If the fall of Twilight Citadel was Deathwing's mistake, then it would have been his choice to have his two children killed again and pulled out of his last stronghold in Azeroth.

He went crazy and his IQ was very much lowered.

The place has been abandoned since Nefarian was killed. The Black Iron Dwarves don't have any good impressions or memories of this place.

If Deathwing hadn't shaken off all his hole cards, it wouldn't be out of the question if this place had a good chance of making a comeback. But since the resurrection of his two children, the place has been exposed.

Although the black dragon appeared again on the top of the Black Iron Dwarf's head and made them unhappy, they gave up for the time being after attacking a few times. Because the monsters arranged by Deathwing are nightmares for dwarves.

Because the Black Iron Dwarves did not join the alliance and dragged the other two dwarven clans to form a new Three Hammers Council, Varian initially wanted to hang them out and see how they reacted.

And this new alliance of dwarves is also the head iron, they jointly launched an attack on Blackstone Mountain, but the door was blocked back before they could enter.

After the Flame Lord Ragnaros was summoned, there were many monsters that came out of the depths of the earth, and one of the most inconspicuous lava bugs was so destructive that it would take a great deal to break through it.

The Horde was willing to take on the job simply because the Horde was out of shape, and the loot had been transported out of the Twilight Fortress and back to Orgrimmar, which was their glory, and in Garrosh's words, several high platforms were to be erected in front of Orgrimmar's Gate, on which the heads of all the dragons, including Deathwing, were to be placed.

This all the dragons Garrosh didn't say it explicitly, but with his character, all dragons were not just these troublesome black dragons.

The alliance side did not choose to compete for the first place because the tribe was active, and they did not care too much about the tribe's side of the tribe because of their attitude of watching from the wall, but all the small actions made by the alliance were remembered by the tribe.

As we rushed up the Black Rock Mountain, the black iron dwarves in the mountains showed us the way to attack, and as I walked past these black creatures, the red eyes of these guys made me want to pull them out.

I just hate them.

And when the Black Iron Dwarves stopped giving us guidance and let us go on our own, I noticed an anomaly on the ground.

The sand and stones on the ground had undergone a qualitative change, which was clearly burned by the flames, and the temperature of this flame was very high, it was not a shadow flame, or it was pure flame.

The wreckage on the ground was so fragile that I crumbled and even shattered into slag with the slightest step of my foot. As for the armor, there is no armor to be found, only the metal that has melted and condensed on the ground.

The narrow passage was not only dark but also surprisingly quiet, and the silence when the soldiers stopped didn't feel very good to me.

And when we walk through here and walk in, we realize that our prey is not the prey, we are the prey. The real hunter emerged from the red, hot lava river and sprayed us with scorching lava.

The soldiers who had just been awarded the title of Dragon Slayer were holding their heads and running away.

The temperature difference between magma and molten steel in the forge is still quite large, but the damage caused by this kind of thing after splashing it on the body is far more than boiling water.

The mage opened the magic barrier in an attempt to protect the soldiers, but the giant lava worm emerged from the lava and rushed towards our soldiers.

I remember fighting bugs in the Silissus Desert, and the coalition forces were confronted with a similar thing, but the bug was a sandworm, and I don't know how they killed it, and I didn't ask. But when I came across this thing today, my mind flashed, but I also realized that this one in front of me was more troublesome.

The bug was fiery red all over, and its body was burning like magma. Maybe it's really full of magma.

This worm's mouth is so big that I think it's more than enough to swallow two or three people in one bite. And this thing climbs very fast. In the blink of an eye, the kung fu is in front of you, and in addition to biting, the damage caused by twisting your body and flicking your tail is also very terrifying. No wonder the Black Iron Dwarves gave up on expelling these things and willingly let us come.

In this case, the infantry came to die, but fortunately not many came in at this time, and the druids and shamans really played a major role at this time.

Of course, the druid's spells can't trap this thing, even if all the druids are on it, it's a miracle that the vines can break through the ground in such a place, but even if so many vines wrap around its body, it can quickly burn.

That's enough, the shamans' spells are the key to victory, and their Earth Binding is so effective against this thing!

While it could only snag its way on the ground, the mages smashed down from the sky with an ice storm.

It has to be a lot of people!

When this thing died, it turned into a hard stone, and this thing couldn't be transported, and no one could move it so big. But the temperature up there makes me feel like this thing will come back to life if it gets thrown out of the lava.

Then faced with the masterpiece of the Black Iron Dwarves, a bunch of stoneman guardians.

The defeat of those things had nothing to do with the infantry, the mage became the backbone of the battle.

The shamans provided enough power in battle, as well as seismic waves that were strong enough to subvert these stones. The magic of the druids, mages, and warlocks has paralyzed these things.

The goblins then dismantled the items, which were then packed up and shipped back to Orgrimmar, regardless of the outcome of the battle.

Ha! Now the tribe's level of technology is no worse than that of the gnomes, although the goblins are very smart, but after having the drawings and manufacturing methods, how to build them is the business of the technicians, and orcs, trolls, and the forsaken can all learn.

Since then, our battle has been easy and enjoyable, and when the enslaved Orcs of the Blackstone Clan here saw the Horde's army coming, they immediately gave up their resistance, these orcs were not stupid, they knew that they were not facing an enemy, but came to save their brothers.

The large number of defections made this place instantly turn into a sea of joy, and after the defection, the blackstone orcs not only pointed us out the way forward, but also knew everything about the enemy monster situation we were about to face!

The orc's defection infuriated Nefarian, who patrolled the skies, but he had no choice but to direct the other monsters and minions he had created to put up useless resistance.

One of the dragonmen named Malorak was crying and attacking us, and I could understand what the guy was saying, he spoke the language of a man, and he was the only one who spoke the human language here.

The orcs told me that this guy was originally a human, but after he was captured, he was transformed into this, his body was grafted onto the body of a dragon, and then he was transformed into this way after a second transformation.

He saw me, he cried and wailed, and then he threw all the bombs he had made at us.

Nefarian spoke sarcastically to the fellow, and he kept insulting the fellow, but the fellow did not resist and continued to obey Nefarian's orders. And he really didn't have much ability, and when our soldiers pushed him to the ground and I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes, there were no tears in his eyes, but I could see that those eyes were full of pleading and sadness. I knew what that meant, and I ended his life very happily.

Nefarian had no regret for the death of this guy, he was a waste in his mouth, and he was annoyed by the garbage he had created. But the two monsters encountered in the next battle are even more of a joke, one of which is a blind dragon, although it is very brave and fierce, but it is a cripple after all. The other monster is even more funny, it's a thing with three heads and a two-legged wyvern, this thing has two heads that can be seen to be heads, one of which is only made of a bloody mouth, no eyes, no nose and ears, it's too rough and casual, but it's nothing, the funniest thing is that the three heads actually attacked each other when we were fighting.

We didn't really beat this thing, it bit off its own head.

But Nefarian really didn't have the slightest regret for these things to be defeated, this guy was like watching a cockfight, he was just playing with it. Failure or failure doesn't seem to care at all to him. I thought he might have to run, because Nefarian had no cards to play behind him, and there was nothing left here to fight except him.

Until another dragon flies out.

I didn't really recognize who the dragon was at first, until she spotted me in the middle of the crowd when she patrolled us.

"This man is still alive!"

These are her exact words. I've forgotten her voice, but the female dragon's voice is different from the male's. And then she said, "Brother! This is the man who killed me! I knew who she was.

At this time, Ms. Catlana Presto was really unsightly, and her body did not match her big head. You may not have found the right body.

The she-dragon immediately attacked me. Nefarian hovered over us, he didn't help his good sister at first, but he soon paid the price for his underestimation.

The she-dragon spewed fire at me.

When she wasn't dead, the fire she spewed out did hurt me a lot, but she wasn't the same person she was now, and what she spewed out now was not the red flame of the year, but the Shadow Flame.

I appreciated her look of surprise when she saw me unscathed.