My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"What are you looking for him for?"

The muscles on Dagran Thaurissan's face are still trembling. It seems that after the name Ragnaros, the King of the Balrog, is mentioned, his iron-like muscles can't bring him any sense of security; Even when he asked Alsace a question, his voice was full of fear.

"Kill him, or drive him back to the Elemental Plane of Fire... In short, that is not something you can control."

Arthas said casually.

"Arrogant! Do you know how powerful the Balrog Lord Ragnaros is? He exhales at will, and a volcano can be born! He swings his warhammer at will, and the entire burning plain will be full of torrents The magma! You want to kill him? Ha! Do you think I haven't tried it?"

Dagran Thaurissan roared loudly.

Although the dark iron dwarf emperor's voice is likely to attract the guards, Arthas has no time to pay attention to this for the time being-because he is very interested in Dagran Thaurissan's last words.

"Have you... tried to kill Ragnaros, Lord of the Balrog? Why? I thought you were a group... didn't you?"

Arthas asked suspiciously-if the emperor of the Dark Iron dwarf also wanted to kill the Balrog Lord Ragnaros, obviously, it would be easier for Arthas to communicate with him.

Before entering the city of Dark Iron Dwarves, Arthas had never thought of cooperating with the enemies of these Ironforge; but now, Dagran Thaurissan's words gave him a glimmer of possibility.(To be continued.)

836 The Arrival of Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames

"Why didn't you kill him? That damn monster... he killed my father! He wanted to enslave my subjects! Humans, I want to kill that guy more than you, but... believe me, there's nothing in this world People can do this."

Dagran Thaurissan shook his head. He picked up the wine glass on the table and poured it fiercely into his mouth.Obviously, even the Dark Iron dwarves, like their Bronzebeard and Wildhammer compatriots, like spirits-even though Arthas didn't know how these guys brewed wine underground.

"Kill your father? That's... what's the matter?"

Arthas asked in surprise—he just guessed that the Dark Iron dwarf was related to the arrival of the Balrog Lord Ragnaros, but he didn't expect it to be such a hateful relationship... and... enslavement?what does that mean?

"You really came to this city without knowing anything... Forget it, these things have been buried in my heart for many years, and you are a coincidence. I will tell you about it... I hope you will listen. After that, being able to give up those unrealistic ideas of taking risks to make a fortune-Ragnaros, Lord of the Balrogs, that is truly...the end."

"My father is the master of this city. A long time ago, we had a war with the dwarves of Ironforge... Do you know this?"

Dagran Thaurissan asked.

"I know, before we came here, we set out from Ironforge. The dwarves there told us something about your Dark Iron dwarves... We also know that the changes that took place in this land were after the war. ...So, what happened?"

Arthas nodded and replied.

"What happened? From that day on, the fate of all of our dark iron dwarves was changed; my father died, and my subjects and I were forced to live under the enslavement of those fire elements, and because of Those hot guys have become what they are now... You don’t think we were the same black and dark appearance hundreds of years ago?"

Dagran Thaurissan complained loudly in dissatisfaction.

"I really don't know this..."

Arthas shook his head awkwardly-he didn't know what happened hundreds of years ago.

"Since you know about the war, things are much easier to handle... My mother, Queen Mordegood died in Grim Batol, not long after I was born, and I have no memory of this kind of thing. , But... for my father, he cannot accept such a fact."

"When the bad news came back to this plain, my father fell into mania; he gathered all the mages in the tribe, and wanted to kill Grim Batol in one fell swoop to avenge my mother."

Dagran Thaurissan said with a wry smile.

"This... is tantamount to suicide."

Arthas said in surprise—I didn't expect this Prince Thaurissan to be so affectionate and righteous, but...Isn't this a joke about the lives of more people?

"At that time, the dwarves of the Bronzebeard tribe and the Wildhammer tribe joined forces and approached our city... In any case, my father will lead the tribe to fight them... The elders supported my father's decision. , But... they hope to get the assistance of a stronger force."

Dagran Thaurissan said.

"You mean... Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames? Are you crazy?"

Arthas thought of a possibility, and he asked in surprise-a group of mages stayed together and fooled around, then anything could happen.

"If my father had known that he would summon such a monster... I think he would rather surrender to Ironforge than do it; unfortunately... there is no if."

"Maybe those Ironforge dwarves also mentioned that we dark iron dwarves like to dig underground to dig out those ancient ruins...There are countless secrets in this world, and we know many secrets about the world itself from those ruins. I also learned a lot of rituals—the rituals for summoning powerful creatures in other worlds."

"My father and his elders collected all the tools in the tribe that might be useful. These tools were excavated from the ruins and possessed magical powers; according to the method described in the murals of the ruins, my father The elders and I want to summon an army of alien creatures to defeat the coalition of Bronzebeard Dwarves and Wildhammer Dwarves to avenge my mother."

"However, when the ceremony was halfway through, there was an accident...a burst of magma spewed from the ground and swallowed all the magical instruments; my father stopped singing the spell, he thought the summoning had failed, but..."

"Soon, more magma spewed from the ground, cracks appeared in the sky, hot rocks and lava fell from the sky; the earth was split into fragments, and the entire valley was shaking."

"My father wanted to stop the spells and redeem it all, but it was too late... A hand of huge lava as a small mountain got out of the ground, grabbed him, and turned him into ashes."

"The elders who participated in the summoning ceremony have only returned less than half; they are devastated, and some have even lost the courage to cast spells again; while the remaining dark iron dwarves have to face amazing changes-the original continuous mountains Broken into two parts, our city is in shreds; countless elements of fire emerge from the cracks in the mountains, wandering around on the burning plain, killing our people; and this part of the mountains where we built the city... The volcano; the hot lava and steam turned us into the way we are now-black skin, red eyes... Since I can remember, I have been crowned king; but I really don’t know , How can I lead my people out of here..."

Dagran Thaurissan put his head in his hands and said very distressedly.

"The hand of lava you mentioned... is Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames? So... you haven't seen him with your own eyes? Then why don't you leave here?"

Alsace asked.

"Do you think we haven't thought about it? I've long wanted to take the people out of here, but... at that moment, the group of guys appeared, they organized us to leave, and took me to meet... to see Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames."

Dagran Thaurissan whispered, even now, Arthas could hear the fear in his heart when he mentioned this matter—obviously, this time with Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames. The meeting is not a harmonious thing.

"They? Who are they? Who took you to meet Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames?"

Arthas asked.

"It's Ambassador Flairas... He looks like a snake, but he slides upright and has many spikes... Anyway, he is a monster."

Dagran Thaurissan replied.(To be continued.)

837 Fire Monster

"You mean... the fire demon?"

Hearing Dagran Thaurissan's description, the Duke Hydraxis who had been silent for a long time suddenly asked.

"Yes, that's how that guy claims to be...you can talk?"

Dagran Thaurissan asked with some surprise—he always thought that these people who appeared in his bedroom were a team of adventurers, and he was no stranger to magic. He naturally assumed that the Duke of Hydraxis was a certain The water element summoned by a member of the mage... But I didn't expect this water element to have an independent consciousness.

"The fire demon is a creature unique to the plane of fire. They are only loyal to Ragnaros, the king of the flame demon."

The Duke of Hydraxis did not talk to Dagran Thaurissan, but explained to Alsace.

"You said you met Ragnaros, Lord of the Flames...Where is it?"

Arthas nodded, and then asked Dagran Thaurissan.

"You haven't given up yet? Even after listening to what I said? Don't be kidding... Don't say it's Ragnaros, Lord of the Balrog, even if it's the Ambassador of Flairas, you can't defeat it. When he first appeared in front of me, the elders thought he was an assassin, so they attacked him."

"But no matter what spell it was, it couldn't touch Ambassador Flailas' body; and my guards were knocked down one by one by him..."