As Thrall climbed the hill, Albert happened to be standing outside the cave. Seeing his figure, the paladin greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, Sal, are you in a hurry to enjoy the sunset?" ”

Sal waved his hand, "It's a shame I don't have that time—I need your help, friend." ”

Infected by his eagerness, Albert also became serious: "What is the matter?" ”

"It's a long story. Is Dineen in there? ”

"Yes."

"Then let's go in and talk." Sal said as he walked in first.

There was no fire in the cavern, so it was dim, and by the light outside the cavern could only dimly see a figure sitting cross-legged in front of the embers of the fire, and even as they entered, they did not react. Sal couldn't help but wonder if he just fell asleep. He tentatively shouted, "Dineh? ”

It so happened that Albert fumbled with a torch. Dineh's suddenly opened golden pupils lit up terrifyingly in the reflection of the firelight. For a moment, Thrall had strange hallucinations, as if memory and reality had overlapped, and he returned to the moment when he looked at the black dragon. He took a step backwards uncontrollably, almost crashing into Albert behind him. The paladin quickly stepped aside, supported him with his hand, and said in surprise: "What's wrong?" ”

The inquiry dispelled all illusions. Thrall shook his head to sober himself up. He looked over again, and was greeted by Dinein's equally concerned gaze, warm and genuine. This made the last trace of panic in his heart disappear without a trace. Thrall sat down in front of the rekindled bonfire and said amusedly, "I don't know why, I thought you were a dragon." ”

His human friends took this as a joke. Albert quipped, "That's too polite, you could have changed it to a more powerful word – like a demon?" ”

Dinin half-opened his eyes and looked at them lazily: "Thank you both for the compliment, but it's a little inappropriate, I've been cultivating my body recently." ”

His calm attitude was contagious, and Sal couldn't help but relax. He asked curiously, "Self-cultivation?" ”

"It's about controlling your emotions." Dineen simply and crudely explained this word from the pandaren culture.

"And the result?"

Dinen pouted, and Albert stood up, took a black stick from the corner and handed it to Thrall.

"That's the result." He couldn't help but laugh.

The orc took it in surprise, at first he thought it was a burning stick, but the weight of his hand made him realize that it was metalwork. He looked at the shape of the thing, which had melted and distorted due to the heat, and finally looked at the part in his hand, and finally found something familiar, and had a vague conjecture.

"Is this ......," Sal said hesitantly, "Dinein's sword?" ”

"You guessed it." Albert laughed, "By the way, he almost melted my hammer with it." ”

Dinen snorted unhappily.

"It's just a simple sword practice, and I don't think much of anything else......," he grumbled, and then said, "aren't you in trouble, Sal?" ”

Sal was sure he was diverting the subject. But there's nothing wrong with that. So he recounted his experience again.

After listening to his story, Dineh scratched his chin and sneered, "Please, what does the element have to do with the blue dragon?" If you say you're here to seek revenge, I believe it. ”

The casual exclamation was exchanged for the curious glances of the other two. Dinen sighed as expected—well, it's storytelling time again.

The feud between the black dragon and the blue dragon dates back to the period of the Ancient War 10,000 years ago. Bewitched by the whispers of the Elder God, the Earth Guardian Nesario tricked the other guardian dragons into creating a golden disc known as the Dragon's Soul, which gathered the best of all dragons except the Black Dragon King, and then turned against him and snatched the Dragon's Soul, and with its power he nearly slaughtered the Blue Dragons who opposed him. The leader of the Blue Dragon, Malygos the Weaver, also had a nervous breakdown due to the huge blow. The two clans that were originally friendly have never shared the same sky, and the guardian dragon who has been greatly injured has also retired from the world.

- But there shouldn't be any members of the Blue Dragon Clan left in that betrayal. Even with the help of the Life Bound Oath, the newborn blue dragon that has grown up in just a few years will not be able to compete with the youngest black dragon in terms of mind and experience.

Dinen pondered for a while and put this issue aside for the time being, the current situation of the blue dragon had nothing to do with him. Even if there was really such a blue dragon chasing and killing the black dragon they were going to face, it was unlikely that the two sides would cooperate. Instead of thinking about seeking help from outside forces, it is better to play the cards you have in your hand.

He clapped his hands, woke up the two young men who were still immersed in the earth-shattering war, and then looked at Sal: "I guess your shaman's plan is to stay out of it for now?" ”

"Sounds like you think otherwise." Albert said sharply, "But partner, that's a dragon!" ”

"So it's chasing after you and causing more trouble than a hungry rat." Dineen didn't care at all, "If you want me to say that hiding in Tibet like a bunch of rabbits is a bit too humble, is this the nature of orcs?" ”

Hearing this, Thrall straightened up, and a light flashed in his blue eyes. He said in a low but firm voice, "No, we are never afraid of any enemy, nor do we run away from any battle. Frostwolves are willing to fight for their homes and families at all times. Lok’tar o gar！ ”

"It's so much better than the first time." Dineen smiled at him, "Either way." ”

"So," Albert said slowly, "you really plan to ...... Slaying dragons? He said the last word very lightly, with a little disbelief.

"I thought you would say 'we.'" Thrall looked at him.

"If you say 'intended,' it's you. But when it comes to doing it, of course it's going to be 'us'. Albert responded, "We always have, haven't we?" ”

"You mean," Dinen asked, holding his chin, "you two rushing in front and I yelling at the back to calm down...... This? ”

Albert gave him a look angrily: "Come on, it's usually me who shouts this kind of thing!" ”

Then they laughed together.

After laughing, the center of the conversation returned to proposing a solution. This step is much more difficult and detailed than the previous yes or no decision. But Dineen wasn't unprepared for it.

Of course he had hunted dragons. From the five-colored dragon to artificial variants like the Void Dragon Twilight Dragon, to other subspecies and gigantic beasts with dragons in their names, whether adult dragon calves or cubs, alive or dead, physical or soulful, insane or controlled, he has faced, witnessed and heard about their defeat by mortals - nothing is invincible driven by the desire to save the world, protect the homeland, or simply profit.

The problem is that Dineen can't play in person. He had just regained his basic mobility, but most of his energy was still focused on controlling himself. If he accidentally gets out of control......

The Black Dragon is highly resistant to the elements, but his allies are not.

"Maybe you can ......," he looked at the paladin with bad intentions, "How about a holy shield and jump into the throat of the black dragon and choke it to death?" ”

Albert imagined the scene for a moment and nodded solemnly: "Maybe you can." ”

Dineh's face was stunned: "I'm joking!" ”

"Oh, me too." Albert said calmly.

Dinein: "......"

Regardless of this sudden online belly black attribute, Albert is unlikely to play. The orcs will not accept him, especially in an extremely difficult battle, where unity is the most important advantage.

The only one of the trio who will rise to the challenge is Sal. On the one hand, he would never leave his people behind, and on the other hand, his outstanding performance has made him the head wolf of the young orcs, and the elders have no objection to this - he is the blood of the chieftain, the apprentice of the shaman, and he is equally good in terms of brain, strength and character, and the only thing that prevents Thrall from becoming a leader is a slight lack of experience and friendship with humans, but all this can be solved by time.

So it's likely that he'll be expected to lead this dragon hunt, and what Dineen has to do is increase his chances of winning as much as possible.

Thrall himself was able to solve the two aspects of inspiration and command, and there was no need for reconnaissance to interfere. Then what the orcs need is experience and- Dinen frowned.

He pondered for a moment, then sighed deeply for his bottom line of gradually retreating.

"—and better weapons." The craftsman said reluctantly.

***

Because of the vastly different living environments, apart from some conventional basic laws, the differences between the orc clans are so great that they can almost be called different races, such as the wolf cavalry of the Warsong clan and the shaman culture of the Shadowmoon clan. And the orcs who are most proficient in forging are often born or educated by the Blackstone clan. The craftsmanship of the Frostwolf Clan, who had been banished early, had little to do with metal. Most of the bones they used were prey bones, wood, and polished stone, with the only metalwork they had been traded with members of other clans. Sarna's battle axe from him was the best weapon in the clan.

Therefore, the biggest problem faced by Dinen is that there is no material.

Of course, his problem was not limited to this. But the desire for the great glory of dragon hunting made the orcs resist him very little, and the rest was perfectly solved by Thrall, who had used his talent as a leader. His short but powerful speech was met with a frenzied response from his audience, who raised their weapons and let out a scream that shook the ground, fearless in anticipation of the battle to come.

"The last time I saw such a scene," Drektar said with emotion, "was when Durotan was still around. ”

I thought it was when you weren't blind - Dineen snorted, rarely without uttering a provocative word. It wasn't easy, but considering that the orc would provide him with materials, he kept an appropriate silence.

Yes, Drektar took on that duty. He made a request to the Spirit of the Earth—only this once, please give us a tiny fraction of your bones and cornerstones so that we can overcome that enemy. I promise that we will cherish this gift and will not waste any of it.

For a moment, Dineen seemed to hear a sigh of innocence, and a fleeting sadness swept over his heart. But he couldn't confirm whether it was a delusion. And Drektar had already made a voice of gratitude, summoning his people to go somewhere.

They were rewarded with an open-pit iron ore mine with a small number of associated mines. For frostwolf orcs who are mining veins for the first time, this is too much less difficult. They quickly threw themselves into the toil.

Dineh's job is just as heavy. A large amount of unrefined iron ore was thrown directly in front of him by the orcs. He also had to smelt the raw material before starting the formal forging process.

Luckily, only the parts of the weapon that could provide damage were expected to be made, spear tips, arrowheads, axes, and hammers, with the rest replaced by wood and stone. That's a lot less work, which is a lot less thankful...... Well, he didn't know what to be thankful for.

Dinen stared at the large number of raw materials on display in front of him, the most rudimentary tools and the raging flames, moved his wrist, and stepped forward.

- Very good, let's get started.