Northrend, Borean Tundra, the dwarven city of Castle Mithril.

This underground city is a little more deserted than when Zhou Zhuo, a panda man traveling scholar, came to live here temporarily, although the big furnace is still full of people, and the business district looks quite lively, but in other parts of the city, there are many more empty rooms, and the goblins of venture capital companies who bought some real estate here and are waiting for promotion have also laid off their branches here.

Many of the Copperbeard Dwarves have returned to Kazmodan, they miss their hometown, the icy land of Danmoro, or the relatives who still live there, the dwarves are very nostalgic creatures, and their departure has also made Mythril Castle lose its former vitality.

But this did not cause any trouble to the city administrators, in fact, according to Queen Moira's investigation, the sudden "baby boom" that has swept the entire Azeroth in recent years has also affected the dwarves, and it only takes another ten years, and when the babies born in these years grow up, Mithril Castle will become lively again.

And most importantly, the dwarves born in Castle Mithril will no longer miss Danmoro as much as their ancestors.

The thinking of the politically skilled princess Moira has always been very clear, only these new generations that are gradually growing up are her hope to unite the six dwarf clans, and the dwarves are immortal species, and for more than ten years, or even decades, it is not a big deal for them.

At this time, in the quietest throne room of Mithril Castle, Queen Moira was holding a dwarven history picture book, reciting ancient stories to her son lying in the cradle, and the royal attendants and maids who were guarding around did not dare to make any noise, only when she was with her own son, Queen Moella looked like a real woman, and when she began to deal with government affairs, she was almost like her father and grandfather.

The royal temperament inherited by the Copperbeard family shines very dazzlingly on Moira, and she seems to be a natural ruler.

And even though her son has just learned to call his mother, Queen Moira has already begun to train her son and plan his future path so that he can become an absolutely qualified ruler.

She gently pushed her son's cradle, a touch of motherhood floating on the queen's face, in the warm fire beating around, the baby's face was reflected in her eyes, he had the golden hair inherited from the Copperbeard family, but the pupils of his eyes were like the fiery pupils of the Thorrison family of the Black Iron Royalty, probably the relationship between the diluted dragon's blood and the life juice that had been fed since childhood, this child was much stronger than a baby as old as him.

This is good, it is a testament to the good bloodlines of this child, and he will surely become the king of all the dwarves in the future, as Moira and Thorison expected!

But this moment of warmth was soon shattered.

Accompanied by the door of the throne room being pushed open, Muradin with a hood covering his cheeks. Copperbeard walked in, and at his signal, all the guards and maids hurried out of the hall and handed it over to Prince Copperbeard and his niece, Queen Moira.

"Uncle Muradin, I didn't hear from you returning, is there something important going on?"

Queen Moella's relationship with Muradine was not very good, just like her relationship with her father, and Moella's favorite relative was her easy-going and affectionate Uncle Brian, but she still got up to welcome Muradin's arrival.

After all, she had lost her father and husband, Muradin and Brian, the only relatives she had left.

"There's something I want to talk to you about, but let me hug my lovely little grandson first."

Muradine put the hammer aside in his hand, he waved at Moira, and then opened his arms and took his little grandson from Moella's hand, his hand that was accustomed to holding weapons seemed so gentle at this moment, he stroked the child's hair, and the chubby cheek, probably awakened by the low temperature of Muladin's diamond body, the dwarven baby opened his eyes.

With his flaming eyes, he looked at his grandfather holding him in amazement, probably wondering why he looked different from the other dwarves, and after a few seconds, he raised his little hand again, trying to grasp Muradin's vivid diamond beard.

And that playful gesture made Muradin laugh heartily.

"Hahaha, look at my little Anweima, he will definitely become a real king in the future!"

Muradin appreciated the courage of the child in his arms, and the name Anwemar must have paid homage to the greatest mountain king of the dwarves, Anwemar, who is said to have been jointly established by Moella's father, Magni, and her husband, Thorrisson, who informed Moira of the name in a letter, and the dwarven queen was pleased with her son's name.

"Alright, it's time for you to rest, little man!"

Muradin sat down in his chair and played with the child for a few minutes, then put his grandson back into the cradle, and at the queen's signal, her most loyal chief lady-in-waiting stepped forward and pushed it out of the throne room, and the rest of the time was time to get down to business.

"Say, Uncle Muradin."

Moira got up and poured a glass of wine for her uncle, which, though he could not taste at all in Muradin's present posture, was a matter of etiquette, and after Muradin had taken the glass, the queen said:

"What kind of thing can make you take the initiative to step into this place you hate the most?"

"I don't hate Mythril Castle, and I don't hate you, Moella."

Muradin said dryly:

"I just hate politics and those dark conspiracies, that's all, I'll cut a long story short, Moella, my niece, there are two things!"

"First, as Prince Copperbeard, I will support the Council of the Six Hammers you established, and Brian will support it as well, I have some friendships with Furstad and Kudran, and I can persuade them to support you on your behalf, and I am still a member of the Guardian system, so I can also ask the Guardians to let the Iron Dwarves who have not been very concerned with you join your Council. ”

Muradin's diamond eyes blinked, and before Moira could react, he added:

"And after you become the titular queen, high priest, or prime minister of all the dwarves, you have to declare your support for Varian when necessary. Ureon becomes the Emperor of the Human Empire! If necessary, you'll need to send our soldiers to help Varian if he needs it! ”

These two requests made Moira's eyes widen.

She is different from Muradin, who knows nothing about politics, she has her own thinking and understanding of politics, and Mulardin's request is obviously difficult for her to accept for a while, the queen sits on her throne, she frowns, looks at her whimsical uncle in front of her, she said loudly:

"Nope! Muradin, uncle! We can't do that! We can't just meddle in the internal affairs of the Human Empire like that, which would break the current neutrality of the Dwarves between the Federation and the Empire. ”

"And we can't give our friends the impression that "dwarves like to dictate the internal affairs of other countries", so that no one wants to be friends with us... Listen to me, Muradin, I know that you have a good personal relationship with Varian, you are very optimistic about him, and you have told us more than once that you want to have a son like Varian, and I know you want to help him, but not in this way! ”

"Political games have the gameplay of political games, this is not a war on the battlefield, my uncle, I will refer to your opinion and make a statement at the right time, but we can't be so urgent."

"I don't know it's you, Moira! My niece, at this critical moment, you are still thinking about my plans with the thinking of a politician! ”

Muradin snorted, and he removed the Heart of Azeroth from his neck and threw it to Moira:

"Hold it! Listen to it, watch it! ”

The dwarven queen suspiciously held the golden, crystal-encrusted quaint pendant in her hand, and the next moment, some silhouette pictures and sounds rushed into her heart, which made Moira startled, but when she realized that those sounds and pictures would not hurt her, she calmed down again, and after ten seconds, Moella opened her eyes, and she looked at her uncle:

"Muradin!"

The queen asked, "Who is that voice?" She told me that the world was coming to an end. ”

"That's the spirit of the world, the embodiment of this world."

Muradin said solemnly:

"Do you understand now? I'm asking you to get involved in the affairs of the Empire, not simply because I want to help little Varian become Emperor, but because we need a complete and united Empire! We need the power of humanity, we need the power of the whole world, including me to reorganize the Council of the Six Hammers for you, and I need you to unite the dwarves to meet the future war. ”

"I've already told Varian that when the Human Pope crowns him, the Dwarven Council of the Six Hammers will send an envoy! I can't waste too much time here, I still have to go to the Eastern Continent..."

"War again? The forge is above, this damn war! ”

Queen Moira looked worried, she did not doubt the truth of Uncle Muradin's words, Muradin was a typical warrior, he rarely lied, but what made the queen feel worried was that her son Anweima, she herself had experienced the war for the destruction of the Copperbeard Kingdom, she was not afraid of the cruelty of war, but her son should live in a better and more peaceful era, not be as displaced as her.

Probably seeing some of his niece's fear, Muradin comforted:

"Don't be afraid, Moira, if war does break out, send Anweima to Ulduar, the safest place in the world, but we, we still have to fight for the world and ourselves! Listen to me, the Iron Dwarves are a force you can trust, they are absolutely obedient to the orders of the Guardians, and they don't have free will of their own. ”

"And you don't need to worry about the earth spirit's side, take this!"

The spokesperson of the world handed his holy hammer Valanar to her niece, and the dwarven queen looked at the activated creation scepter in her hand, in the beating of the titanic energy like blue lightning, the brilliant gems and carvings on the surface of the holy hammer made it look so gorgeous and sacred.

"This is the symbol of the Earth Spirit King, as long as you hold this holy hammer, you can ask the Earth Spirit to obey you, but remember that the Earth Spirit already has free will, so you can't force them to do something excessive."

Muradin whispered to his niece:

"I can only help you, with the support of Copperbeard, Earth Spirit, and Iron Dwarf, you only need to rely on your own wisdom and convince the Frost Dwarf or the Brute Hammer to support you, and you can become the first queen of the Council of the Six Hammers, as for the Black Iron Dwarf... I'll talk to the federal parliamentarians about it, but don't get your hopes up. ”

"Don't forget what you promised me, Moira! I'll get Brian back to help you, remember, seize all the time and bring the dwarves together! ”

Muradin took a step back, and he looked at his niece:

"This matter is not a joke, you have heard the warning of the spirit of the world with your own ears, I allow you to play some small conspiracies, but in the face of great rights and wrongs, you must remember that the Copperbeard family is a member of this world, if the world is gone, your queen's throne will have no meaning, Moira, you are the smartest person in the Copperbeard family, I believe, you understand the meaning of all this, right?"

"I see! I won't let you down, uncle, and I won't let down the scepter, a symbol of greatness... I promise! ”

Moira carefully placed the Creation Scepter beside her throne, she watched her uncle turn and leave the throne room, her eyes flashing with joy and anticipation, her fingers caressing the surface of Valanar's hammer, letting the blue lightning entwine around her fingertips, Moira whispered:

"My Anwema, my son, maybe your poor mother can only be a dwarven empress in name only, but I believe... Yes, I believe that the moment you grow up, you will inevitably become the true Emperor of the Six Hammers! ”

"Yes, the human race has its own emperor, why can't the dwarves have it!"

The queen let out a low laugh, and a moment later Moira's majestic voice came from the throne room:

"An invitation to the Brute Hammer, Black Iron, Earth Spirits, Iron Dwarves, and Frost Dwarves!"

"Tell the delegates that the Council of the Six Hammers will soon hold an important meeting about the safety of this world, about the future of the dwarven race, about the true leader of the dwarven civilization..."

"Tell them that I only need real warriors, and let the cowards who dare not face the end face the end hide in their own homes and tremble!"

"This time, it's our dwarves' turn to save the world!"