The sky in the liberated areas is sunny, and the people in the liberated areas like it so much... Ahem, I made a mistake.
Because Thorium Post is located on a high hill in the northwest mountains of Searing Canyon, far away from the Great Furnace, the air and visibility in the morning are good, and today is a rare sunny day, which can be called a sunny day.
Once upon a time, men were intoxicated and obsessed with the secret garden of women, so much so that the world-famous great writer Anonymous wrote "Live for b, die for b, fight for b all your life, suffer from b, be cheated by b, and finally die on b". Quatrains. However, when I don't think about that thing, I have experienced madness and experienced too much trouble.
Think about it, it will be fun for you to suffer for three to five minutes, and the rest is just for the sake of face, no joy at all, and the little penis is still a little painful.
Therefore, the unknown great writer who has left countless articles said it again - same-sex is true love, and opposite-sex reproduces.
Countless people misinterpret it as gay love, but the original meaning of this word is that only like-minded people can create miracles that transcend race and realize true fraternity with boundless love.
What inspiring words...
Early in the morning, Carlos woke up and inexplicably entered the sage's time to think about the true meaning of life.
Think about it, I haven't been close to a woman for more than three months. I have squeezed too much energy for a bunch of crappy things about saving the world, and I don't feel the need for this at all. And Sola's nearly obsessive pursuit was so clear-cut that Carlos got used to it by refusing her, and he didn't regard her as a woman at all.
After gaining status, ordinary fans will look down on them, and the right one will never be found. Over time, it becomes a situation of "I liked someone before, but I like someone now".
Sylvie's arrival made Carlos start to rethink his life.
Think back to the beginning, wasn't my goal in life to have three thousand maids and enjoy a romantic life? Why did he inexplicably shoulder the burden of saving the world on his shoulders?
Carlos started thinking about it.
oh! I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone in the alliance is a jerk!
Carlos thought about it, and suddenly it dawned on him.
The history of Azeroth is a hymn of heroes and a song of blood and tears. Countless sacrifices and dedications outline this magnificent picture. As a prophet and visionary, Carlos stood on the shoulders of giants from the beginning. His love for the world of Azeroth allowed him to perfectly integrate into this world, and he did not feel too alienated from outsiders.
"It turns out that I also want to find a world where everyone is happy."
After saying this emotion lightly, Carlos seemed to have figured something out, and his whole person suddenly became enlightened and his mental outlook took on a new look.
However, it does not help reality.
Sola always appeared in the frame of the field of vision, looking at Carlos posing at the door with a vague look, which was very embarrassing.
"come here."
Sora was hiding half of his body behind the wall, with only his head peeking out.
"Don't look at it. We've finished talking about business and left long ago."
Sola stared at the faint dark circles under his eyes and said in a stick-reading manner: "Liar, I kept watch all night and no one went out at all."
"..."
Carlos really didn't want to ruin his good mood, so he left the residence in casual clothes, leaving the door open for everyone.
When Sylvie Morgan wants to leave after the medicine has worn off, why should she walk out the door? Carlos didn't even want to talk to Sora, whose IQ was off the charts.
In one night, the serious things that need to be discussed are discussed, and the important things that need to be done are done. All that is left is to implement the planned things.
I learned from Sylvie that the power struggle within the Dark Iron Dwarves was fierce. It seemed that some Dark Iron Dwarves who were willing to be slaves to the fire element wanted to turn Shadowforge City into a theocratic society. As the king of Shadowforge City and the supreme master of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Daglan Thaurissan will certainly not sit still and wait for death. Ragnaros only cares about whether his orders have been implemented and whether his will has been carried out. As for who the supreme leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves is, the Fire Demon King doesn't care. This is interesting.
If the man behind the Thorium Brotherhood is really Dagran Thaurissan, then everything makes sense.
Little Thaurissan didn't want to have the Fire Lord above his head and raise a group of fire demon uncles, and he didn't want his throne to be usurped by a group of fanatics who believed in the Fire Lord.
So how to carry out a purge without arousing Ragnaros' wrath?
Just raise the bandits and respect yourself.
To put it bluntly, the Thorium Brotherhood is a trap set by Dagran Thaurissan. Anyone who disobeys must die.
If we use the above speculation as a basis to deduce the Battle of the Burning Plains in another timeline, everything will not be difficult to understand. The Alliance and the Horde were fighting on the surface, and the Dark Iron Dwarves were powerless to interfere in the war between the orcs and humans, whether they were defending against the Black Dragon Legion or conducting internal purges.
Now, if a preliminary cooperation intention can be reached, it will not be difficult to continue the in-depth exchange of interests. Carlos feels that not only can he receive generous material rewards, but as long as it is operated properly, the reputation points within the alliance will also be huge.
The deal is done!
Although the Morgan consortium was involved as a guarantee, the Black Iron Dwarves, who were the largest armed force within the Thorium Post at the moment, were on very tight alert, and their subordinates were constantly reporting various situations to Carlos.
"Exercise maximum restraint and do not provoke conflicts."
Carlos gave the order to die.
Sylvie said that within two days at most, the Thorium Brotherhood would send someone to come forward and start talks. However, Carlos waited at Thorium Post for nine days before Sylvie arrived together with a negotiating delegation of Dark Iron Dwarves.
"This is the third special envoy. Our guess should be true. The internal struggle in Shadowforge City has become intense. Two groups of envoys died on the road. This ambassador came in my airship."
Looking for an opportunity, Sylvie Morgan quietly told Carlos the news.
The talks were low-key and secretive.
Under the leadership of the Thorium Brotherhood, Carlos entered the main building of Thorium Post for the first time - the fortress made of black iron.
Surprisingly, in the deepest part of the heavily guarded underground structure of the fortress, there is actually a shaft hidden by a magic mechanism. After taking the elevator for about two minutes, a huge lava cave appears in front of you.
The dark red light emitted by the hot lava river underground illuminates the entire empty cave. On the hard black granite floor, mysterious unknown runes shine with the colorful brilliance of demonized Thorium.
After stepping out of the elevator, Carlos found that Sylvie Morgan had arrived and was talking to all the black dwarves.
"Nice to meet you, His Majesty Carlos. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Roctus Dark Contract, the initiator of this meeting."
A well-dressed black iron dwarf stood up and received Carlos.
"Now that you know who I am, I don't want to beat around the bush. What do you want, what do I need to do, and what can I get?"
Carlos directly asked the three questions he was most concerned about.
"Don't be impatient, King of Humanity. Before answering your question, we can look at something first."
Roctus secretly nodded to Carlos, then looked at Sylvie Morgan. Seeing that neither of them had objections, he signaled his subordinates to move a certain lever.
A high-temperature-resistant cage cast from a special material slowly rises from the magma river.
When the lava flowed away, the creature imprisoned in the cage cursed loudly: "Die, die, die! The world will eventually surrender to the King of Fire Demon, you all should die!"
"There is a saying in the human world - helping me means helping yourself."
Roctus touched his beard secretly and said so. (To be continued.) m.
