Long ago, the dwarves were a unified whole. They lived in Iron Fortress under the rule of the Alpine King Eddy Moss, and their prosperity reached its peak.

After the death of the King of the Mountains, the three tribes of Wildhammer, Black Iron and Bronzebeard fought a war to control the Iron Fortress, which lasted for many years. In the end, the Bronzebeard tribe, which had a powerful army, drove away the other two tribes and won the war.

Carderos and his Wildhammer tribe migrated northward and established a new mountain city on the top of Grembato, where it flourished.

Sorison and his Black Iron Tribe established a city named after him in the southern Red Ridge Mountains, but the prosperity of life and the passage of time have not erased the hatred of the Black Iron Tribe against the other two dwarf tribes.

Finally, Sorison and his wife Goodmod divided the troops into two groups to send troops to Ironforge and Grembatau, preparing to regain control of Kazmodan. But Madoran Bronzebeard personally led the army to defeat Sorison's army, and Sorison fled back to their city despite Grembatau's battle.

This led to Goodmode being attacked by both sides of the Wild Hammer and the Bronzebeard tribe. Goodmode was defeated, but she imposed a vicious curse before her death.

The Wildhammer tribe found that it was no longer suitable for living. After rejecting the suggestion that the Bronzebeard tribe arrange a place for them, he went north to the Lordaeron continent until he settled down in Hindland and built a new urban Eagle Nest Mountain.

Now Grimbato has been occupied by the Dragon Throat clan, and this place has become a cage to imprison the Red Dragon Queen Alextasa. The former Dragon Throat clan shaman and the current warlock Necruz are now the master of this place.

"Lubos, how are the recent progress?"

Necross sat on a large stone chair, holding a disc tightly in his hand.

Lubos scratched his head and stared at his big eyes and said awkwardly: "Uncle, you don't know. I'm not interested in anything other than fighting. I really can't remember the specific numbers."

Necros sighed and said, "Your father was killed by humans. As the new chief of the Dragon Throat clan, you..."

Lubos interrupted him impatiently and muttered, "Are you here with uncle? I just need to charge into battle."

Necros tightened the disc in his hand and said, "I am now seizing the time to control this powerful artifact. I don't have time to manage those trivial matters. Besides, one day I will grow old. The Dragon Throat Tribe needs you..."

"Okay, OK, I know Uncle, I will study." Lubos said impatiently again: "Orgrim is urging us to send Dragon Knights to help."

A trace of blood flashed in Necruise's dark eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Ogrim, huh, in my heart, the Black Hand is the real chief. He is just a murderer. Don't pay attention to him. You know, the red dragon that we catalyzes the growth is not the opponent of the human air force at all. When the dragon warriors come and send troops, I don't want the warriors in the clan to sacrifice for him in vain."

"Uncle means no longer need to catalyze the red dragon?"

In his perception, he felt that wasting huge amounts of materials catalyzing some giant dragons that were not human opponents was really wasteful. These materials were enough to cast excellent weapons for the tribe.

Necross looked at his nephew with thick lines in front of him and was disappointed, but he still explained: "Don't think that the dragon is not powerful if it is defeated by humans now. That's because the dragon's high-end combat power is insufficient. After joining the Dragon Warriors, the power of the Dragon Legion will be revealed. At that time, if I control this artifact, I will not even look at Orgrim's expression."

Lubos didn't dare to refute his uncle's meaning, stood up and sorted out his armor, and said, "Then I'll go over there and take a look now."

Necruise nodded and said, "I know the dragon is delaying time, but it doesn't matter, we need time too. You can stop letting people destroy the dragon eggs anymore, that's our combat power."

"I understand, uncle."

Looking at his nephew's back, Necros shook his head, put the disc in his hand on his knees, and murmured to himself: "Wait, my Dragon Throat Clan can also rule the tribe."

A day later, Brad, who became the orc hunter he killed, passed through numerous levels and drove three large carriages into the cursed city led by a dragon-throated soldier.

This city has developed the usual style of dwarves, which is rough and generous. Not to mention dwarves, even giants can live in. It is more worth mentioning that the secret techniques of the dwarves can trigger underground magma, thereby refining high-quality ore and making well-made weapons. In Azeroth, dwarves' fine wine is as famous as weapons and armor.

Like Ironforge, Grimbataut, the entire city is made by hollowing out the interior of the mountains and casting steel, so there is basically no need to worry about collapse.

Brad followed behind the orcs while looking at the cursed city.

A group of people walked out of the corridor next to them.

"Chief, this is the mercenary responsible for delivering materials." The guards leading the way met Lubos

Lubos stared at Brad and asked, "Why are you the only one?"

Brad was full of fear and said after performing an orc salute, "We were attacked by crocodiles on the way here. In order to save the materials, my companions will come tomorrow if nothing unexpected happens."

Lubos waved his hand and let Brad pass.

Brad quickly followed the guards leading the way and continued to walk inside, thinking that the orcs had indeed gathered near the port, and even sent three mercenaries to transport materials.

The three adventurers didn't know how to get three human women, and they met themselves before they could enjoy it. However, the three adventurers really died. After killing them, Brad turned into an eagle and flew for a long time before finding the weak and resurrected three people in a hidden cemetery.

After Brad unloaded the materials in the place where the Red Dragon was imprisoned, he was arranged to be in an area not far from the place where the Red Dragon was placed. He did not worry but slept beautifully. After the orcs were resting, Brad entered a stealth state and headed towards the area where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned.

The dragon-throated orcs were very cautious. Even if soldiers were patrolling continuously at night, these patrol soldiers were at most fourth-level. Unless they were very close, they could not find Brad who was deliberately avoiding them.

After nearly half an hour, Brad finally found the place where the Red Dragon Queen was imprisoned. This was a wide hall, with the huge bodies of the Red Dragon Queen and his spouse crawling on the ground and hibernating.

The Red Dragon Queen is rose-red all over. Even in the form of a giant dragon, Brad can still feel her elegance and nobility, and at the same time feel a hint of pressure.

After being controlled in the past few months, the Red Dragon Queen was constantly forced to mate and lay eggs with his spouse. Although the Red Dragon Queen was weak, it was generally not hindered. However, his ancient spouse was obviously dying, and his whole body had lost its luster, and it seemed that he would die at any time.

As expected, there were only exhausted cows and no broken pears. Brad sighed secretly. At the same time, he also understood that most of the red dragons fighting them were giant dragons catalyzed by orcs using special magic circles. Although they had the body of a giant dragon, they did not have the wisdom of a giant dragon.

Next to the queen is her oldest spouse, and the most powerful existence among the red dragons besides the queen. It was precisely because the orcs saw this that they forced him to constantly mate with the queen and lay the purest dragon eggs of blood, because ordinary dragon eggs could not withstand the infusion of the power of the magic circle.

Brad suddenly realized that no wonder he always felt something was wrong. It turned out that except for a small number of dragons, most of them were catalyzed by magic circles.

As if I felt someone coming, the Red Dragon Queen opened her shining dragon eyes full of sadness in the direction of Brad...

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