The day in the liberated areas is a sunny day, and the people in the liberated areas like it so much...... Ahem, it's a cross-talk.

Because the Seyin Outpost is located high on a hill in the mountains northwest of the Scorching Gorge, far from the melting pot, the air and visibility are good in the early morning, and today is a rare sunny day.

Once upon a time, men were intoxicated and obsessed with women's secret gardens, so much so that the world-famous writer wrote the eternal quatrain of "Fighting for B for B, for B, and for B, and finally dying on B". However, when I didn't have it, I thought about it, I experienced stupidity, and I experienced a lot of annoyance.

Think about it, eat you for three or five minutes, and the rest is just to save face, there is no happiness at all, and Xiao Ding Ding grinds a little painful.

Therefore, the anonymous writers who have left countless texts have spoken again - the same sex is true love, and the opposite sex reproduces.

Countless people misinterpret it as love, but the original meaning of this phrase is that only like-minded people can create miracles that transcend race, and only then can they achieve the true fraternity of boundless love.

What inspirational words......

Early in the morning, Carlos woke up and inexplicably entered the time of a sage who pondered the true meaning of life.

Come to think of it, I haven't been close to a woman for more than three months, and I've squeezed too much energy for a bunch of things to save the world, and I don't feel the need for this at all. And Sora's almost smearish pursuit of purpose is too clear, so Carlos refuses to refuse and refuse to get used to it, and he doesn't treat her as a woman at all.

After the status rises, ordinary vulgar fans can't look down on it, and they can't meet the right ones, and over time, it becomes a situation of "I used to like a person, but now I like a person".

Sylvie's arrival made Carlos start to rethink his life.

I think at the beginning, wasn't my goal in life to have 3,000 maids and enjoy the life of Fengyue? How did you somehow carry the burden of saving the world on your shoulders?

Carlos began to think about it.

Oh! I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone in the league is spicy chicken!

Carlos thought about it, and it suddenly dawned on him.

The history of Azeroth is a hymn to heroes and a cry of blood and tears, a magnificent picture of countless sacrifices and dedications. As a prophetic man, Carlos stood on the shoulders of giants from the beginning, and his love for the world of Azeroth allowed him to fit into this world perfectly, without much alienation from outsiders.

"I want to find a world where everyone is happy."

Saying this emotion lightly, Carlos seemed to have figured out something, and the whole person suddenly brightened up, and his mental outlook was refreshed.

However, it does not help the reality.

Sora always appears in the frame of vision, looking at Carlos posing at the door, very stunning.

"You, come here."

Sora hides half of her body behind the wall, only her head to peek.

"Don't look at it, after talking about business, I'll leave a long time ago."

Sora stared at the faint dark circles under her eyes, and said in a stick reading way: "Liar, I stayed all night, and no one went out at all." ”

“……”

Carlos really didn't want to spoil his good mood, so he left the house in civilian clothes, leaving the door wide open.

Sylvester Morgan, who has been medicinal, wants to leave, but still needs to walk the door? Carlos didn't want to talk to Sora, who had an IQ offline.

In one night, the business that should be talked about has been discussed, the business that should be done has been done, and the rest is to implement the planned things.

According to Sylvie, there is a fierce power struggle within the Black Iron Dwarves, and it seems that some Black Iron Dwarves who are willing to be slaves to the fire element want to turn Dark Furnace City into a theocratic society. As the king of the Darkfurnace City, the supreme lord of the Black Iron Dwarves, Dagran. Sorison certainly won't sit still. And Ragnaros only cares if his orders are carried out, whether his will is carried out, and as for who the supreme leader of the Black Iron Dwarves is, the Fire Demon King does not care. That's where it gets interesting.

If the master behind the Brotherhood of Thorium is really Dagran. Soreson, then everything makes sense.

Little Sorison didn't want to have a Fire Demon King above his head and a group of Fire Demon Lords, and he didn't want his throne to be usurped by a group of fanatics who believed in the Fire Demon King.

So how do you carry out a purge without provoking the wrath of Ragnaros?

Raise your own self-respect.

To put it bluntly, the Brotherhood of Thorium is Dagran. The trap laid by Sorisen, all those who disobey, go and die once.

If the above speculation is used as a basis to deduce the battle of the Burning Plains in another timeline, everything is not difficult to understand. The Alliance and the Horde are fighting on the surface, and the Black Iron Dwarves are powerless to interfere in the war between the Orcs and the Humans, whether they are guarding against the Black Dragon Legion or carrying out internal purges.

Now, if the initial cooperation intention can be negotiated, it will not be difficult to continue the in-depth exchange of interests. Carlos felt that not only could he get a lot of material rewards, but as long as he worked properly, he would not lose his prestige within the league.

This deal is done!

Although there is a Morgan consortium to match the bridge as a guarantee, but at this moment, the largest armed force in the Seyin Guard, the Black Iron Dwarves are very vigilant, and there are constantly subordinates to report all kinds of situations to Carlos.

"Exercise maximum restraint and refrain from provoking conflict."

Carlos gave the order to die.

Sylvi said that in two days at most, the Brotherhood of Thor would send someone to start talking. However, Carlos waited at the Sergiin Outpost for nine days before Sylvie arrived with a negotiating delegation of the Black Iron Dwarves.

"This is the third envoy. Our guess should be true, the struggle within the Dark Furnace City has heated up, two groups of envoys have died on the road, and this ambassador has come in my airship. ”

Got a chance, Sylvie. Morgan quietly told Carlos the news.

Talks, low-key and secretive.

Led by the Thorsilver Brotherhood, Carlos entered the main building of the Thorsilver Outpost for the first time, the fortress made of black iron.

Amazingly, in the deepest part of the underground structure of the fortress, which was heavily guarded, there was actually a shaft hidden by a magic mechanism. After about a two-minute ride down the elevator, a huge lava cave is in plain sight.

The dark red glow of the river of lava beneath illuminates the empty cavern, and the hard black granite floor, mysterious unknown runes glow with the colorful brilliance of demonic thorn.

After stepping out of the elevator, Carlos spotted Sylvie. Morgan had arrived, talking to all the black-body dwarves.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty Carlos, and let me introduce myself, I'm Roctus. Imped, the initiator of this meeting. ”

A well-groomed black iron dwarf stepped forward and received Carlos.

"Now that you know who I am, I don't want to beat around the bush, what do you want, what do I need to do, and what can I get?"

Carlos directly asked the three questions he was most concerned about.

"No more anxious, King of Men, we can look at one thing before answering your question."

Roctus. Darkphe nodded at Carlos and looked at Sylvie again. Morgan, seeing that there was no objection to both, motioned to his subordinates to move a lever.

A heat-resistant cage made of a special material slowly rises from the lava river.

When the lava ran out, the creatures in the cage cursed loudly: "Die, die, die!" The world will eventually submit to the Lord of the Flame Demons, so die! ”

"There is a saying in your human world that says it well - to help me is to help yourselves."

Roctus. Imp touched his beard and said. (To be continued.) )