Zuckerberg rode on his mount, unconcerned by the almost physical envy around him, just looking up at the red sun in the sky that was about to sink to the horizon, silently calculating how many gold coins he could get this time. It was about whether his blacksmith shop could buy the empty house next to it and expand it further. In addition to this, he also wanted to buy a new forge, and it is said that a new high-grade forge that uses fire crystallization as a burning material was introduced in the large workshop, which made Zuckerberg's heart burn.

He was a Colombian, strictly speaking a Colombian of Mexican origin, his father was an honest blacksmith, and his mother was a singer, a Mexican singer! You know, it's the kind of guy who sings with a pole in a bar.

Zuckerberg wanted to leave the house when he was very young, his father would only swing a hammer and hammer all day long, and his mother would go out early and return late, sometimes swaggering through the market with strange men in front of his family's blacksmith shop. Zuckerberg, a little older, knew what that meant.

So when he was fourteen years old, Zuckerberg joined the local gang and used the money from smuggling contraband to leave Mexico and come to Colombia.

With no survival skills, Zuckerberg mingles with all kinds of gangs, large and small, doing small things to make a living, watching for others, helping kidnappers talk, cleaning up the blood stains left by those gangsters, and even going to prison for crimes.

Then entered this magical world while serving his sentence!

Perhaps because he was a child, Zuckerberg chose the Dwarves and picked up the hammer that he once looked down upon.

It was only at this time that he realized what he was really after!

Zack has become a respected blacksmith, and as his skills in forging have become more and more sophisticated, his life has also changed dramatically, not only was he released from prison early, but he even has his own mansion, beautiful women, huge money, and a studio of his own!

In addition, there are many things that others can't reach, such as the Danmoro Highland Goat under his crotch, which is different from ordinary Highland goats, Zuckerberg's horse has snow-white wool covering the whole body, which not only means that this Highland Goat is a pure snowy mountain breed, but also a pure-blooded breed that money can't buy, and the jumping and climbing ability is twice as much as that of ordinary Highland goats, making this pure-blooded Danmoro Highland Goat the first choice in the eyes of dwarf mountain rangers!

The burning eyes of the players around him made Zuckerberg sigh silently, and to be honest, he would rather stay in Ironforge and take care of his little shop than join this army to go to the Burning Plains.

"Hey, Zach! What are you thinking? A shrill voice came from beside him, and Zuckerberg didn't have to turn his head to know it was Thornley, a dwarf player.

He was ready to respond with silence to this little guy who was a little crazy, and everyone who knew Sanley knew that this bald dwarf was an out-and-out noise-making machine, and those two lips were like springs, opening and closing in a reciprocating motion every minute and every second.

"Hi, hi! Damn, are you deaf? Seeing that Zuckerberg ignored him, the dwarf Thornley stood up from his mount, a chocobo that looked about the size of an ostrich, jumped onto Zuckerberg's back, and reached out to tear at the dwarven smith's messy hair.

The unbearable Zuckerberg grabbed the dwarf from his back, and the strength he had exercised by swinging the hammer for a long time made him easily hang the dwarf in front of him with one hand: "Thornley, I don't want to listen to your noise, so you'd better spit out something meaningful, otherwise, see that?" ”

Zuckerberg pointed to a gravel pit not far away, the pit was not large, at most a chocobo could squat in it to incubate its eggs, but what was hidden under the pit was the problem, and the fire poison spiders of the burning plains liked to hunt in this way.

"Do you want to see if I can throw you in there exactly?" Zuckerberg is very confident in his arm strength, well, at least a distance of more than ten meters can still allow him to throw this lump of pollutants in his hand.

The dwarf's face changed drastically, he knew that Zuckerberg was not joking, in fact, since the two knew each other, he had been treated like this by Zuckerberg several times, of course, the reason was all the fault of this chatter gnome.

"Calm down, calm down, my friend!" The dwarf Sang Li smiled shyly, "I have new news, real news!" ”

Zuckerberg shrugged his eyebrows and motioned for the dwarf to continue.

"I heard it from the guys who escorted the supplies in the back, it is said that this time we are going to rescue those black-skinned dwarves in the Black Rock Mountain, you know, those black charcoal relatives of your dwarves!" The gnome hung in the air and said, "I heard that those black dwarfs want to return to Ironforge and return to the Three Hammers Alliance, you should know this better than me!" ”

"I don't know!" With a flick of his hand, Zuckerberg threw Thornley back on the Chocobo's back, "I never cared about that!" ”

"What a pity!" The noisy dwarf stood on the broad back of the chocobo, gesturing with both hands as he crushed Zuckerberg's eardrums with a shrill voice, "I also saw some elves in the back, I can assure you, those must be NPCs, not those damn long-eared idiots!" ”

Due to the sheer number of players, many elven players behave in a way that is simply unworthy of their delicate appearance, and as a result, they are often seen as unwelcome fools in the eyes of players of other races.

"Regular Army?"

"How is that possible!" Thornley pouted, everyone knew that the elves had thrown most of the army into the bottomless pit of the Jerimanca Desert, where were the extra troops sent, in fact, the dwarves and gnomes were not so good in this regard, otherwise, it would be impossible to recruit them this time to rescue the Blackstone Dwarves.

"Not the regular army? So where do these elves come from? ”

Zackerberg, who didn't have much education, didn't see through the fog at a glance, he just felt a little strange, but he didn't think much about it, after all, since the Order's expedition to the Jerimanca Desert, it was rare to see elves appear elsewhere.

The dwarf Sang Libalabala said his unbounded conjectures, and found that Zuckerberg was not listening at all, and couldn't help but be discouraged for a while, the common problem of chatter is to want someone to listen, and it is not interesting for a person to talk to himself.

Seeing that the dwarf didn't want to take care of himself anymore, the dwarf had no choice but to pull his mount: "I'll inquire again!" ”

Watching Sonley run to the back, Zuckerberg shook his head, God knows if this guy wants to inquire about the news or wants to have a relationship with those long-eared people, he doesn't look at it, he doesn't have a pair of long-legged and tall figures, which elf girl can look at it!

When the last rays of the setting sun faded, an order came from the front of the group, and in order to rescue the Blackstone dwarves as soon as possible, the dwarven officer who led the team asked to travel overnight, which meant that Zuckerberg and they had to light torches.

This is not a good idea, as the torches will not only attract the attention of those monsters, but will also force them to free a hand, which will cause them a lot of trouble when fighting.

And in fact, there are more troubles than Zuckerberg imagined, and they are bigger!

"Don't those dwarves have brains?" On a hill not far away, a scout troll player looked at the fire dragon that was gradually brightening, and was really speechless to these dwarves whose brains were full of muscles and stones, "Where do they think this is?" Dan Morrow's Snow? ”

"Maybe they think it's their back garden!" Another troll scout summoned his pet, a half-meter-long black eagle, he tied a long piece of red linen to the eagle's leg, patted his pet's head, and took out a small piece of meat from the leather pouch around his waist.

Watching his companion transmit the signal of the target's appearance, the troll player pulled out a short knife with a long arm with some excitement, took out a bottle of voodoo potion, and evenly wiped the liquid on the blade, trolls, like dwarves, have no advantage in reconnaissance at night, since the signal has been sent back, it means that they have automatically become combatants from now on.

"That's the voodoo potion you managed to get!"

The troll player let out a few low laughs, and the troll's vocal cords made the laughter sound particularly treacherous: "That's a big deal, a whole eleven chasers!" I also count on relying on tonight's exploits to let myself go to the main regiment, and I am really tired of scouting work! ”

"Okay, if you're happy!" The other troll didn't bother to bother him, pulling out his monoculars and continuing to observe the dragon.

In a cave a few kilometers away, a staff officer removed the strip of cloth from the feet of the Zunar Flying Eagle, compared it with other information for a while, and then turned and walked towards the outside of the cave.

"Lord Banora, the target is about to reach the battlefield area!"

"Has the situation changed?"

The staff officer looked at the information summarized in his hand: "No! Like the message sent by the undercover agent, the number of dwarves who went to Blackstone Mountain for rescue was about five thousand five hundred, of which less than a thousand were the regular army of Ironforge Fort, mainly composed of mountain ranger troops and hammer guards, the others were players, and the ones responsible for guarding the supplies were some dwarven players and Lord Galtlin's Green Forest Knights Guild, according to the original plan, as soon as the attack began, they would completely burn the materials and be responsible for blocking the retreat of those dwarves! ”

"How many more do we have?"

"The hunting regiment, the Wings of the Ancients and the poisonous bees are on standby!"

Banora touched the sword on his back, and he found that he had become more and more accustomed to being a watcher of the Abyss: "Let the poisonous bees set off at once, cut off the Shamori Pass, and set up defenses there!" ”

"Are you worried that Lord Galtlin won't be able to stop those dwarves? We've put two hunting regiments in charge of assisting Lord Galterin, and there's no way those dwarves will leave here alive! ”

"Are you questioning my decision?" Banora turned her head, her scarlet eyes staring at the staff officer.

Feeling a strong murderous aura that was almost like substance, the staff officer immediately straightened up and said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I'll go and deliver your order immediately!" ”

"Why, you still can't trust Gatlin?" Watching the staff officer leave, the professor walked over slowly, "In my opinion, it doesn't matter if you escape somewhat, it's better for you, isn't it?" By then, Galtlin would have been a traitor! ”

"No, on the contrary, I believe in him! Because I believe in him, I know he can't just have that ability! ”

"You mean?"

"Professor, I may not be as good as you in research, but in battle, it's the other way around! Especially after I became an Abyss Watcher! Banora drew the sword from her back and said, "Less than a thousand dwarven troops, which is simply not enough for the Three Hammers Council of Ironforge to take care of. ”

There was a contemplative glint in the professor's eyes: "You mean these are just pawns used to find a way?" Would those dwarves really watch the Blackstone dwarves perish like this? ”

"Haven't they been watching it for a long time? The Black Dragon Prince and the Flame Lord didn't just appear today! ”

"You're right! In other words, do those old dwarves also want to see who is behind this and is preparing to fish in troubled waters? Well, if you think about it this way, Galtlin was able to get those elves to join the bait because there was an angler lurking behind him? ”

The red light in Banola's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Whether it is a fisherman or a big fish, you will only know when you catch it!" But first, I had to tie the fence tightly! ”

"You're right, let the water run out before you can catch the fish!" The professor also smiled, "But in this case, the Cerberus Wing used to launch the attack will have a lot of losses!" ”

"Where are the immortals in war!" Banora didn't care, even if it meant great losses for the expensive cavalry troops, "What's more, I prepared good food and wine for the uninvited guests!" ”

"Oh, what is it?"

Banora led the professor out of the cave and onto the top of a hill that had been specially leveled.

I saw dozens of hideous catapults lined up here in a staggered and orderly manner, huge wheels almost comparable to human beings were covered with a layer of iron sheets, and lathes made of hard wood and leather were placed on axles thick with human legs, and on top of them were three layers of pine wood and three layers of iron thickened launchers.

"Orgrimmar's city-breaking ballista!" The professor could see at a glance the origin of these big creatures, these rugged tools of war were used by the orcs to fire huge stones and crossbow arrows, and unlike the counterweight trebuchet, this ballista cart was more like a ballista, using a twisted firing style.

And when he saw the "ammunition" that had been placed on the tendons as thick as an arm, ready to be projected at any time, the professor knew what Banora meant by "good wine and good food"!

Plague buckets of the undead!