Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire Elementals in the world of Azeroth, felt a grievance that he hadn't felt in tens of thousands of years...... And anger.

Compared to the huge body of its incarnation, the red horned triple speed driven by Mi Shan is no more than thirty meters long, which can be regarded as small and exquisite.

But it is the flexibility brought by this small and delicate that Ragnaros has been in a state of passive beating.

Enraged, Ragnaros didn't even have time to clean up the bugs that had cooperated with Misr to harass him.

In the end, the King of the Fire Demon shouted at the highest volume in Mishan: "Blood stains the east and is red!" Genre! The East is undefeated and ascends to the dragon sword. , the red horned horn that was flying at high speed was three times faster, and kicked back to the realm of the source of fire.

The moment the projection of the real world dissipated, what the King of Fire Demon wanted to complain about the most was:

"What about the sword? Why is it kicked with your feet? ”

The projection dissipated, and the massive Safras hammer fell, smashing into the lava.

At the same time, almost all the Black Iron Dwarves present and absent felt a force that had been suppressing them disappear.

The Black Iron Dwarves have finally been freed again after being enslaved by the Fire Demon King for hundreds of years.

It is believed that this news will soon spread throughout the Eastern Kingdoms and reach the ears of the other two dwarven clans.

However, the first to receive this news were the Blackstone Orcs who had been entrenched in the upper layers of Blackstone Mountain, their masters, and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom stationed in the Burning Plains.

As the supreme commander of Morgan Guard, Field Marshal Windsor immediately used his dictatorship as a front-line general upon receiving this news.

Send someone to the Dark Furnace City to liaise with the Black Iron Dwarves and try to gain a firm ally in this dangerous land.

Before Misr and Greenhill came to the Blackstone Abyss, the Azeroth version of the Sun Knight Solal, who had been placed at Morgan Sentry, also followed.

As a very honest dwarven clan, the Black Iron Dwarves did not hide the role played by Misr and Greenhill in that crusade against the Fire Demon King.

All the battle process was also compiled into narrative poems by the adventurers who participated in this battle.

When Soral and Marshal Windsor, who was himself the ambassador, came over, they heard these ballads in the Black Iron Bar that would spread all over the world in the future.

The ballad's protagonists, Misr and Greenhill, sat in the most prestigious seats in the bar, drinking the best wine made by the Black Iron Dwarves.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to defeat the Fire Demon King......" Marshal Windsor, who was sitting next to Misar and Greenhill, said in an exclamatory tone.

"It's not enough to defeat, it's just to expel the projection summoned by the Black Iron Dwarf back to the Fire Source Realm." Mishan gestured to Greenhill to pour Marshal Windsor a glass of wine and said.

“…… At least your Highness saved them. Wendsol raised his glass.

"The ...... who saved them," Mishan said, looking up at the Black Iron Dwarves who were singing, dancing, and cheering for freedom, "It's themselves." ”

"......," Marshal Windsor said thoughtfully, to Misrham.

Mishan, who didn't intend to explain too much, continued to watch the entertainment of the Black Iron Dwarf.

Compared to Marshal Wendthor, who was an officer, would think more about things, all that was left for Solar was worship...... And yearning for engineering.

The red horned triple speed that Misr and Greenhill piloted together left the entrance area of the Blackstone Abyss to the Molten Heart, becoming a monumental structure.

After the Fire Demon King was expelled, the Molten Heart left behind became the most valuable treasure of the Black Iron Dwarves.

The dwarven craftsmen who had penetrated into it unearthed the "Safron Iron Ingot", a metal that originally existed only in legends

To thank Misr and Greenhill for their assistance...... Whether it's in the clearing of Twilight's Hammer followers or on the battlefield of Molten Heart.

Dagran Thorrison the Great said he wanted to create the best weapon for Misr and Greenhill...... A weapon that symbolizes the eternal friendship of the Black Iron Dwarves.

The best blacksmiths in the Thorium Brotherhood were chosen.

Gathered around the black anvil, wielding the blacksmith's hammer and striking on the found Safron ingot.

Seven days and seven nights of sleepless forging, these most skilled blacksmiths in the world of Azeroth today have the most devout hearts and perform beyond what they have learned in a lifetime.

If a dwarven master can create one such weapon in his lifetime.

Then this weapon accommodates the only chance in the lives of hundreds of master blacksmiths.

Maybe it's because of Greenhill Paladin's identity, or because of the prototype of the weapon.

The forged is a warhammer that can be included in the "Epic Artifact" rank.

"So...... Is this the Safron Warhammer? As an important witness, Mishan said, watching the completion of this weapon.

"Yes, my lord, this is the Suffron Warhammer." Greenhill said.

The epic warhammer called the Safron Warhammer looks black and unsightly.

I'm totally sorry for the effort put in by those black iron dwarven blacksmith masters in the process of forging it.

During these seven days and seven nights of blacksmithing, there were many master blacksmiths who, after dropping the hammer, could never lift it again...... Ahem, it's just that I'm tired and hurt my bones.

However, both Misr and Greenhill knew that this epic warhammer, which was considered to be of the highest quality among artifact weapons, was just the embryo of another weapon.

The value of existence is the same as that of the sword embryo that bears the breath of the black dragon, but it is completely incomparable in grade......

Even the formed Upper Elven Sword was a little lower in quality than the current Safron Warhammer.

Dagran Thorrison the Great, who had put back on his crown, cautiously held a pinch of pulsing pink flame to the black anvil.

The seemingly insignificant flame that could be extinguished by a gust of wind was the essence of the Fire Demon King, the core of its projection from the realm of fire to Azeroth.

"Eye of Safras......" Misr said with emotion as he looked at what was in the hands of Dagran Soreson the Great.

With the experience of the Black Dragon Princess, Mi Shan will never touch the corpse this time.

Really...... The Black Iron Dwarves had even picked up legendary items like the Eye of Safras, not to mention the pair of "Stormchaser's Imprisoned Skulls" that had been given to Misr and Greenhill as a gift

The latter is currently sitting comfortably in Greenhill's backpack, presumably uninterested in freeing the Black Iron Dwarves in joining the elemental battle.

After picking up all three legendary drops in one trip, this group of dark-skinned dwarves is simply bursting with European spirit.

The beating Eye of Safras was placed on top of the Black Anvil by Dagran Thorrisson, and the King of the Black Iron Dwarves picked up the Iron Hammer and began the final work.

The dull thud of the Iron Hammer gradually quieted down the entire Dark Furnace City.

Even the lava flowing beneath the black anvil surged unnaturally with this knock.

The dwarven blacksmiths far away from the great forge of Ironforge were terrified by the shaking that came from nowhere.

Located in the northernmost part of the Eastern Kingdom, the kingdom of the High Elves, the Arcanists of Quel'Thalas, were stunned by the fluctuations of the elements.

In Kalimdor, the farther western continent, the druids who were sleeping in the emerald dream showed a somewhat unhappy sleeping face.

"End...... Become a ......" When Emperor Thorrison said this, the hammer of iron gall fell to the ground due to his detachment, and his strong body fell to the ground with it.

The original swarthy and unassuming Safron Warhammer has turned into a legendary warhammer that is golden-red and seeps with the power of fire at every moment.

"It turns out that the birth of Warhammer Safras, the hand of the Fire Demon Ragnaros, is so troublesome." Mishan opened his mouth and complained, obviously in the game, as long as there is both the Safron Warhammer and the Eye of Safras in the backpack, you can get it.

Fortunately, Mishan's complaint was relatively quiet, and only Greenhill and Solal around him heard what Mishan was saying.

Greenhill didn't react, and Solal looked horrified.

"Safras, the hand of Ragnaros the Firelord." Relieved, Thoresen said loudly, "Gather the weapon of the essence of the Fire Demon King, and whoever wields it will gain the power of the Fire Demon King!" ”

"However, the Fire Demon King did not die out completely, but was driven back to the Fire Elemental Realm by our hero."

"So only the truly strong can use this weapon, otherwise one day they will become the slave of the Fire Demon King."

"Aha? And this setting, how did I not know? Mi Shan looked confused.

Just as Misr was about to ask Greenhill if he really had this setting, Greenhill walked up to the black anvil and reached out to hold the scorching hammer handle.

In an instant, the sound of anger spread through the Black Stone Abyss, but it was too brief to seem to exist.

The Black Iron Dwarves, who had subconsciously looked left and right, heard Greenhill say to Misrance:

"My lord, it's done."