Chapter 4 fourth quarter

Malfurion watched the goblin pass through the narrowing gap.Even though he understood that Krasus had to do so to bring the body back to life, he was still distraught.Krasus's repeated explanations for the spell's seldom and reluctance to be used by his kind did not dispel the night elf's sense of unease. But he didn't show what he was feeling, he just kept away from the goblin.Strangely, as time went by, the goblin's movements became more agile, as if it had really been resurrected. What surprised the druid was that Krasus was the first to say what he and the orc had in mind.

"How far to go?" Crassus whispered pale, "I'm getting more and more disgusted with the abuse of the life principle..." The goblin bent suddenly, as if in response.Malfurion glanced at Krasus, thinking that perhaps the mage had grown tired of what he was doing and had lifted the goblin's spell.However, the pensive look on Krasus' face seemed to mean something else. "Be careful..." Krasus muttered, "Be careful..." The revived goblin touched a rock near the bottom of the hill with his hand.From Malfurion's point of view, the stone was nothing special, it must have fallen here from the mountain before.

But at the moment when the goblin moved the stone slightly to the right, the whole rock suddenly began to shine, and then more than half of the rock disappeared at once. Brox snorted, and Krasus nodded. "It is strange," said the Orc. "Look, to the left of where the stone was, there is now a narrow passage through the whole mountain." The party followed their fearsome guide for a few more minutes, when suddenly Krasus ordered the goblin to stop. "listen……" In the distance came the chattering of goblins, as well as the continuous sound of banging metal. Druid couldn't help tensing up all over: "We're here."

"Now we can finish this nasty errand..." Krasus waved his hand, and the goblin turned and walked back.The goblin climbed up a rock and then disappeared from view.After a while, the magician made a cutting motion: "People will find his body...but that will have to wait until we leave here." After Krasus started to walk forward, Malfurion grabbed his arm and whispered, "Wait a minute, you can't go in." Krasus immediately glared at him: "What else do you have to say at this juncture?" "I just thought of it. Of the three of us, Krasus, you are the easiest for him to spot. You are of his kind. He must have expected the other dragons to steal the Demon Soul, so he was ready .”

"But we dragons are very sensitive, so we are more likely to avoid that thing. Also, I am very protective of myself." Malfurion nodded, and said: "As long as Yuanpan is still in his hands, you dragon clan will suffer the most. Many dragons will definitely want to try it... The Earth Guardian will think so too. He must be right in the cave. Take precautions against dragon magic, especially your protection magic." "But he's an Aspect..." the slender Krasus pouted.Malfurion thought that Krasus would give a big reason why Malfurion's idea was wrong, but the magician finally said: "You are right. We will try it, and he will try it." Would have expected us to think that way. I know him too well. I should have thought of that long ago, maybe I wanted that thing too much. I was lucky to have made it all the way here. But his lair must have Good trap, waiting for other dragons to fall into the trap."

"This is my idea." "But that doesn't mean you and Brox will be able to steal the disk easily," Krasus reminded. "However, you two are so brave that it's still possible to sneak into his secret room." "Brox should be with you." "No, Brox is more suitable to help you. There are dangers everywhere, at least there are far more goblins than we have encountered. You should focus on getting the demon soul, and I will do my best to assist you here, Someone has to be with you in the hole." "No one will hurt him," Brox said in a low voice.He raised the tomahawk, grinned and said, "Master, can you write me a nice song?"

Krasus showed a long-lost smile: "When we leave this place, I will write to you." Unable to think of any reason why he should go into the cave alone, Malfurion finally agreed to let the orc go with him.There was no doubt that the night elves were happy to have him by their side.Brox's tenacious will and strong arms make entering the black dragon's lair less daunting. Of course the trip was fraught with danger. But Malfurion knew that someone had to do this, and he believed that this opportunity was rare.It's not that he feels good about himself, it's just that the preparatory work made him feel that he made the right choice.

The two finally decided: Brox would lead the way first, and then he would lead the way when Malfurion recognized the surrounding environment.Brox strapped his tomahawk behind his back, for the passage was too narrow for the huge ax to swing, and it was useless.The orc drew a long dagger from his chest, and the dagger would not be restrained here. "I am here to keep watch for you," Krasus promised as they left. "I will never be found by the black dragon." The goblins used this tunnel to transport ore, which created excellent conditions for them, otherwise even Malfurion would have difficulty finding a suitable entrance.For most of the tunnel, Brooks could only hold his arms close to his side.Holding the dagger in his hand, he stared straight ahead, holding his breath and listening to the sounds around him.

The sound grew louder in the tunnel ahead, and Malfurion hoped the clamor would work in their favor.The loud noise could distract the goblins and eventually ignore the presence of Malfurion and the orcs. Then a dim light appeared ahead, illuminating the curved tunnel.Brox looked nervous, and Malfurion put a hand on his shoulder. "If I remember correctly," the druid whispered, "after entering the cave, the black dragon should go through the passage on the left." Brooks grunted in understanding and continued walking.The road ahead is getting brighter and brighter, and the noise is almost crazy.

The scene before the two of them was even more chaotic than what Malfurion had seen before.There were at least twice as many goblins in the cave than I saw that time, each scurrying around as if they would die if they stopped...and that probably was the case.A few goblins busily smashed up piles of ore, while others kept fueling the towering furnaces.There were huge pots attached to several chains, and molten metal was continually being poured into gigantic moulds.On the other side of the hole are huge vats filled with water, and the molds, already filled with molten metal, are then placed into these vats.Several goblins were busy taking out a mold that had already been placed in the barrel, and the huge barrel emitted puffs of steam, and these goblins in the steam were already dripping with sweat.

On the far right, two long-forged armors were discarded.Because there are some tiny cracks on the armor, no matter how the black dragon uses them, these armors are just a pile of scrap iron. "I still don't understand why they're doing this," Malfurion muttered. "Isn't the black dragon trying to make a suit of armor for itself?" The orc frowned and said, "That guy can do anything..." Trying not to think about it, the night elf looked carefully to the left of the hole.There was indeed a path there, leading to a great passage, and he remembered that Neltharion had walked there. "That's it! Let's go there!" Brox nodded, but stopped Malfurion: "There are goblins below, wait a little longer." The goblins the orcs were referring to were busy transporting away the rubble left over from mining.The druid took a closer look at the progress there, and immediately realized that they would be there for a long time. "We've got to move them, or distract them, Brox..." "Maybe try magic." Malfurion thought about the contents of his waist pouch, then looked into the cave again.A few things in the bag that might work - But just as he put his hand into the bag, Neltharion's violent voice suddenly came, and the huge cave couldn't help shaking. "Meklo! I'm back! It should be okay this time, or I'll eat every single one of you... I'll make you my hors d'oeuvres!" Far away in the cave, a goblin in an apron that Malfurion had seen last time suddenly started running.He kicked the working goblins a few times, urging them to speed up, and sprinted toward the upper passage.He muttered all the way, and Malfurion's keen ears told him the goblin was talking about calculations. Before Mekro reached the tunnel entrance, the black dragon stepped out of the tunnel entrance. Brox cursed casually—the orcs had never seen Neltharion's obsession with this transformation—but fortunately, Brox's curse was drowned out by the dragon's roar. "Meklo! You useless guy, you are worse than a bug! I can't stand it anymore! Have you made a new armor yet?" "Two have been made! Two, my master! See?" he said, pointing in a direction where some goblins were struggling to pull a pair of gigantic metal armor out of the mold.Even though they had been cooled in the giant wooden barrel, the two armors still had residual heat and hissing sound, enough to cause severe burns.