Dawn of Lordaeron

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"Dagran Thaurissan, what are you doing here?"

Manager Exotus came to the front in the flames, staring at Dagran, his already hideous face couldn't show any expression.

"The Dark Iron Dwarves will defeat the enemies of the Balrog Lord, Manager," Dagran jumped off the war sheep and stared into Exotus's eyes, "So we are here now."

"Ah, I see, the Dark Iron Emperor wants to prove his strength," Exotus nodded repeatedly, and he waved his hand to let the elements make way for the Dark Iron dwarves' troops. "Then, go, for King of the Flame Demon."

Dagran calmly turned and mounted his mount, and said, "For the Balrog Lord."

Exotus touched his chin, watching Dagran and his dark iron dwarves go away, and the fire demon wizard Shathlar came to Exotus's side.

"Master Manager, just let him leave? With their small number of people, it's just to die. The strength of those mortals is beyond our imagination."

Exotus turned his head to look at Shaslar, and said slowly, "Of course he knows that he is going to die. Am I going to stop him?

At this time, he chose to take the initiative to attack, indicating that he no longer trusts the King of the Flame Demon, and keeping such a guy is useless.

With so many dark iron dwarves, we can find a new king at any time."

"What about the remaining dark iron dwarves? If their king dies, there will be a mess-these guys are restless."

Exotus' smile became very weird. "Isn't that just right? Did we kill their king? Isn't it the Alliance that killed Dagran?"

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"Alsace, look, the Dark Iron dwarf can't help it."

In the alliance's front line, Jaina was using a magic telescope to observe the battlefield. Suddenly, she noticed that an unusual force was passing the elemental creatures at a very fast speed and charging toward the alliance's front line.

"Finally can't sit still?" Arthas saw the dark iron dwarves in the army of elemental creatures at a glance.

Magni snorted twice, took the Fearbreaker in his hand, and walked directly towards the front line, "Let me meet this'Black Iron Emperor' and see what he can do."

Arthas didn't stop Magni. The hatred of the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Bronzebeard Dwarves was deeply buried in the blood. Magni would take the initiative to confront Dagran and he couldn't stop it.

Moreover, Dagran's way of doing this has already explained a lot of problems. The team he led has broken away from the position that the elemental creatures can support. It is not so much that they are here to charge, as they are to "send".

"It doesn't seem that the opposite is the same, you really got it right, Arthas." Thoras stood on a high point and watched Magni leading the elite dwarf cavalry to fight against Dagran, also smiled. "But this Dark Iron King is a bit beyond my expectation."

"You don't think he looks like a king who can do this kind of thing?" Arthas asked rhetorically.

Thoras froze for a moment, as if he hadn't thought about this issue carefully.

"I have been enslaved by irresistible forces for centuries. It is indeed incredible that the Dark Iron dwarves can have such a king."

Thoras gave his reasons, "It should be said that he has such a'spine', but it is an unusual thing."

"Perhaps, but I think this may be what the Dark Iron dwarves are buried in their bones. You say they are paranoid and stubborn, but it is not easy to completely manipulate such a race. ."

Arthas shrugged, "Furthermore, the Balrog himself has no other means to manipulate them except to imprint the curse in the blood of the Dark Iron dwarves to prevent them from betraying.

What if Ragnaros could make the Dark Iron dwarves accomplish their'purpose', but they dormant in the scarce Red Ridge Mountains for hundreds of years, and in the end they didn't get anything, instead they lost the city of Hodmar. ."

Arthas looked towards the dark dome. On the upper layer of the rock, there was a spectacle built by the Dark Iron Dwarves. However, the city was eventually taken by a group of orcs and black dragons.

The word “fate” used to describe the Dark Iron dwarves is nothing wrong. First they were driven out of Ironforge, and then their new home in the Red Ridge Mountains was destroyed by the Balrog King, even the second one they built. The city was also lost, and finally had to leave the surface and build a dark furnace city underground.

After being forced to be loyal to Ragnaros for so many years, the dark iron dwarves have received the most from the Balrog Lord, not power, but fear.

And fear cannot rule a kingdom forever.

What's more, the Dark Iron Dwarves have their own civilization, their own pride, and they also have their own king. If they weren't trapped under Ragnaros, they would definitely be the fiercest group of people who worked with the fire element.

Of course, not all Dark Iron dwarves are like this, but at least Dagran has not been brainwashed by Ragnaros, and has not been manipulated by the cultists of Twilight's Hammer. The king at least knows that he is a black Iron dwarf, and nothing else.

"Jaina, can you go and watch Magni on the battlefield?"

Arthas suddenly turned to his girlfriend, Jaina didn't react, and then replied after a while, "Of course, but the Dark Iron King doesn't seem to be Magni's opponent. Is he afraid that the other party will have some back ?"

Arthas shook his head, "No, I asked you to stop Magni, don't let him knock Dagran to death with a single hammer, the value of keeping the king of the Dark Iron Dwarf alive may be more valuable to us. Big."

"Okay, I get it — I hope I can catch up." Jaina nodded, teleported out of the command room.

"Oh, Magni may have a fight with you later." Thoras looked at Arthas and laughed.

"It's up to him, but Dagran is indeed better alive. The dead Dark Iron King is no different from any Dark Iron Dwarf."

——As expected by Thoras and Arthas, when Magni returned to the command room, he strode to Alsace's side and jumped to give Arthas a punch.

"Boy! My warhammer is about to smash Dagran's head!"

Of course, Magni's fist was avoided by Alsace, although he didn't use much effort, after all, he didn't really want to fight Alsace, just to express his dissatisfaction.

Jaina followed in with a wry smile. She had been scolded by Magni several times on the road, and she couldn't say anything because she did intervene.

"Okay, calm down, Magni, if you want to knock the black iron dwarf on the head, there are a lot of opportunities in this war, but Dagran's head is only one. If you break it, I can find it. No substitutes."

Magni stared at Arthas with a beard, "You better think of a reason to convince me, or I will go now... I'll go to the prisoner of war camp to beat Dagran!"