Vol 2 Chapter 1589 222. The small disturbance on the coronation day

   Chapter 1589 222. Small disturbance on the day of the coronation

   Black this guy is definitely annoying.

Before   , when he planned some conspiracies, he would hide it from others and do it secretly, but now he seems to have pushed his dark art to a new level.

   Now when he does bad things, he simply stops pretending.

   shows the card directly.

   And the most uncomfortable thing is that with the continuous growth of Black’s strength, identity and influence, even if he tells his conspiracy very bluntly, it is difficult for the person under threat to find a reason to refuse.

   Even with the pirates’ very sophisticated psychological manipulation, it is difficult to make up their minds to refuse.

He already has the evil talent of perceiving people’s hearts, and now he has the evil wisdom that belongs to the “Devil of Thousand Tongues”, plus the bottom line of this guy can’t say no, but it is similar to the display on the product packaging bag. Like the picture, it belongs to the kind that can basically be ignored.

  The superposition of several factors has caused the noble guardians to let them arbitrarily raise conditions.

   Anyway, a few minutes later, Black came to the ceremony that the dwarves had carefully organized in Ulduar’s antechamber with a very contented agreeable and nasty smile, pulled out a chair and sat on it.

   He leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, smoking a pipe and looked at the busy three clan dwarves around him, as well as some ice dwarves and earth spirits who came to help.

   He observed the details of the dwarves’ actions and deduced the information he wanted from them.

   After a legendary battle in the land of creation and the epic story of jointly forging the ruler’s hammer, the three races of dwarves originally ignored each other, and even the confrontation with swords and arrows was obviously weakened.

   Especially between copper beard and black iron.

  Although the two sides still try to avoid contact and occasionally provoke each other with their eyes, they can stay together without fighting, which has shown the progress of the relationship between the two sides.

   If you put a copper beard and a black iron into any cage at random, without even explaining the rules or distributing weapons, both sides will try their best to use fists and teeth to kill each other.

   It is no exaggeration to say that even if the devil and Bronzebeard go to war, the black irons will have good conscience to say something nice to the devil.

Of course, the two sides can get along peacefully now because they have faced a strong enemy together and have a little comradeship, but such a little affection is a personal thought, and it still rises in the dire straits of the two clans, the Bronzebeard and the Black Iron. Nothing critical.

  Bridging the blood feud is a long and difficult process.

   But the good news is that the leaders on both sides seem to have come to an agreement on this.

   “Oh, my dear majesty the queen and drinking friend, I really don’t know what else to talk about between you and your father. I just saw that you seemed to cry?”

   When Her Majesty the Dark Iron Queen Moira was escorted by several Dark Iron royal guards, she was pouring and drinking with a bottle of wine. Blake, who was enjoying himself, raised his brows and said to Moira in a bad tone:

“Did your father scolded you for running away from home irresponsibly again, and expressed his regret for being a daughter again? Didn’t your father and daughter have frequent quarrels over this kind of thing before, and didn’t like it? And scattered?

  Come, tell your loyal servant Blake about your dissatisfaction and entanglement, I will be very busy, so I would love to hear your complaints.

  I can also help you with some dangerous things if you are willing to pay a high price. ”

   Black took a sip and said to Moira:

“Like shaving your father’s beard, hair, or something while he’s drunk, I’m absolutely professional in that, and all of Azeroth knows that I’ve never been a kid when it comes to Assassin bounties. bully.

   As long as you pay the starting price, there is nothing I can’t get. ”

   “Don’t say those nasty things, Blake, it’s not what you think it is.”

   Moira had obviously just cried.

   But her state was not depressed, instead she looked relieved and finally untied the shackles in her heart.

   She sat beside Blake and waved to the royal guards who were guarding her. The few black iron guards with big arms and round waists and fierce fighting power obediently stepped aside and continued to carry out their guarding and protection tasks.

   This detail made Black’s attention to Moira’s lofty position in the hearts of these royal guards, but she was a Bronzebeard royal and should theoretically be the Dark Iron clan’s worst enemy.

   From this, it can also be inferred that Moira’s very clever means of controlling the king’s power and people’s hearts.

   “Give me a bottle of wine, I’m in a good mood today, my drinking buddy.

   It’s the good wine from last time, cold as snow and hot as fire. I heard that it is the unique wine of the wood-throated furbolgs, and I specially sent someone to buy it.

   But the furbolgs told me that there was a big-money bad guy who bought out their 30-year stock, and they’re not for sale anymore. ”

  The Dark Iron Queen said something to Black, and at her urging, the pirate took out a bottle of Winterspring Firewine from his luggage and handed it to Moira.

   The latter laughed, bit off the cork with the boldness of an alcoholic, took a few mouthfuls, took a deep breath and let out a comfortable moan.

   She looked at Muradin and Magni who were talking and drinking with old Daelin not far away. Old Cow Kane was presenting the carefully dried tobacco leaves to his comrades, the Bloodhoof Tauren.

   Even the green-skinned orc Varok was allowed to sit at a table with them.

   But the old Brian who almost destroyed the world was crowded out by everyone and could only sit on the edge, drinking alone.

  Moira raised the bottle and whispered to Black:

   “My father apologized to me for his past indifference to me and contempt for me, for his desire for a male heir that made him ignore my own excellence.

   It’s really hard to imagine that a guy as stubborn as my father would say so many heartwarming words to me at this important time.

   He seemed to have changed overnight.

   He didn’t even force me to return to Ironforge anymore, he said, he would let my two uncles join him in temporarily hosting Ironforge’s kingdom affairs until his grandson or granddaughter was an adult.

   He is ready to accept a half-blood heir with Thaurissan blood, and he will find a way to make the dwarves of Ironforge accept it.

   He also complimented my statecraft, saying that I had transformed Dark Iron from a pathetic mob back into a member of the dwarves.

   But he didn’t know, I learned all my ways of running the country from him. ”

   Moira chuckled a few times in a dwarf tone, took a sip of wine, and said:

   “He was my best teacher, and maybe the best father I could find, but it wasn’t just him that changed, I really felt the pressure of being a king while helping Thaurissan govern.

   I can even understand why my father always wanted a male heir, even in the most free and chaotic Dark Iron Kingdom, not everyone can accept being ruled by a woman.

   That has nothing to do with ability, it is purely a traditional power that is almost unshakable.

   Dwarf

   Our stubbornness and feudalism are as strong as our strength. ”

   “I can actually turn you into a man.”

  Blake blinked and said suddenly:

   “With some evil void magic, I can easily do this, not just physically, but even psychologically to make you a male and then turn Emperor Thaurissan into a Thaurissan ‘Queen’.

   But I think, this is just self-deception, right? ”

   “Yes, this is the stupidest self-deception.”

  Moira put down the bottle, glanced at Black, and said seriously:

“If I had done what I currently have as a man, I wouldn’t have felt any joy or satisfaction, but now that I rule the Black Iron as a woman, I’ve done what the world thinks only men can do on my own. do things.

   This is what I consider success.

   Destiny made me born as a woman, presumably in anticipation of seeing me do great things. Although this path is full of difficulties, it is only in this way that there is a sense of achievement.

  Thank you, Blake, my drinking buddy.

  You gave me this opportunity. ”

   “No, I just gave you a slight push on the road that you must remember in the annals of history.”

  Black put the bottle to his mouth, winked and said:

   “Everything you do now is the result of your own efforts instead of relying on men’s alms, which makes me admire your tough and independent soul even more.

   So, forget your stupid fate.

  Come, toast to Queen Moira’s glory! ”

   “Hahaha, toast to my glory!”

   Moira cheered, raised the bottle and clinked glasses with Blake.

But just as the two were about to talk about something more relaxed, a blood-stained dark iron dwarf suddenly appeared in the teleportation point in the front hall. He clutched his cut stomach and moved towards Moira with difficulty. Climb in the direction of.

   This scene surprised the queen, and she immediately directed her guards to help the dwarf over.

   “Holy Hammer. Holy Hammer and Scepter, stolen!”

   The dwarf shouted in a hoarse and painful voice:

   “Quick! Her Majesty the Queen, hurry up and chase it back, it’s the King of Flame Demons, who manipulated the holy artifact and will be taken to the realm of fire!

quick!

   It’s too late. Ah. ”

   The dark iron dwarf who endured the severe pain and came to report the news screamed and fell to the ground. He was seriously injured but did not die. With the tenacious vitality of the dwarves, he only needed treatment to survive.

   But the injury of his intestines being cut off made him probably unable to set foot on the battlefield for the rest of his life.

   And the news that he desperately brought back shocked everyone present almost immediately. The drunk dwarves shouted and took up arms and rushed out.

   But Muradin stopped them.

  As the Guardian of the Divine Hammer, he has a special connection with the Dominator’s Hammer.

   He was supposed to carry the warhammer anytime and anywhere, but because of the grand ceremony to be held today, he stored the divine hammer and the newly reshaped Varanaar scepter with the guardian and waited for the ceremony to begin.

   No one could have imagined that someone would dare to steal from Ulduar, and no one could have imagined that it was actually ordered by the Fire Lord.

   That elemental monarch is too bold, right?

   Most importantly, how does it know what’s going on in Ulduar?

   “It’s too late, I can feel the Divine Hammer breaking away from the material world into a searing place, **** it!”

   Muradin rubbed his aching forehead and said to his fellow dwarves:

   “This must have been premeditated!

   If it was a temporary move, they would never be so fast. The expedition we organized must have already had the eyeliner of the Balrog King, and we almost completed the forging of the divine hammer under his eyes.

  Damn, there are traitors among us! ”

   In the next instant, everyone else’s eyes turned to Blake.

   This made the pirate very dissatisfied, and he shouted while drinking:

   “Yes, I placed Uncrowned Spies on your expedition to keep track of your whereabouts, but you don’t think that Ragnaros can bribe me to do things for him, right?”

   Facing the questioning of the pirates, all the war gods, including old Dailin, nodded in unison.

   Apparently, they thought Black could definitely do something like that, and didn’t this guy keep claiming he could do anything if the price was enough?

   “Hey, how bad should my image be in your hearts! Asshole, I also have a bottom line, okay?”

  Blake was so angry that he wanted to throw the bottle, but the wine in the bottle was not finished, so he was stingy and didn’t want to throw the bottle.

   just looked at the other people angrily, and said directly:

   “If Ragnaros really bought me to plan all this, it would have to give me at least half of the realm of fire, which is my accurate price assessment for such a task.

   Do you think the Fire Demon King can afford this money? ”

“makes sense.”

  The green-skinned orc Varok nodded in agreement, he whispered to the old Kane beside him:

   “This kind of lion’s open mouth is indeed his personal style. The Fire Demon King can’t afford this price. It seems that it is really not him.”

   “You don’t have to guess.”

   Moira, who was very happy just now, clenched her fists with a disappointed expression, and said:

“It’s my husband who is Emperor Thaurissan. I read the diary of the last emperor before his death in Darkforge City. I know that when the Flame Demon King released the curse on the Dark Iron clan, he borrowed the blood of the Thaurissan royal family. as a medium.

Once the Fire Lord activates this curse, the Thaurissan bloodline will not be able to resist the enslavement in the soul at all. Among the people here, only my husband has enough power to approach the stored relic without being alerted by the Titan guards. It’s him.”

   Tears welled in Moira’s eyes.

   She is not just worried about her husband who loves her deeply.

   She stroked her flat belly. Obviously, after seeing the Balrog’s control over Thaurissen’s blood, she also began to worry about the fate of her unborn child.

   “Don’t be afraid, daughter.”

   At this time, King Magni strode out, hugging his worried daughter tightly, and said in a fatherly calm tone:

   “I will not allow that terrible future to appear, and no one can harm my daughter and my grandson, not even the Balrog. You are here to rest and wait for the good results.

   I will bring back cowardly Thaurissan for you, and I will defeat Ragnaros for you! ”

   “woo woo woo”

   In this touching scene, the stinky pirate didn’t know if he was really drinking too much or was playing tricks. He wiped his eyes hypocritically, and said to Maiev, who appeared beside him at an unknown time and had no expression on his face:

   “How touching, you cold-blooded priestess, why don’t you cry?”

   Maiev’s forehead suddenly jumped out a “Chuan” character.

   She can’t wait to punch her disgraceful boyfriend now, so many people are watching, bastard.

   “Tharrison sent the relic out of the material world, but the Balrog’s evil ritual was interrupted by His Highness Little Star who accidentally passed by. The Dark Iron Emperor is still in the Storm Peaks, everyone.”

   Maiev glanced at Moira, who was holding back her grief and made a strong expression, and she whispered:

   “It’s time for us to go.”

   (end of this chapter)