Emperor Thorrison the Great was tormented, pondering where the Black Iron Dwarves should go.

Now that the world of Azeroth is temporarily free of foreign enemies, the Alliance has freed up its hands and begun to concentrate on dealing with enemies at its own doorstep.

There are only a few forces in the Black Rock Mountain, and the orthodox tribe is the plaything of Nefarian, the prince of the Black Dragon. And his own black iron dwarf is the slave of the fire demon Ragnaros.

The only difference is that the former is a collusion. And the Black Iron Dwarves are forced to do so.

Well, maybe during the Dwarven Civil War, known as the War of the Three Hammers, the Black Iron Dwarves made a big mistake by foolishly summoning the Firefiend in a vain attempt to control this powerful elemental force. It is clear that the Black Iron Dwarves have failed, and instead of helping the Black Iron Dwarves defeat their enemies, the Fire Demon has directly enslaved them.

Now the alliance looks at the face of his lover, the copperbeard dwarf princess Moella, and gives a way to rebel against the fire demon and join the alliance.

However, Sorison decided to wait and see what happened. When the Alliance really defeats the Blackstone Orc and the Black Dragon Prince, it's not too late to make a decision for itself.

On the other hand, after a period of fermentation, adventurers around the world learned that the alliance had attacked Blackstone Mountain and called on adventurers to come together to do the mission.

Recently, the adventurers have been doing a lot of good things one after another, and the bounty tasks in various parts of the Eastern Kingdom continent have been inexhaustible overnight.

First, the Lordaeron Restoration Army fought the trolls in the Alterac Valley, and the adventurers were needed.

Then there's the Riptide Restoration Army's fight against the Forsaken in the Arathi Basin, and the need for adventurers.

Then there's the Hand of Tyr, the new city of the Eastern Plaguelands, calling on adventurers from all over the world to come and happily slay the undead together.

Eventually, the Alliance attacked Blackstone Mountain, hoping to enlist the help of adventurers to clean up some of the small forces and scout patrols and other chores.

Countless adventurers rushed to the north and south ends of the continent, receiving various bounties and bounties as if they were rushing to the field, and then hurriedly ran out and went straight to their destination.

The European Emperor adventurers are much more relaxed, after all, they are not short of money, and they spend gold coins to use the portal for the round trip. The small one-man portal from Stormwind to the Hand of Tyr has been in short supply lately, making the mages on both sides make a lot of money.

The Emperors were dressed in orange legendary equipment from Sulama City, and some of the more European ones even wore the gorgeous gold-encrusted (Super Member) or diamond-encrusted (Supreme Member) membership badges of Sulama City on their chests, as if others did not know that he had a good relationship with the upper elves of Sulama.

They were noisy in the Coalition's makeshift camp in Blackstone Mountain, looking for the right teammates to pull off some of the more difficult bounties together.

"Blackstone Quartermaster Reward, come a priest who graduated from Stormwind Cathedral, let's go now!"

"The small force of the Black Stone Orcs of the Burning Plains is rewarding for clearing and exterminating, come and sign up! As long as you have graduated from school, you can do it, don't apprentice!"

"Clear out the ogres in the Giant Mallet Stone area, get a reliable mage, and bring your Sulama attendance certificate!

Standing on barrels or stones, the Emperor adventurers shouted at the crowd with various bounties.

The circular corridor inside this Black Rock Mountain, below which is a huge magma lake. Such a serious and depressing occasion was forcibly turned into a noisy vegetable market by adventurers.

From time to time, there will be some disputes and conflicts, and if you want to expect this group of adventurers to be able to do their best, then you really think too much.

"Guards, this thief wants to steal Lao Tzu's crown of dragon flame! This is a high-end item from Sulama, a legendary item! This bastard bastard should be hanged!"

One of the Emperors clutched the outstretched arm of a thief, who looked hideous and pulled out a dagger to stab him.

Seeing the thieves attacking him, the European Emperor adventurer also roared and began to fight back. The surrounding crowd suddenly formed a circle, and they became qualified melon eaters.

The Emperor was a magician, and he showed off his diplomas: a certificate of graduation from a crash course of ten classes at the Surama Academy of Magic, and a badge made of crystal with ten dark golden eyeballs on it.

The adventurers around suddenly let out a burst of exclamation, Sulama Academy's crash course is a representative of spending money and burning money, one-on-one teaching, ten class hours to make your magic strength take a big step.

"Everyone has seen it! He attacked Lao Tzu first, let's die!"

The Emperor roared, and a frost nova spread violently, freezing the thief's legs and freezing him in place. Then the Emperor flashed backwards, his hands releasing the cautery.

The fire elemental gathered more and more in the body of the Emperor. In the end, the Emperor roared, shook his hand, and rushed towards the thief with an instantaneous flame explosion, hitting him hard in the chest.

By the time the thieves lay on the ground and were dying, their chests blackened, the guards in charge of maintaining order were too late.

This kind of conflict of adventurers has been seen a lot, and there is already an unwritten rule: whoever strikes first does not need to bear any responsibility for the person who is forced to fight back.

Of course, you can also choose to take the initiative to run to the guards and have them decide.

If you fight back legally and are defeated ... Well, maybe you just deserve to be robbed. If you dress brightly and your strength can't reach the level of protecting yourself, then no one will pity you.

This is the reality of this world, and there is a special kind of fairness.

The bounty market in the Eastern Kingdoms continent is booming, which also causes the Great Depression for adventurers in the continent of Kalimdor.

The originally crowded and bustling Sulama City is now at least half of the people gone, and the rest of the adventurers are basically some large regular teams. They had a long-standing relationship with Surama, and there were still many troublesome tasks at hand that had not been solved, so they stayed in Surama.

At night, the food street is now dominated by night elves and upper elves.

"This is not good, the adventurers of Surama are running out, who will help with the chores, do some miscellaneous things... No, I have to think of a preferential policy and bring back a batch. ”

Hu Feng sat on a small bench on the side of the road, looked at the half-deserted food street, took a bite of meat skewers, and complained to Queen Xi who came to eat dinner with a mouth full of oil.

"Wouldn't it be enough to raise the bounty, and... Can you wipe the oil off your mouth before you talk to me? Queen Xi replied, holding her forehead.

"Before you say this, can you put down the grilled fish in your hand first, let's half a catty, don't laugh at the second one. ”

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