From Ironforge, it's about two days west along the snow-capped Danmoro Road to the edge of this snowy field surrounded by mountains, with dwarf sentry posts and, according to the grapevine, a mysterious airfield in the mountains behind Ironforge. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was said to be a laboratory for flying machines for the gnomes who had fled to Ironforge for refuge, and the knights who accompanied them dismissed it as a joke, unable to imagine anything other than griffons and the elven horned eagles they had seen, and terrifying dragons.

But Dick knew that it was true, and that the airfield with rudimentary wooden flying machines in the mountains behind Ironforge was no secret to players, and at the beginning of the game, players who were keen to explore this strange continent had already discovered that those wooden planes looked very much like the other world during World War I.

Those are the creations of dwarf engineering.

Dick also wanted to study engineering, but unfortunately, he only started a sub-profession now, and after all kinds of trade-offs, he had no choice but to teach the introductory skills of forging in the great forge of the Iron Forge Castle, where the best blacksmiths of the Deep Mountain Mining Company taught him the introductory skills of blacksmithing.

Of course, this is just a formality, when the result of the forging hammer, Dick heard the sound of the sub-class opening, in his vision, there is also an option for forging, of course, there is still a blank, Dick is not lucky enough to carry all the drawings in the game, but fortunately in his backpack, there are more than a dozen drawings in itself, which are gifts given to him by the forges of Ironforge in the name of a private person.

The most precious of these was the purple-quality blueprint called the "True Silver Holy Sword", and Dick was quite satisfied with this gift.

He only brought less than 40 paladins with him this time, these people's hometowns are all in the Stormwind Kingdom, it is convenient to take them with him, except for these paladins, only Liadline and Verinde are by his side. After a year, Dick had the feeling of being alone in the northern frontier when he was a sheriff.

They soon crossed the beautiful Yongbing Lake, which was not yet rampant enough to send the Assassins to Danmoroli, so the Yongbing Lake was like the most beautiful jewel in the snowfield, and the quiet and nostalgic scenery remained deeply in everyone's memory.

At noon on the second day after departure, Dick and his party passed through the South Gate sentry and arrived at the dwarves in addition to Danmoro, another large gathering point, the dwarven town of Sersamar on the shore of Lake Locke, but the paladins did not stay in this town for long, replenished fresh water and food, and invited the paladins to taste Sersamar's famous delicacy - blood sausage made of bear meat and wild boar, and the group set off again, bidding farewell to this peaceful and beautiful, exotic town, through the hidden passage of the Valley of the Kings, and entering the scorching canyon。

When Dick walked out of the passage built by the dwarves and through the mountains, a scorching heat completely different from that of Danmoro and Sersama hit his face, and he didn't even react for a moment, a mountain apart, completely two worlds!

Dick had never been active in deserts and volcanoes before, whether it was the northern frontier, Quel'Salas or Mount Hyjal, but they were all beautiful and habitable places, so when he walked out with the paladins for less than 10 minutes, everyone felt terrible heat and thirst.

The High Elves' faces were covered with sweat, and Verinde, who had just taken the potion and changed back into the form of the Night Elves, looked even more loveless, holding the Luna Scythe with difficulty, gasping for breath and sticking out his tongue, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

"Take a break!"

Dick is also out of breath, it is said that after becoming a high-level lord, the influence of the external environment on himself is almost negligible, but unfortunately, Dick is only a lord now, although he has a strength comparable to that of a high-level lord, he is still not immune to the troubles caused by this environment.

The paladins gulped water, and some experienced old knights even went to the shade and asked the others to surround the wall, and everyone took turns to change their armor and put it in their horse pockets, and at this temperature, it was an unbearable torture to wear armor.

Dick didn't shy away from Liadrin, and Verinde, who had turned back into a Night Elf, was now very lazy about everything, and she didn't care about that, and after a few minutes, both of them changed into civilian clothes, and then they felt much better

The paladin took out a special pyrotechnic from his backpack, pulled it away, and a conspicuous red flame exploded in the sky, he picked up the engineering telescope, and after pulling it open, he continued to search left and right to the northeast, and everywhere he looked, it was all black scorched earth, barren stones, not even a trace of green could be seen on the ground, and occasionally two crooked neck trees, also made half-dead by the blazing temperature here.

It's just like the Gobi!

No, it's worse than the barren Gobi! There is nothing but hot, hot stones and a scorched earth!

Half a minute later, in the bright sky, a silent shadow appeared in Dick's vision, he closed the binoculars, nodded to Liadline, and then turned his head and shouted to the knights who were resting in the cool,

"Knights, our scouts are back! Ready to go!"

In less than 10 seconds, Demytil in the form of a dragon flapped his wings and fell from the sky, and when he landed, Darth, dressed like an Arab, jumped off the dragon's back, and a pale green light appeared on Demytil's body, and then changed into his previous appearance.

"You're slow to come!"

Das stroked the white hood on his head, and glanced viciously at the sun hanging in the sky like a fireball, and then he said with a wicked smile on his face,

"It's a good thing you didn't go to the Badlands, Demi and I secretly kicked and smashed all their dragon eggs yesterday, and the black dragon over there is now crazy!"

Dick gave Demitil a strange look, it was not surprising that Das, a bad guy, would do such a thing, but DeMitil, who had always been very organized, was also involved in this matter?

"The Black Dragon is evil, Commander!"

Demitil made a gesture of "please", and explained in a low voice as he led the way forward, "Since the fall of Deathwing, all the newborn black dragons have actually been infected by the power of chaos, and in the past ten thousand years, we have tried all the methods, but we have not been able to eradicate this depravity, so it has become a tradition to destroy all the black dragon eggs we see!"

"Didn't the black dragon entrenched in the Burning Plains chase you?"

The paladin asked again, and Demitil shrugged, "I don't know why, but there are no stronger black dragons to stop us, in fact, the barren land is roaming around with young dragons and young dragons, and their strength is very poor. ”

Dick groaned for a moment as he touched his chin, then asked, "What about the news I asked you to inquire about?"

Darth picked up the conversation with a brand-new steel spear and said quickly, "I contacted some of my old 'friends' from the past, and they provided very little information, but it was confirmed that there were indeed Twilight cultists operating in the Burning Plains and Scorching Canyons, and it is said that the mysterious Black Iron Dwarves began to shelter these cultists a year ago, and even those black stone orcs began to accept them. ”

"So they're all in the Blackstone Tower?"

Leadlin remembered the letters she had read, and she looked at Darth, "Where is the Blackstone Tower, have you found it?"

When this question was mentioned, Darth's expression was a little strange, and he glanced at Demitil hesitantly before he spoke,

"Actually, we didn't just find it, we went there! just three days ago. ”

"What? And how did you get out?"

The High Elves were also surprised, "I heard that there are hundreds of thousands of Black Iron Dwarves and the same number of Black Stone Orcs there, as well as Black Dragons, they won't give you a gift out of the country, right?"

"Uh... Almost, the owner of the Black Iron Bar, that enthusiastic dwarf also gave five tickets to the "Minotaur Chieftain" band's performance, you may not believe it, but we really made it all the way!"

Darth scratched his head and handed the five tickets to Dick, his tone was a little incredulous, "Actually, if you just say you go to the Black Iron Bar, those Black Iron Dwarves won't stop you! I've even seen a lot of aliens there, druids and minotaurs and the like, and even High Elves and human nobles!

"If you still have some extra gold, they even offer bodyguard services!"

Demitil interjected, his voice completely indignant, "But to tell you the truth, the bodyguard service of those Black Iron Dwarves is terrible!"

Dick held five well-made tickets with the head of a minotaur in a cowboy hat and the emblem of "Lepi", and the paladins and high elves and the wide-eyed Verinde glanced at each other, and he had a feeling that this adventure might have an unusual start.

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"Bang!"

The heavy gate was pushed open, and it was a door made entirely of black iron, the size of a normal city gate, and on the outside of the gate, the master foundry masters of the black iron dwarves, as ingenious as the copperbearded dwarves, created a delicate dwarven face outside the door.

It should be the common king of the Dwarven kingdom, the great Warhammer King Anweimar.

The gate was so heavy that the Black Iron Dwarven guards inside needed to drive away the stupid ogres to push the mechanism hidden inside the tall, dimly lit aisle to slowly open the door through a gap.

Dick was sure that if this door was closed, even if two epic heroes came, they wouldn't want to split it easily! When the weight reached a certain level, it would be an invincible defense.

When the door opened, Dick, dressed in a crisp black gown, bow tie, and a mask on his face, was the first to enter the gap, and he very gentlemanly stretched out a hand and pulled the beautiful woman behind him in.

It was Liadeline, the High Elf had changed into a beautiful blue dress, which completely outlined her perfect figure, with at least four layers of lace trim flowers on the edges and upper part of the skirt, long white gloves on her slender arms, as well as studs and a silver necklace, a white hill with a distinct slit on her chest, and with her long orange hair coiled up and half of the mask on her face, she looked like the most beautiful court lady.

Behind the two people dressed in costumes, is Velinde, who is dressed as a maid, whether it is when the moon is sacrificed, or after becoming a werewolf, Velinde has no experience in wearing palace skirts, it is also a slim model, but Liadline brought from Quel'Thalas, the most popular dance dress, obviously made the conservative Verinde a little uncomfortable, from time to time she reached out and pulled her somewhat tight chest and hips, her skirt was black, because it was a maid's costume, so there were no accessories, but Miss Werewolf's figure in human form was still great, and it could even be said that it was not inferior to Liadrin, it is worth mentioning that this werewolf lady was holding a black cat in her armsIt looks so cute.

But she doesn't have the temperament of a hostess like Liadrin, and the two of them stand together, even if their faces are not lost to the High Elves at all, they will always be ignored by others.

Darth and Demitil were wearing the hunting costumes often worn by the nobles' guards, and they also looked imposing, their faces were tense, and with the weapons shining behind their backs, they looked like no one could enter.

This kind of dress is not ordinary people at first glance, plus the 40 soldiers standing together behind the five people, they are all battle-hardened elites at first glance.

This scene also made the Black Iron Dwarf guards guarding the passage a little overwhelmed, and they hurriedly invited the defense chief of the passage, it was a black iron old dwarf wearing a black robe, wearing glasses, and a large beard with a white beard.

"Where are you from?"

"The contemptible is the northern earl from the Kingdom of Theramore, you can call me Sir Onyx, this is my wife, my servant told me that there is a musical festival here, so I came!"

"Hell, another damn jazz! What kind of band are the damn Minotaurs really that famous?"

The old dwarf lowered his voice, cursed, and then reluctantly straightened his face and stretched out his hand to Dick, who looked arrogant,

"The old rule, 5 silver coins for 1 person, plus 5 gold coins, we will provide bodyguard services and be responsible for guiding you the way, but don't go beyond the central area of the Blackstone Tower, which is the territory of the orcs, and it is not under our control!

"So this hellish sir, I suggest you go back the way you came after listening to that hell concert!"