Oss stood straight in front of the dwarves, his tone firm and his face serious, whether it was his refusal or his promise. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This seems to convey to the dwarves a will, and that is the persistence of Os.

Looking at Os, who was completely different from the past at this time, whether it was Uncle Yuregal or Oss's brothers, they all felt a little strange and dazed.

"Uncle, brothers, I think you always ignore one thing, and that is that I am from three hundred years later." Oss said.

The dwarves were stunned. Indeed, even the wise and calm Uncle Yuregal always ignored this matter, and the brothers who got along with Oss day and night did not care about this at all.

Uncle Yuregal already had some vague answers in his mind, and he asked, "Os, is it something that will happen in the future that made you have such a decision?" ”

Oss nodded and continued to explain: "When a person knows what happened and how it ended, and then goes back to before it happened, it is inevitable that there will be different understandings and opinions. ”

Uncle Yuregal understood, and he continued to ask, "So, what happened, has something to do with us dwarves?" ”

Finally asked this question, at this time Oss clenched his fists, he was very nervous, it can be said that he was extremely nervous, but he did not change his firmness, and said: "I'm not sure, at this moment, I told you what the future will be, what will be the consequences." But as far as I know, if I influenced the history of Azeroth and made a difference......" Oss paused, thinking of Prince Cardros' desire to form a musket corps.

"Things have actually changed, and you may not understand it, but even a small hair-like thing can cause a big change. And the result of the change is if it causes disaster for Azeroth. Then, the guardian dragon, the Lord of Time, Nozdorm, and his Bronze Dragon Legion will not spare anyone. ”

It was only in the morning that Oss had spoken to the Lord of the Firedemons, and now he had been told that what they had done might attract the guardian dragons, the great Lord of Time and his legions, the young brothers Kudran and Sandmar, were utterly shocked and unable to say a word.

Oss stopped his explanation, he was going to give the dwarves time to buffer.

"Os, you're saying something has changed? What is it? Could it be? Uncle Yuregal also stood up, and he could no longer sit comfortably by the campfire.

"That's right, the Musketeers. The front sight and scope were originally invented and brought to you by the gnomes of Nomorigen in the future. And the establishment of the dwarven musket team is also not now, let alone for the return of the Brute Hammer tribe to Ironforge Castle. Oss confirmed Uncle Yuregal's guess.

"This ...... So, will the Lord of Time come to us for this? We...... How could we bring disaster to the dwarves? "In the face of the guardian of Azeroth, the immortal being, the guardian dragon, Uncle Yuregal has no idea.

"No, probably not. It's one of the things that scares me and makes me curious. It stands to reason that when I travel back in time to get here, the Bronze Dragon Legion will be the first to find out, and then take me back and erase my memory. Oss groped his chin with his right hand and said as he pondered, "But no, it's strange that they didn't find me, and even let me do a lot of things." I think there are only two reasons for this. First, although what I have done has changed history, it has developed for the better, so the king of time is letting it go; In the second case, perhaps, they didn't find me at all, or rather, they didn't find me. ”

"Os! Why haven't you ever mentioned them...... How can they do that, and also erase your memory! Kudran's tone was slightly bitter.

"Because...... I don't want you to worry, and I don't want to cause you trouble, if...... If I'm just a passerby in your life, and you don't know anything, the Bronze Dragon Legion will only target me alone. Oss looked at his brothers with a complicated expression and said slowly, but said the fact that his brothers were unwilling to accept.

Kudran stood up and threw himself on Oss, and he cried and hugged him: "But we are brothers, we are brothers! ”

Oss also cried, and I hugged his brother tightly, not wanting to let go: "I know...... I know. So I know I'm wrong, it's me who is wrong. ”

The three Sandmar brothers were also wiping tears from their eyes, and they cried for a while before stopping.

Uncle Yuregal came over and patted Oss and Kudran on the shoulder, and he said, "Os, I didn't expect you to bear this alone, there are so many things we don't know. Come, let's sit down and talk slowly. ”

Oss and the dwarves sat around the campfire, and they took a sip of the water from the highland mountain spring to soothe their minds, and everyone needed a little time to clear their minds, whether it was Oss or the dwarves.

"Alas!" Sighing heavily, Uncle Yuregal said, "I don't know what to ask or what to do. Os, say what you can, let's listen. ”

Oss regained his initial firmness, looked at the crowd and said, "First of all, we must work together to stop the prince from making muskets and forming a musket team. ”

"Why? Is it just because it didn't appear now? Uncle Yuregal asked all the dwarves what they wanted to ask, but he knew more about the role of the musketeers than the three brothers, Kudran and Sandmar.

"No, it's not. Speaking of which, I don't think the Lord of Time is letting me go, because the appearance of the Musketeers at this time will definitely cause even greater disaster. Listen to me, in our human kingdom, there is a term called the arms race. Oss looked at Uncle Yuregal, and it was obvious that the most important thing was to persuade the prince's lieutenant, "The arms race refers to the fact that in peacetime, various countries compete to expand their armaments and increase their military strength in order to cope with possible future wars. If the Brute Hammer clan formed a musket team, or even found the griffins and formed an air force, then the Copperbeard and Black Iron tribes would not sit idly by, and they would definitely research more powerful weapons and magic. ”

Uncle Yuregal disagreed with Os's explanation, and argued, "How come, we never wanted to fight our own people, Prince Kadros just wanted to form a musket corps to deter Madolan and bring us back to Ironforge. ”

"Deterring Prince Madoland? Will the powerful Prince Madolan, and the most powerful Copperbeard clan standing behind him, be willing to submit? If the mere appearance of the Musketeers would make him agree to the return of the Hammer Clan, why would he have driven you out of Ironforge in the first place? Os's merciless words made the dwarves present want to contradict him, but he stopped his brothers with his eyes and continued to Uncle Yuregal, "What will be Prince Madolan's attitude and what will he do in the face of the appearance of the musket team? Uncle, it's not hard to guess, you definitely know better than me, he is bound to fight-for-tat! And, don't forget the Black Iron Clan, who want to return to Ironforge far more than the Hammer Clan. Don't say they prefer to live in caves, unlike you, the Hammer Clan has left the Ironforge and has a much wider world, Danmoro, this snowfield and these mountains. But what about the Black Iron tribes who refuse to leave Ironforge? What did they get? They were forced to resettle in the abandoned mines deep in Ironforge. Deep underground, you have no idea what they are planning. ”

Uncle Yuregal was dumbfounded by what Oss said, he thought about Madolan's character, and thought about the recent situation of the Black Iron Tribe, he was a little depressed, and had to admit that Oss was right. The three young brothers Kudran and Sandmar on the side suddenly heard about the grievances between these three tribes, and they were completely at a loss.

"Moreover, uncle, with the development of the three major dwarven tribes becoming stronger and stronger, the Iron Furnace Fort really can't accommodate such a large population, and a single Copperbeard tribe is already reaching its limit, but at this time, the Brute Hammer tribe still wants to go back, and the Black Iron tribe also wants to possess it. The construction of the Ironforge Fort was completed by your three clans, so who should the Ironforges belong to? ”

Uncle Yuregal's eyes gradually changed from doubt to abruptness, and then from abruptness to surprise, and he sighed and said, "Oos, you...... You don't really look like a thirteen-year-old. However, even if you are from three hundred years later, these should be the secrets of the dwarves, why you know so clearly. ”

"No, uncle, you are wrong, this matter is well known. Because in the next three hundred years, there can be said to be only one major event in the whole of Azeroth, that is, in order to fight for control of Ironforge, the dwarves broke out into a civil war, with heavy casualties, and the three tribes finally parted ways. Oss finally said the most important thing in this history. When he explained the whole story, Oss felt a sense of relief that he had seen the light of day, but he was not at all relieved in the face of the dispute between the three tribes and the war that would inevitably occur in the future.

Compared to the heaviness of Oss's heart, the three brothers, Uncle Yuregal, Kudran, and Sandmar, had suddenly stood up at this time, and they were all terrified, all clenched their fists, and looked at Oss in disbelief. Uncle Yuregal almost roared: "Impossible! No way! We wanted to return to Ironforge, but the Prince never thought of going to war with Madolan! It's impossible! And the King of the Mountains! How could he allow ...... How could he allow it! ”

Oss's heart was also trembling, he was not afraid of Uncle Yuregal's roar, nor was he afraid of the questioning eyes of his brothers, but because now, although he has only lived in the dwarf ** for a short period of more than ten days, he loves here, he likes the dwarf race, he has elders who care about him, and even more brothers, who are by his side.

Still, Oss said that, the most desperate fact: "Remember when I asked you once? Q: Is the King of the Mountains healthy? As I said then, gods are not eternal! In the not-too-distant future, the King of the Mountains is about to return to the mountains. ”

After Oss finished speaking, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the dwarves in front of him again. And the reaction of the five dwarves was almost the same, they had fallen to the ground by this time, their eyes were out of focus, as if they were not breathing, they just looked at Os, and they looked at the air blankly, and they looked at Danmoro blankly, and they ...... blankly Silence fell.

If the king who awoke with them from Uldaman, if the king who led them out of the wasteland, if the king who protected them on their long migration, if the king who led them to build the Ironforge Fortress, if the king who sheltered them for a long time, if their king was to leave them forever, then where else could they, dwarves, be? Where else to go?