"It's been a whole day, and there's not a word from underground?"

The Copperbeard army fought in the Darkhearth, searching for their companions, and beyond Blackstone Mountain, Gianna couldn't wait. She paced back and forth anxiously, and in less than ten minutes asked the dwarven guards once, and the guards of Ironforge did not dare to offend her, so they could only take the trouble to reply respectfully again and again—"No news has come......

In fact, it is true, there are no magicians in the Copperbeard army that goes deep into the abyss of blackstone, and it takes several hours for the message to be transmitted once. The depth of the Blackstone Tower is unimaginable, it takes an hour to go back and forth along the iron cable passage at a time, and the battle situation on the front line must be transmitted from the Darkburn City, to the Blackstone Abyss, and then from the Blackstone Abyss to the dwarf base of the Blackstone Tower, and finally, the information is transmitted from the Blackstone Tower to the outside of the Blackstone Mountain. Half a day has passed since a series of information was passed down.

Therefore, even if there is information coming, it is expired information, and outside the Black Rock Mountain, no one knows what is happening under this giant volcano at this moment.

"Then take me in!"

Finally, after waiting all day, after the sun went down, Gianna finally couldn't wait. She stepped out of her tent and asked the Copperbeard Dwarves to take her into the Blackstone Abyss. The archmage didn't say anything, but all the dwarves knew that she was worried about the life of the paladin.

"But King Magni ordered you not to approach Blackstone Mountain before leaving, it was very dangerous inside."

The guards of Ironforge said as they looked at each other. None of them dared to disobey King Magni's order to take Gianna in, but at the same time, everyone knew Gianna's identity, and if she insisted on breaking in, they couldn't stop her, or if Gianna wanted to use spells, they couldn't stop her......

"And what if I have to go in?"

Gianna's attitude began to be unfriendly, although he knew that Magni was for his own good and for his own safety, but Ares was inside, and his man's life and death were uncertain inside, and Gianna could no longer sit down. Moreover, through the crystal necklace around Ares' neck, Gianna can actually roughly determine Ares' location. Even though the Black Rock Mountain is deep, it is right in front of you.

"Honorable Lady Proudmoor, please allow me to contact the King once more, and give me another half hour, and if there is no reply after half an hour, we will let you go. Is that okay? ”

The captain of the Copperbeard Dwarf said respectfully, and at the same time, he had already sent someone to the underground ten minutes ago to find out the latest news, even if some inconsequential news was very good, at least let the archmage calm down first.

……

Blackstone Abyss, Dark Furnace City......

After defeating the Lava Giant, Ares broke out from the depths of Darkforge and could see that Ironforge's army had captured almost the entire city. The Copperbeard warriors who had been captured by the Black Iron Dwarves were being moved to safety, and Ares searched the crowd for Reginald, who was probably the only human in the rescue.

But the scene was too chaotic to see clearly. The labyrinthine dungeon passages, staggered figures and the constant sound of weapons striking can only be annoying.

Through the crowd, you can see that not far away, a large number of Ironforge Dwarves are surrounding a pitiful group of enemies. There was a constant roar from the encirclement, like the desperate and angry roar of the Black Iron Dwarves.

However, the entire encirclement did not shrink, but rather expanded, and more and more copperbearded dwarves pounced on the encirclement, like an ever-expanding ant vortex. The soldiers of the Copperbeard tribe were constantly smashed by the black iron dwarf in the middle of the encirclement, freeing up the crowd and splattering blood on the spot.

And the encirclement is none other than the king of the black iron dwarves - Dagran. Thorrisen.

Dagran roared, swinging his hammer left and right, each blow gathering great force to knock the surrounding Copperbeard soldiers into the air. Flesh flew across the surface of the Black Iron King, roaring and roaring, drinking blood with angry flames. A warrior of the Copperbeard tribe rushed forward with a heavy shield and a battle axe in his hand, but he was struck hard by Dagran, and the hammer smashed the shield of the Copperbeard warrior like a burning flame, and he immediately knelt down. But before the Copperbeard Dwarf could get up again, Dagran. Thorrison's black-iron warhammer has fallen again. This time, the warhammer hit him directly in the head, and the steel helmet could not stop the terrifying hammer blow of the dwarven king.

With the sound of steel being crushed, the Copperbeard Warrior's blood spurted out of his deformed helmet.

Brutal and bloody battles, you live to the death. There is no mercy or emotion. The dwarves fought with the idea that mercy for their enemies was cruelty to themselves. Ares could imagine the scene of the Battle of the Three Hammers at that time, which was a hundred times more brutal than the scene now. This is true of all intelligent races, in order to compete for territory, for interests, for living space, they can go on a killing spree, even if they were once brothers and once playmates who grew up together.

"Dagran! Surrender, what else do you have to be proud of? Your army, your city, has been conquered by me. Look at how many people's blood you have on your hands, isn't that enough? Are you going to continue to sink and be a beast? And not real dwarves? How could the great King of the Mountains have subjects like you! ”

Angry questioning rang out from the crowd, and the crowd of dwarves who were fighting suddenly moved out of the way. Several guards of the Ironforge Fort, dressed in ornate armor, escorted a burly dwarf with a bear's back and a bear's waist. That's the king of Ironforge, Magni. Copper whiskers. His voice was full of majesty, full of doubt. Soon, Dagran's eyes met Magni's.

They looked at each other, knowing it was going to be the final battle.

Dagran was out of breath, but that didn't dampen his morale and confidence in the decisive battle. And Magni looks more sophisticated and experienced.

He took off his cloak, took the weapon from the King's guard, and walked slowly towards Dagran. Thorrisson, the King of Black Iron.

The two men were like beasts about to explode in the arena, staring at each other without turning their eyes.

"Two hundred years later, today, it will all be an end. I'll show you the power of the Black Iron Clan. ”

Dagran said, stepping out of his guard. The two dwarven kings each held their own heavy weapons, which were not weapons that ordinary people could lift, two heavy war hammers. The silver-white warhammer of Ironforge against the black iron warhammer of Darkforge.