Things are like this in the world, often you think you have earned, but in fact you lose so much that you can't even keep your underwear, but sometimes, you think you have lost, but the result of things is always unexpected. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dick was in this sudden joy at this time, and every time he noticed the dazzling orange drawing in his forging interface, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but suppress it.

"Suffron's Hammer", this is the initial form of the rare orange weapon "Saffhras - Fire Demon Hand", Thorrison gave Dick this drawing, but after Dick carefully observed, the complete forging drawing of the Fire Demon Hand actually appeared in Dick's forging blueprint.

This means that if you can defeat the Clone of the Fire Demon King and get the Eye of Safras, Dick will be able to forge a legendary weapon!

In fact, it's hard to say which is better, the artifact or the legendary weapon is better, the artifact is expensive in growth, and the special effects of the legendary weapon's domineering are difficult for people to let go, and as soon as this drawing appeared, Anvina also felt the crisis, she kept loudly playing a little temper in the paladin's mind, repeatedly asking Dick to promise that he would not abandon the fire of justice.

Well, this kind of "harem competition for favor" sense of déjà vu makes Dick a little fluttery, and only with competition can there be progress!

Of course, this drawing taken out from Thorrison also made Dick learn another secret, the blueprint of the Safron Hammer in the game can only be bought from the Thorsilver Brotherhood, this organization aims to resist the ruthless enslavement of the Black Iron Dwarves by the Fire Demon King, at first Dick only thought that this resistance organization was organized by those Black Iron Dwarves who were not controlled, but now it seems that there may be Thorrison behind the Thorsilver Brotherhood!

This guy is completely playing a game of "palm and back", playing with players who think they are smart, and sure enough, none of these old guys are easy to deal with!

Dick spat viciously on the ground, then tightened the hood on his body, and under the whip wielded by the Black Iron Jailer, he made a "difficult" migration towards the southern gate of Blackstone Mountain.

This kind of transportation of slaves and prisoners of war was carried out almost every day, and the Blackstone Orcs guarding the southern gate did not stop them, although they fought back and forth with the Black Iron Dwarves for several years, but after all, the two sides lived together in the narrow place of Blackstone Mountain, so in addition to the frequent conflicts, the two sides also had a tacit understanding.

There are also many orc regulars in the Black Iron Bar, and the Orcs often hire Black Iron Dwarves to repair the fortress of the Burning Plains, in short, these two exiled races still coexist with each other in a very contradictory situation in this poor mountain and bad water.

After stepping out of the southern gate of Blackstone Mountain, the scenery of the Burning Plains appeared in Dick's eyes for the first time, well, in fact, there was no scenery, it was the same as the scorching canyon, bad hot wind, black soil everywhere, barren land, magma everywhere, and those vicious guys who lived here, flame scorpions, black-skinned snakes, molten spiders, any one could easily kill an ordinary person.

Poor mountains and bad waters, that's what I'm talking about!

However, when Dick and the others appeared on the Burning Plains, it was the setting sun, and the beautiful and vast red glow hung in the sky, covering everything here with a layer of red gauze.

"How's it going?

Wendsol, who had untied the handcuffs, rubbed his wrists as he walked to Dick's side, looked at the sunset in the sky, and took a deep breath,

"It was here that we defeated the orcs and won the event, but it was also here that Sir Lothar died in battle, and it was a terrible time, every day you had familiar people dying around you, and every day you had new people joining you, it was really terrible. ”

The paladin ignored the old marshal's complaints, and he casually took out a rolled-up letter from his bosom and placed it in the old marshal's hand.

"This is the letter, the Black Iron Dwarf's mystic master deciphered it, but you need to be prepared, Marshal, for what you are about to see is a desperate future!"

Windsor glanced at Dick, he had seen the vastness of this paladin more than once, and that night he had been out for 2 hours, and he had brought the queen of the Black Iron Kingdom back to the Black Iron Bar with one person and ten thousand people, and when Lyella appeared, she almost scared the poor dwarf boss crazy.

Poor Prager thought that Dick had tied the queen back, and that perhaps the next moment, tens of thousands of Black Iron Guards would rush into the Black Iron Bar and kill all the creatures inside.

The veteran tossed aside all the thoughts in his head, and then opened the letter, the first sentence of which made him stunned.

"To my dear sister Caterina from afar:"

"Father's orders are as chaotic as ever, but fortunately you and I are used to it. The research on the Colorful Drake is in its final stages, and thank you for the experimental materials you found for me in that stinking human city. ”

"Speaking of which, I remember the last time you mentioned a nasty human named Windsor or something, and as a gift in return, I'll help you out of this trouble, but my dear sister, I hope you don't forget your father's orders when playing games with those lowly creatures, and cooperate with the Twilight Prophet to take control of that city!"

"Of course, I know that you have always been dismissive of my orders, but I hope you will really take this advice to heart, father is playing seriously this time, my sister, don't challenge his patience, you and I both know that it is a madman who does not recognize his relatives. ”

"At the end of this letter, every night when I have fallen asleep for the last few days, I can hear another voice calling to me in the far northlands, I don't know who it is, but there is no doubt that a fellow of the clan is far more powerful than you and me at that time, if you have similar symptoms, please take the time to visit the Blackstone Tower, it is important!"

"Good luck with your game!"

"Your dear brother: Nefarian Presto"

Wendthor was in a trance, the thin letter paper slipped from the tips of his fingers, his eyes became dull, and the whole person took a step forward, muttering in his mouth,

"Impossible... This... That's impossible. ”

"Bang. ”

The old marshal fell to the ground entirely, and in the flipped horizon and sky, he saw Dick and the paladins running towards him, but... There is no hope left.

The fact that Count Caterina was a black dragon in disguise could only be considered an accident, but the Twilight Prophet, that man, just thinking about that possibility, Wendthor felt that the world was crumbling in his eyes.

How could it be... All this, how is it possible!

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Morgan's outpost was home to the militia brought by Windsor, and it was located on a hill northwest of the Burning Plains, with only one road up and down, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

When Dick and the paladins rushed into the outpost occupied by the Black Iron Dwarves, the dwarves, who had been ordered in advance, only symbolically "resisted" for a short time, and then fled the place in a hurry.

Sorison was quite generous, saying that he would be released, along with the soldiers of the captured Morgan militia regiment, but most of the soldiers of this legion actually died in the Black Dragon's raid that night, so when everyone returned to this place, they all had a kind of sadness.

The paladins and militia packed up their sentry posts and had a nervous breakdown, as if Windthall, who had aged a decade in an instant, was placed in the only room that was still intact, with Dick and Liadline by his side.

The old marshal, after reading the letter, became what he is now, like a demented fellow, his eyes stopped moving, and his mouth kept muttering things like "this can't be" and so on.

It seemed that the letter hit him hard enough.

The paladin shook his head, he could certainly imagine Windsor at this time, when an old friend of decades suddenly becomes the villain behind all the disasters that happened to you in front of you, you will also become like this, it is pure worldview collapse.

Liadline glanced at Dick, and the two of them quietly walked out of the room, and after closing the door, in the corner of the wall, Liadline asked in a low voice,

"What should we do now? Verinder took 20 knights to escort Queen Lyella from the Scorching Canyon back to Ironforge Castle, and there were only 20 or so people left on our side, and those militias were very poor in combat, relying on them, there was no way to escort Windsol back to Stormwind. ”

Dick's face is also a little ugly, mainly because the plot of Wendthor and the Black Dragon Princess has advanced by 3 years, and now King Varian has not disappeared, but the situation is actually not much different from 3 years later, the Black Dragon Princess Onexia disguised herself as Count Caterina to confuse the regent Bolvar Vortagen and exiled the old marshal Windthor, and there is currently chaos in Stormwind.

The worst thing is that Dick has read the letter more than once, although it is a little unacceptable, but now the Black Dragon Princess is indeed on a united front with the Twilight Prophet, and from the meaning of Nefarian's words, all this is still dominated by Deathwing, hell! Shouldn't the World Destroyer cultivate his Void Dragon in the Outlands at this time?

The current situation is beyond the level that Dick's group can handle, to be honest, he now regrets a little, why didn't he bring out all the high-end combat power of Silver Dawn, so that there is still hope to make a big deal in Stormwind City, and in the face of Liadrin's question, Dick pondered for a few minutes and made up his mind.

"Go back to Theramore first!Take Windsor back with you, once the news of his life spreads, the Black Dragon Prince won't let us leave here so easily, hey, the strength we have at hand is too weak." ”

Liadline nodded, she also felt that she should not venture at the moment, especially after seeing the number of Blackstone Orcs with her own eyes, and after Verinde's little black cat sneaked into the Blackstone Tower to investigate, everyone put out the idea of confronting the Blackstone Orcs head-on.

There are too many of them! There is more than one black dragon in the shadows, and the meaning behind this is terrifying.

In the southern part of the continent, except for the serious Storm Kingdom that can confront it head-on, there is no force that can deal with these re-prosperous Blackstone orcs. But Stormwind City's current bird appearance, even Dick, who is familiar with the plot, has little hope for them.

Until Varian returns, the country doesn't even have the deposition to the world stage.

And with the Twilight Prophet in Stormwind, Dick didn't plan to put his two or two flesh into that maelstrom, and if he was targeted by the Twilight Hammer's No. 2 now, Dick felt that he might die a miserable death.

"By the way, what are these two slates for?"

The High Elf took a cloth bag containing two small stone slabs from Dick's hand, and asked curiously, and Dick explained,

"This is a gift from Princess Lyra, a trophy from Thorrison when she fought against the Black Stone Orcs and Black Dragons, and it contains a special kind of magic that can make all illusions disappear in front of her as long as she reads it, and she thinks I might use it!"

Dick smiled mysteriously, pointed to his eyes, and said, "I don't think I'll ever need it!" But Her Royal Highness is kind, and it's good to take this thing back to Princess Kalia, anyway, keep it." ”

The paladin didn't notice it, and in the room separated by a wall, Wendthall's chaotic eyes, which had his ears firmly pressed against the wall, lit up all at once.

The old marshal strolled back to his bed, and took out from his pocket a medal which Marshal Lothar had placed in his hand when he was a soldier.

Windsor will never forget how the united human soldiers defeated the unstoppable orc alliance in this land, right here, in this land sprinkled with the blood of heroes.

The old marshal bent down, grabbed a handful of dust on the ground, held it tightly, as if he were holding his own responsibility, and then he let go of the handful of dust.

When he stood up, the weakness, the collapse all disappeared from his body, his chaotic eyes brightened again, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Stormwind, and clenched his fists.

"I swore I would protect this country! Yes, I swore it!"

"Stormwind City, Stormwind Kingdom, King Lane, Marshal Lothar, General Tulayan, I will not be ashamed of my identity, nor will I be ashamed of my experience, I will protect it!"

"I swear! I swear with my life!"

(PS: During the double monthly pass, the brothers have two votes for one vote, after the end of this weekend, if I can get 600 votes, I will try my best to add five more for the brothers on the weekend! In addition, today there is a plus for the Dark Ross brothers! Thank you brothers for your support!)