The more careful the plan, the more difficult it is to implement, not because there is anything wrong with the careful plan, but because too many steps will always lead to accidents, just as Murphy's Law states.
The simpler and cruder the action, the more likely it is to succeed. It is not that simple and crude is better, but because your fist is bigger than your opponent.
Of course, you have no opponent with fists, and you deserve to be beaten to death.
Carlos had to say that the magic of Victor Nefarios, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, really worked. Thousands of humans were replaced with dwarf sizes, but their combat effectiveness was not compromised at all. This group of professional thugs from the human kingdom of Azeroth, after only a short awkward moment, got used to the change in fighting style from beating your face to kicking your knees.
Due to the established military discipline, there was no loud noise in the array, but there were many small moves where you poked me and I elbowed you.
The transformation was perfect, the penetration was perfect, and the support from the traitor in Shadowforge City was also in place.
The Black Dragon Prince just raised his thumbs up and grinned, and the plan came true.
However, it is important to emphasize that plans do not always change quickly.
When the Alterac army disguised as the Dark Iron Dwarf Army marched into the Great Furnace openly and openly in the name of replacing the dwarf troops, an accident happened.
Everyone can tell whether the Dark Iron Dwarves are black or not with their eyes. As for whether their heads are iron or not, you can only understand them after you have interacted with them.
"Stop, who is it? Which department! I did not receive an order... go back."
A Dark Iron Dwarf garrison general blocked Carlos and his party from the melting pot with his straightforward and unreasonable words.
Across the thick earth, Nefarian could also feel the magic fluctuations coming from the foundry ceremony site about 800 meters deep beneath his feet. The blood sacrifice ceremony of the Dark Iron Dwarves was about to begin, or had already begun.
However, the noble black dragon prince was blocked by a group of ant-like black iron dwarves.
If Nefarian hadn't been concerned about the presence of human troops, he would have wanted to spit these eyesless guys to death with a breath of dragon breath. Even if he remains in human form, using the identity of Victor Nefarios, the Black Dragon Prince has at least two digits of ways to solve the immediate trouble. If the time and place were different, and if the people being used were different, the problem at hand wouldn't even be a trouble... However, Nefarian had no skills at the moment, but seemed to be unable to do anything.
This is embarrassing.
"Master, can't you just use a spell to brainwash that idiot and then let us go?"
"cannot."
"Then let's cast a magic spell and blow them all to death at once?"
"Won't."
"That's it...then what if I read the article and turn them all into goats? Polar bears can do it too."
"..."
Nefarian looked at Carlos, who was disguised as a Dark Iron dwarf, with a "You're kidding me" look, trying to analyze Carlos' inner thoughts from his bearded face.
"It doesn't look like it's going to work. Then can you change us in a flash?"
"I'm not good at studying medicine, so I can't solve the problem in one go. I'm really sorry!"
Nefarian spoke ironically in a sinister tone.
"It's okay, I forgive you."
Carlos waved his hand to indicate that he was being generous, then turned and left to communicate with the Thorium Brotherhood personnel.
Damn it! How could my perfect plan have such flaws!
Nefarian quickly thought about what went wrong.
The marching route is carefully arranged, and the time of the blood sacrifice ceremony is particular. Once these plans are designated and implemented, it is difficult to change. After all, magic is a delicate craft, and any deviation may lead to unknown results. Nefarian was certain that neither the Dark Iron Dwarves nor the gunpowder behind them had the ability to tamper with the plan he specified. So why was the time of the blood sacrifice ceremony advanced? !
In fact, Nefarian could probably do the few simple solutions that Carlos mentioned before. However, the Black Dragon Prince looked up at the dim sky and couldn't help but sigh.
That's the problem, this human mercenary hasn't gone underground yet, they still have a way out.
In the past few days, Carlos' superficial doubts and temptations have not been concealed at all. Once he uses more power than [Victor Nefarios], it will inevitably cause unpredictable reactions, which will lead to the consequences of his plan. fail.
Failure was the last thing Nefarian could accept.
The true dwarves of the Thorium Brotherhood and the dedicated dwarf compatriot were communicating and negotiating on the side. Nefarian and Carlos both looked anxious, but one was really anxious and the other was pretending to be anxious.
After talking for almost an hour, two hundred-man Dark Iron Dwarf patrols passed by during the period. Carlos and his party were still refused to let in by the Dark Iron Dwarf garrison on the grounds that they had not received the mobilization notice.
"what to do?"
"****female!"
"Do it?"
"Dry!"
Even Nefarian, who hated surprises in planning, finally agreed to this crude solution to the problem.
More than 1,000 people faced 300 people, and they were still in a close position. There was no suspense in the battle. Carlos and his party launched an attack and completed a nearly massacre-like battle in almost two minutes. Afterwards, Nefarian demonstrated his extraordinary magical power in front of people for the first time. More than three hundred clean corpses were slowly swallowed by the earth amidst the long spells, and the battlefield that was once dripping with blood became empty again. Cut cleanly.
Although delayed for nearly three hours, Carlos's troops were able to advance again.
"Carlos, I don't feel right. Victor Nefarios is hiding something from us, and the Thorium Brotherhood is also telling true lies. If we go further, we will go deep into the underground world. Will..."
Sylvie Morgan's dwarf form is the image of a strong and capable man. She leaned into Carlos's ear and expressed her worries in a graceful and unmatched voice.
"What does it matter? We didn't tell the truth anyway. Everyone thought they were the mantis and the other party was the cicada. It just depends on who laughs last and is the real oriole."
Although she had never heard of the saying that the mantis stalks the cicada before the oriole follows, Sylvie Morgan still understood what Carlos meant.
"You lied to them and to me?"
Sylvie Morgan asked in a very calm tone, but Carlos heard a bit of discord in it.
"Don't underestimate the contract. Although all three parties have cheating methods, be careful and sail the ship for thousands of years."
Carlos said seriously.
"Sorry, my mood fluctuated just now. You are right."
Sylvie Morgan's expression distorted for a moment, then returned to normal, looking calm and rational.
"Very good, let's go, just in time to see what the underground world of the Dark Iron Dwarves is like."
After a short conversation, Carlos and his party officially entered the melting pot.
In the depths of the melting pot, at the scene of the blood sacrifice ceremony, thousands of Dark Iron dwarf slaves, prisoners, and losers in political struggles were imprisoned in iron cages, either cursing, watching indifferently, or looking indifferently from their beards. Catch lice.
The dwarf mages of Shadowforge City also paid no attention to these living sacrifices that were about to be used for blood sacrifices. They repeatedly adjusted the flow of magic power in the large magic circle over and over again to enhance the stability of the energy nodes.
"Master, do you think this is the case?"
A black iron dwarf mage respectfully asked a human old man for advice, while the surrounding black iron dwarves seemed to take it for granted and turned a blind eye to this scene.
"Here, here, and here, it needs to be changed."
"I understand, I'll go right away."
After receiving the affirmative answer, the Dark Iron Dwarf Mage immediately trotted away.
"Sir Mario, these dead basilisks are so soft, are they really comfortable to sit on?"
"It's better than sitting on the ground, isn't it?"
The Blue Dragon King smiled and said to the Crow Man, without any intention of getting up from the fire demon's body. The magic barrier with a radius of ten meters blocked the perception of outsiders, mentally controlled the highest-ranking dwarf mage, and killed the fire demon monitor. Malygos used the simplest way to gain control of the ritual ground.
And the magic circle required for the blood sacrifice ceremony has been modified.
"Ashkandi, do you know what their biggest mistake was?"
"Um?"
The Crow Man didn't know why, and he didn't understand what the respected old man said at all.
"They don't understand, I am the King of Magic!"
Malygos said with a smile, looking at Ashkandi with loving eyes, as if he were loving his sharpest sword.
"I don't have an in-depth understanding of spells, especially the spells in the world of Azeroth, so I don't know what level can be called the King of Magic. However, Sir Mario, your power is naturally extremely strong."
Ashkandi said sincerely.
"Haha, is that so? But he's not strong enough. Otherwise, it won't be my son who will be killed, but me."
Saying words with unclear meaning, the Blue Dragon King's lips showed a cheerful smile. (To be continued.)
