At the beginning of Chaos, the Titans of the Creator traveled from one world to another, shaping them as they wished, and bringing them under the rule of Order. During their journey, they came to a lesser world - what came to be known as Azeroth.

In order to help themselves transform the world, the Titans created many races. In order to dig unfathomable caverns in the earth, the Titans created earth spirits with magical stones; In order to create the sea and move the land from the seabed, the Titans created the giant docile sea giants. The Titans spent centuries transforming the world, until eventually, a perfect continent appeared in the world of Azeroth. The Titans carved a lake of magical energy in the center of the continent and named it the Well of Eternity as the source of life in this world. The infinite energy contained in the lake can support the skeleton of the world and help all kinds of life take root and sprout on this fertile soil. Over time, trees, grasses, monsters, and all kinds of creatures have flourished on the continent. When night fell, the Titans gave the continent a name: Kalimdor - "The Land of Eternal Starlight"

After the Titans of Creation left Azeroth, the Earth Spirits they created continued to carve and guard the depths of the world. The earth spirits do not care about the affairs of the various races that inhabit the surface, and they only focus on exploring the underground world.

While the explosion of the Well of Eternity tore apart the world of Azeroth, it also deeply affected the Earth Spirits. They have suffered a great blow from the suffering of the earth, and as a result, they have lost their sense of self and closed themselves in the stone chambers where they were born. Uldaman was the first city built by the Earth Spirits to be named after the Ancient Titans. And now, the city is buried deep underground, where the earth spirits have been sleeping for nearly 8,000 years.

It was unclear what had awakened them, but one day, the earth spirits of Uldaman had woken up from their slumber. These earth spirits found that their bodies had changed a lot during their slumber. Their skin, which was as hard as a stone, became soft and smooth, and their ability to control the earth and stones became much weaker. They became more ordinary creatures.

They call themselves "dwarves". The last remaining Earth Spirits left Uldaman City to explore the awakening world of Azeroth. Since they are still drawn to the mysteries and security of the depths of the earth, the dwarves have built a huge kingdom among the highest peaks on land. They named their kingdom after Kazgros, the god of the Titans, and called it "Kazmodan" (the word "Modan" means mountain in the dwarven language).

The dwarves built altars for their Titan fathers and built a huge furnace in the middle of the mountain. Since then, a city known as Ironforge has sprung up around this furnace. In the long years that followed, after the War of the Three Hammers, the dwarves split into three tribes: Copperbeard, Brute Hammer, and Black Iron.

To this day, after the news of Uldaman's discovery broke, the Black Iron Dwarven clan reacted quickly and launched an excavation of this underground treasure trove to prevent those powerful artifacts from falling into the hands of the ancestral enemies. Gargarn Firehammer, a councilor from the Dark Furnace, was tasked with overseeing Uldaman's excavations to ensure that Thoreson, the king of the Black Iron Dwarves, could use the artifact's destructive energy to destroy the enemies of the Black Iron Clan.

These greedy misers don't trust anyone, and any creature that comes near the subterranean city will be attacked, even the copperbearded dwarves who are also dwarves.

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Uldaman excavation site.

The Black Iron Dwarves have been digging for almost a year now, and although they have found a way to the underground city, the excavation of the shallow depths has not stopped, and the greedy Black Iron Dwarves have decided to kill them all, sparing not a single fragment of antiquities.

Serge Dulin, the "sleepy bug", held a musket in his arms, and looked nonchalantly at the slaves in the pit beneath the stone weir. The slaves were clearly numb, digging in the ground with pickaxes in their hands.

"Be careful, if you dig up those antiquities, you will pay with your lives." He slammed the butt of his gun on the ground and shouted a loud threat. He wasn't afraid of a misfire, and no one knew that the chamber wasn't loaded with bullets.

"Even if they knew, would these cowards still dare to resist?" He thought contemptuously. By virtue of his affinity with the Darkhearth Councillor, Mr. Gargarn Firehammer, he had not been in the position of Captain of the Guard for more than a week, but the wonderful taste of power had already made him want to stop.

There was a commotion among the slaves in the excavation grounds, but they were quickly overpowered by Serge's men. Human slaves are the first to obey, these humans are soft bones, and they are honest with two whips. Then there are the stone palatinal monsters, these ancient intelligent creatures are full of ** and greed in their bones, but they do not have the power and wisdom to match, they often just follow the crowd and coax a few times, and stop when they see that the momentum is wrong. The last to succumb were the Copperbeard Dwarves, the rock-like dwarves of Serre Doolin's distant relatives, who tended to die rather than give in, but their numbers were too small, there were only a few in the entire excavation site - most of the Copperbeard Dwarves died before they were caught, the Black Iron Slave Trappers rarely caught alive, and the few that were still in the excavation site were captured after being knocked unconscious. As for the ogres, these big guys, whose IQ is infinitely close to zero, are not involved in the revolt, and they still don't understand what is happening.

Serge Durin let out a long yawn and sat back in his chair under the parasol. He decided to catch up on it. These cheap bones have to come so many times a day, if it weren't for the fact that the slaves are really hard to catch now, he would have cut a few of them a few and deter these dross.

Just then, he heard another commotion from the excavation site below, not loud at first, but after a few screams, the noise suddenly rose to a high level.

"And there's more!" He got up from his chair with a "rub", and then pulled out a gunpowder paper bag from the leather bag on his belt, and he felt that he had to make an example of it today.

"It's time to teach these a lesson to remember." He thought angrily as he reloaded. He walked a few steps, looked down from the high weir probe, and he saw in disbelief that the excavation site was as chaotic as an ant's nest that had been lifted open, and that it was full of wolf-like guards and slaves. His gaze swept through the pit and he quickly found the cause of this qiē.

In the corner of the excavation site, a huge beast was raging wildly, and it could be seen that the beast was obviously wise, because most of his targets were guarded by heavily armed black iron dwarves, and one after another black iron dwarves bravely rushed forward, and then were slapped by its huge claws, which seemed not much more difficult than crushing insects. Even the finest dwarven armor could not resist this tremendous force, and many of the dwarven guards were beaten raw into meat tin pies.

The death of a large number of guards soon led to the consequences of the strict zhòng, and after realizing that they were no longer supervised, the slaves blew up the nest at once. They scattered and fled, the hope of freedom driving them to run as fast as they could.

The humans and the Copperbeard Dwarf slaves were running north, and the fools knew it was in the direction of Sersamar. The Palate Monsters scattered and fled, many even digging deeper into the mines, which was their instinct, and dark caves often gave them more security. The stupid ogres continued to dig with pickaxe after pick, and they were still the same, and this time they still didn't understand what was going on.

Serge Durin raised his gun and aimed it at the beast, but he didn't know if his musket bullets could hurt the behemoth, the creature's sheer size was a defensive advantage in itself.

After a thud of gunshots, the beast was gone, and Serge Doolin was not sure if he had hit his target, as the smoke from the muzzle of the gun blocked his vision, and he finally vaguely saw the beast as if it were rushing behind a stone statue.

He glanced at the excavation site and saw that most of the guards had fallen, and those who had been slapped into pies were obviously dead, but those who had been slapped were luckier, but most of them were badly injured and lying on the ground screaming.

Knowing that something was wrong, Serge Durin pounced on the alarm bell not far away and rang it without hesitation. The rapid sound of the bell gave him some security, but the captain of the dwarves still felt unsafe, so he hid on the side of the bell and hurriedly reloaded his musket, and in a panic he tried several times before he stuffed the bullet into the chamber of his gun, and then rammed it with a strip for a while, not noticing that he had forgotten to fasten the fire cap to the anvil.

The efficiency of the Black Iron Dwarves was still very fast, and after hearing the bell, a Black Iron Patrol ran from the direction of the Black Iron Dwarves' station, the Pain Fortress, which made Ser Durin's heart feel much more at ease, and he ran towards the patrol, but it looked more like he was trying to escape from the excavation site.

"Sleepy worm, what's the trouble you're in again?" The leading lieutenant who ran at the front asked loudly, he had always looked down on this guy who had climbed up by nepotism, and there was not even the slightest trace of respect in his tone.

"Attack! A huge beast has attacked us. Serge Durin didn't care about the lieutenant's disrespect, and he didn't dare, in fact, most of the dwarven officers of the Fortress of Pain were dismissive of him.

"Why don't you say it's a dragon?" The lieutenant said mockingly, and a burst of laughter erupted from the patrol's crowd.

Serge Durin was so angry that he could barely say a word, his face flushed, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

"See for yourselves!" He roared angrily.

The dwarves of the patrol finally got serious, stopped laughing, and walked towards the high weir.

"Oh my God, Kaz is up there!" The soldiers were shocked by the devastation of the excavation site and prayed to the dwarven father, and before them, the excavation site was a mess, full of blood and broken flesh, and the dead and wounded were lying in pools of blood, looking like hell.

"Who did it?" The patrol lieutenant turned around and shouted angrily, and on his face, the banter and ridicule had long since disappeared, replaced by anger and hatred.

"As I said, it's a huge bear, but unlike the wild bears with round ears, this one has long, pointed ears and some strange patterns on it." Serge Durin said with a slight smugness, he didn't dare to show it too obviously, although anyone could see in his face, "You finally believe me, right?" "That's what it means. Let's forgive him for his lack of knowledge, this country turtle who has spent most of his life in the diggers and mines has never seen a Night Elf or a Minotaur, let alone a druid.

"So where is it now?" The lieutenant asked.

"How do I know? I fired a shot and it was gone. Serge Durin said aggrievedly that he didn't dare to chase after that situation at that time.

The lieutenant glared at him reproachfully, and then led the men down to the excavation site, but the Black Iron Guards searched the entire excavation site and found nothing.

The lieutenant looked at him suspiciously: "Sleepy bug, are you sure you woke up at that time?" ”

"Are we being attacked by the air?" The questioning Serge Durin was furious, and he pulled over a dead dwarven guard and showed the patrol lieutenant the huge claw marks on the corpse's back, "Did I make this up too?" ”

The lieutenant stopped talking, and he also knew that this guy would not dare to talk nonsense about such a big thing. He turned his head and saw a dwarven soldier walking briskly towards him.

"Boss, you should take a look at this." The black iron dwarf walked over and handed the lieutenant something, it was a few hard manes, "I found it from behind a stone statue, it should have been the beast rubbing against it." ”

Searle was pleased with the discovery, which proved that he was not lying.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire was heard from the periphery of the excavation site,

"Chief, it's a panther!" A black iron dwarf shouted,

This stunned Serge Durin - how did he become a leopard again? But he knew immediately what he had to say.

"It must be the bear's accomplice!" He shouted loudly, and he turned around and asked, "Does the panther have pointed ears and patterns on its body?" ”

"Yes, Sleepy Worm, absolutely."

"Yes, I saw it too, it has a bell tied around its neck." Another black iron dwarf replied.

"There's a ring on your leg!"

The soldiers over there shouted in unison. Some were still slamming their guns, but it didn't sound like much was going on.

Serge Durin was a little happy, he felt that he had finally cleared his name, but he was so guilty that he would not laugh out loud on such a tragic occasion.

But the patrol lieutenant was in a dilemma, and he was now faced with two choices, whether to catch the runaway slaves or chase the two beasts, which was a real head-scratching question.

"Let's catch those two beasts first!" Serge Durin saw the captain's hesitation, and he hated the two beasts that had come out of nowhere, because after this day, his position as captain of the guard might be removed.

The lieutenant obeyed his advice—only partially, and he sent half of his men to retrieve the slaves, and he himself led the other half to capture the two beasts. He wasn't stupid, the ornaments on those two beasts were definitely man-made, and chasing them might be able to track down the mastermind behind the attack.

Serge Durin was very unhappy with his decision, he felt that half of the men was obviously not enough, but the lieutenant ignored it, believing that the half of his men was enough to solve all the problems, they were not the militia of digging site guards, and anyone who underestimated these dwarven soldiers armed to the teeth would learn a hard lesson.