noise and rushed towards Regen's position.
"What should you do?" Regen put the sword back into its sheath and asked loudly
"Don't worry about me!" Deborah shouted, "Hurry up and get Reginald out. I'll be there soon. If you don't see me in half an hour, you can leave on your own!"
———————————————————————————— Reginald, who had closed his eyes to rest, was awakened by the sound of noisy footsteps. He sat up straight with difficulty.
Get out of bed and wait calmly for the upcoming fate
The iron door was kicked open by a group of ferocious black iron dwarves. An officer who looked like a leader knocked him to the ground without any explanation and pointed his sword at his eyes.
"Tell me, is that human who sneaked in is your accomplice?" The dwarf officer sprayed his face with saliva mixed with garlic smell.
Reginald stared coldly at the dagger hanging in front of his eyes: "I don't understand what you are talking about. I have been in this cell all the time. I know nothing about the things outside."
"Damn human being! If you don't tell the truth again, I'll gouge out your eyes!" the furious officer roared, putting his dagger almost in front of Reginald's eyes.
"This is my truth," Reginald said without moving his eyes. "Even if you carve out my heart, you will still say this."
"Then you go to hell!" The dwarf officer raised his dagger ferociously.
"Perhaps you should go down first, my friend." Reginald looked behind the dwarf with a smile - a bright sword light flashed across the dwarf's neck, and his big head rose into the sky.
Regan rushed out from behind and slashed the remaining black iron dwarves to death with two swords, and helped Reginald who fell to the ground: "Marshal, the stone slab has been obtained. Let's leave this place quickly, otherwise the whole city will be destroyed."
The dwarves will eat us alive.”
"Good! This way we can let the reptile go back," Reginald said happily, "Let's go now...wait, where is Deborah?"
Regan paused and said with some hesitation: "He and I separated half an hour ago. He said that if he hasn't shown up yet, he told us to leave quickly so we don't have to wait for him any longer."
The marshal's eyes gradually turned cold: "So you are ready to abandon your comrade who has just been with you through life and death, just because he is an evil black iron dwarf?"
"No, Marshal..." Regan denied with a guilty conscience.
"A great paladin once said, 'Race cannot represent glory. Some humans are as evil as the most cruel undead natural disasters; there are also some orcs, they are as respectable as the noblest knights.' If I were your teacher
If so, maybe I will punish you to write this sentence a hundred times today." Reginald looked at Reagan with piercing eyes.
"No one can decide their own birth and lineage, and Deborah is no exception, but this does not prevent him from having a noble soul - maybe he thinks that his death can buy us time to escape, but you! Still
I am Reginald Windsor! As glorious Stormtroopers, how can we let our alien brothers who have been born and died with us die because of us! Therefore, Paladin Christine Regan! I, as the great leader of the Alliance,
In the name of the marshal, I order you to hold the sword in your hand tightly and turn back! This time, fight for our dwarf brothers!"
———————————————————————————————— Deborah closed her left eye tightly to prevent the
The blood flowing into his eyes was not because he was unwilling to wipe it with his hands, but because his only remaining right hand had to be used to hold the sword, while his left hand lay alone in a pool of blood not far away.
Even though the Dark Iron Prince had lost an arm, none of the surrounding dwarf guards dared to step forward rashly - they had paid nearly twenty lives for that arm just now.
"Deborah, I have treated you so well, why do you still collaborate with humans to kill your own people?" A majestic and deep voice came out from the crowd, and the surrounding dwarf soldiers gave way to His Majesty.
road and get down on one knee
"I'm really terrified that I'm working for you," Deborah said calmly, although he didn't even owe me a single moment. "Maybe you think that as long as the Black Iron Emperor appears, I will just surrender and capture my cousin."
?”
Emperor Daglan Thaurissan looked at his blood-covered cousin coldly: "I never expected you to become a good boy. You have been stubborn since you were a child, and your determination will never change. You despise yourself.
I have endured all this and helped you cover up the past. But my brother, you should not help these humans deal with us! The Dark Iron dwarves can tolerate deviants, but we will never tolerate a traitor.
!”
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!" The morale of the Black Iron Guards was aroused by the emperor's roar. They stared at Deborah's lonely figure with eager eyes, maybe they would rush to tear her apart in the next moment.
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"Your Majesty the Emperor, and fellow compatriots, please listen to me!"
Deborah took a deep breath and looked at the city hidden in the darkness with great nostalgia, "This is Shadowforge, the place where I was born and raised, the home for which my people fought, and the place where I feel deeply attached to the city.
She loves her as much as any of you!"
The Black Iron Guards fell silent at Daglan's signal, and Deborah continued: "But you have forgotten, or our ancestors have also forgotten; our real hometown is in the distant Khaz Modan.
In Dun Morogh covered with white snow, in the famous steel city of Ironforge on the continent! We are not the abandoned people of the dwarves, and we also have the right to return to Ironforge!"
"But Bronzebeard and the Wildhammers won't let us go back!" a guard shouted loudly.
"Then we'll fight back!" another guard shouted in a louder voice.
"Yes, fight back! Fight back!!" All the Dark Iron dwarves were excited.
"No, you fools!" Deborah's roar overshadowed all the Dark Iron Dwarves, "Do they have different blood from us? Do they have different names from us? We are all Titans.
Creations, descendants of the great god Khazgoroth, why do we kill each other?!"
The somewhat crazy Dark Iron Prince pointed at the silent Emperor Daglan: "Tell me, Your Majesty, is your queen Moira a Dark Iron dwarf or an Ironforge dwarf? Should she and the child in her belly be punished?"
Hang together?!"
"Deborah, stop talking," Daglan said in a deep voice.
"Why don't you say it? Are you even afraid?" Deborah waved her remaining right hand, "We ruined the entire dwarf empire because of that ridiculous ancestor, and because of his ignorance, he was forced to serve the devil from the abyss.
He has been here for hundreds of years! But you fools still regard him as a god, how stupid you are!"
"That's enough!" Daglan said angrily, "I don't care if you want to die, but you can't drag your tribe to perish with you! I can forgive your ignorance, but the flames of the Flame Lord will not show mercy!"
The Black Iron Emperor took a few sharp breaths and glanced at Deborah with complicated eyes: "Capture him alive and put him in the deepest part of the prison until he dies of old age."
The guards eagerly accepted the order and were waiting to be swarmed.
Suddenly two galloping blue sheep rushed into the crowd. On the sheep's back, two humans wielded long swords and slashed at the chaotic soldiers.
"Don't mess around!" Daglan shouted angrily, watching helplessly as one of the knights dragged Deborah onto the back of the sheep, "Damn human! Musketeers, shoot!"
Regan lowered his head almost reflexively. A burst of gunfire caused stone fragments to fly around him. He felt Deborah behind him tremble slightly, but he immediately stabilized his body.
"Are you injured?" Regan asked loudly, waving his sword to drive away the surrounding soldiers.
"It's okay, it's just a broken arm," Deborah's voice trembled slightly, "Where is the Marshal?"
"I'm here!" Reginald responded loudly, "Take care of yourself, we can leave this hellish place soon!"
The two blue sheep ran wildly, knocking down countless black iron dwarves along the way. When the first ray of dawn shone on the horns of the blue sheep, they finally successfully escaped from Blackstone Mountain.
The three of them almost rolled off the sheep's backs, and Regan laughed out of breath: "Holy light! I can't think of anything more exciting than this! I will definitely use this when I give birth to my son.
Tell him the story!"
"I want to tell my grandson!" Reginald winked.
"Oh, don't try to take advantage of me, Mr. Windsor."
Regan reached out and patted Deborah on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't expect that we would come back to rescue you."
However, the Dark Iron Dwarf didn't answer for a long time. Regen felt something bad and sat up suddenly.
"Oh my god! What's going on with your injury?!"
Reginald jumped up when he heard the sound, and saw a few fatal projectiles stuck in the wounds on the dwarf's chest. The blood flowed at a speed that was almost dizzying.
"Oh my god! We have to stop his bleeding quickly!" Reginald tore his clothes into strips and pressed hard against the wound, "Quickly, use holy healing."
"No!" Deborah struggled to grab Regan's arm and took a few sharp breaths, "Don't waste time, my road has come to an end, but you still have a mission to complete!