The more careful the plan, the more difficult it is to implement, not because there is anything wrong with careful planning, but because there are always surprises with too many steps, as Murphy's Law states. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The simpler and more brutal the action, the easier it is to succeed, not because it is simply rough and good, but because your fists are bigger than your opponent.

Of course, fists don't have your opponent, and you deserve to be beaten.

Carlos had to say that Victor. Nefarios, the Black Dragon Prince, whose magic really works. Thousands of humans have been replaced with dwarven sizes, but their combat effectiveness has not been compromised in the slightest. These professional thugs of the human kingdom of Azeroth have only been awkward for a brief moment before they get used to the change from sticking you in the face to kicking your knees.

Due to the proven military discipline, there is no loud noise in the array, but if you stab me, I will give you an elbow blow, but there are a lot of small movements.

The transformation is perfect, the infiltration is perfect, and the response of the traitors in Dark Furnace City is also in place.

The Black Dragon Prince almost gave a thumbs up and grinned, and the top of his head was "planned".

However, it is especially emphasized, however that the plan is always not changing quickly.

When the Alterac army, disguised as the Black Iron Dwarven Legion, rushed all the way to the melting pot in the name of changing the dwarven troops, the unexpected happened.

Black Iron Dwarf Black or Black Everyone can see with their eyes, as for whether the head is iron or not, you can only understand it after dealing with it.

"Stop, who is it? Which part of it! I didn't get an order...... Get back. ”

A general of the Black Iron Dwarf's garrison kept Carlos and his party out of the melting pot with a straightforward and unreasonable remark.

Across the thick earth, Nefarian could also feel the fluctuations of magic power coming from the casting ritual field about eight hundred meters deep under his feet, and the blood sacrifice ritual of the Black Iron Dwarves was about to begin, or had already begun.

However, the noble Black Dragon Prince was blocked by a group of ant-like black iron dwarves.

If Nefarian hadn't been afraid of the presence of human armies, he would have killed these eyeless creatures with a bite of dragon breath. Even if you keep your human form, use Victor. With the identity of Nefarios, the Black Dragon Prince also has at least a double-digit way to solve the trouble in front of him. Change the time and place, change the group of people who are being used, and the immediate problem will not even constitute a problem...... However, Nefarian has no skills at the moment, but he seems to have nothing to do.

That's embarrassing.

"Your Excellency Archmage, can't you brainwash that idiot with a spell and let us go?"

"I can't."

"So how about a spell biu blow them all up?"

"No, it won't."

"That's right...... So how about reading a biu and turning them all into goats? Polar bears can too. ”

“……”

Nefarian looked at Carlos, disguised as a Black Iron Dwarf, with a "you're kidding me" look, trying to dissect Carlos' inner thoughts from Carlos' bearded pie face.

"It doesn't seem to work, so can you turn us around with a?"

"I'm not good at medicine, so I'm sorry I can't solve the problem at once!"

Nefarian spoke in a weird tone.

"It's okay, I forgive you."

Carlos waved his hand to show that he was generous, and then turned to leave to communicate with the Thorsilver Brotherhood.

Damn it! How could my flawless plan go awry!

Nefarian quickly pondered what was wrong.

The route is carefully chosen, the timing of the blood ritual is meticulous, and once these plans are specified and implemented, it is difficult to change them, after all, magic is a delicate craft, and any deviation can lead to unknown results. Nefarian was certain that neither the Black Iron Dwarves nor the gunpowder behind them had the ability to tamper with the scheme they had specified. So why was the time of the Blood Sacrifice Ritual brought forward?!

Actually, the Nefarian solution mentioned by Carlos earlier can probably still be done, but the black dragon prince looked up at the dim sky and couldn't help but sigh.

That's the problem, this human mercenary hasn't gone underground yet, they still have a way out.

For a few days, Carlos's superficial doubts and temptations were not concealed at all, and once he used more than [Victor. Nefarios] will inevitably cause unpredictable reactions, which in turn will lead to the failure of his own plans.

Failure was the most unacceptable for Nefarian.

The true dwarves of the Thorium Brotherhood and the dutiful fellow dwarves were communicating and negotiating, Nefarian and Carlos both looked anxious, but one was really anxious, and the other was pretending to be anxious.

After almost an hour of talking, during which two hundred-strong Black Iron Dwarf patrols passed, Carlos and his party were still refused permission by the Black Iron Dwarf garrison on the pretext that they had not been notified of the transfer.

"What should I do?"

"**** mother!"

"What are you doing?"

"!"

Even Nefarian, who hated planning for the unexpected, finally agreed to this simple and crude solution to the problem.

More than 1,000 people against 300 people, still in close quarters, there was no suspense in the battle, Carlos and his party broke out, and almost in two minutes they completed an almost massacre battle. Afterwards, for the first time, Nefarian realized his extraordinary magical prowess in front of people, and more than 300 corpses that had been scraped clean were slowly swallowed up by the earth in the sound of long spells, and the once bloody battlefield became empty and clean again.

Although delayed for almost three hours, Carlos's troops were able to advance again.

"Carlos, I don't feel right, Victor. Nefarios has something to hide from us, and the Brotherhood of Thorium is telling true lies, and if we go any further, we will go deep into the underworld, will it ....."

Sylvie. Morgan's dwarven form was a stout, lean man, and she leaned into Carlos's ear to express her concerns in a graceful voice that didn't fit in shape.

"What's the matter, we didn't tell the truth anyway, everyone thought they were praying mantis and the other party was a cicada, it depends on who laughs last is the real yellow sparrow."

Although I have not heard of the proverb that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is in the after, Sylvie. Morgan still understood what Carlos meant.

"You lied to them, and you lied to me?"

Sylvie. Morgan asked in a very flat tone, but Carlos heard a little dissonance.

"Don't underestimate the paper contract, although all three parties have cheating methods, but be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years."

Carlos said solemnly.

"I'm sorry, I had a mood swing just now, you're right."

Sylvie. Morgan's expression twisted for a moment, then returned to normal, appearing calm and sane.

"Very good, let's go, just to see what the underground world of the Black Iron Dwarves is like."

After a short conversation, Carlos and his party officially stepped into the melting pot.

And in the depths of the melting pot, at the scene of the blood sacrifice ceremony, thousands of black iron dwarf slaves, prisoners, and losers of political struggles were imprisoned in iron cages, or cursed, or indifferently observed, or scratched lice from their beards.

The dwarven mages of Dark Furnace City also didn't care about these living sacrifices that were about to be used for blood sacrifices, and repeatedly adjusted the magic flow of the Great Magic Array over and over again to strengthen the stability of the energy nodes.

"Master, do you think so?"

A black iron dwarf mage respectfully asked an old human man for advice, and the surrounding black iron dwarves seemed to take it for granted, turning a blind eye to this scene.

"Here, here, and here, it needs to be changed."

"Understood, I'll go."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the Black Iron Dwarven Mage immediately trotted away.

"Mario-sama, these dead basilisks are floppy, are they really comfortable to sit on?"

"It's better than sitting on the floor, isn't it?"

The King of the Blue Dragon smiled at the Raven Man, and had no intention of getting up from the corpse of the Fire Demon. A ten-meter radius of magic barrier blocked the perception of outsiders, and the highest-ranking dwarven mage was mentally controlled, killing the fire demon watcher, and Malygos took control of the ritual field in the simplest way possible.

In addition, the magic circle required for the Blood Sacrifice Ritual has been modified.

"Ashkandi, do you know what their biggest mistake was?"

"Huh?"

The crow man didn't know why, and he didn't understand what the old man he respected was saying at all.

"They don't understand, I'm the King of Magic!"

Malygos said with a smile, looking at Ashkandi with loving eyes as if he loved his sharpest sword.

"I don't have any in-depth knowledge of spells, especially those in the world of Azeroth, so I don't know what level it takes to be called the King of Magic, but Lord Mario, your strength is naturally extremely strong."

Ashkandi said from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, is that so? However, it is not strong enough, otherwise it will not be the son who will be slaughtered, but Lao Tzu. ”

As he said the words with unknown meaning, the corners of the Blue Dragon King's mouth flashed into a happy smile. (To be continued.) )