Chapter 5 Section five

"I hope it's stronger than last time! Those two last time were so useless!" The grey-haired goblin nodded quickly, and said solemnly: "This armor is made of selected high-quality metal! It is stronger than steel! With the support of your strength, these two armors can withstand any impact. It's as light as a feather when you wear it." As if to emphasize the point, the goblins who forged the first armor carried it for a distance with ease, and Malfurion thought it would take ten times as many goblins to transport it. Neltharion looked at the armor longingly.His breathing quickened as the red-hot armor passed by him.

"We'll just put it in the tank now, and after a while, and—" "No!" The Earth Guard suddenly roared. The old goblin's body couldn't help but tremble: "What—what do you mean, my master?" The black dragon stared at the armor intently, his eyes almost crazy: "I'm going to wear it now!" "But the residual heat from above will only add to your burden. The bolts must be red-hot as well, for practical purposes. You should really be careful and wait—" The giant black dragon suddenly stretched out a claw, stepped heavily on the ground, and was very close to Mekro: "It's now..."

"Okay, Master Neltharion! Do it now, my master Neltharion! Get moving, you slackers!" Mekro yelled at the goblins who were transporting the armor. Just as they turned around, the black dragon walked towards a large, open space next to the wall.Malfurion and the orc watched in bewilderment as the dragon lay on the ground, exposing the right side of its body.Flames still shot out from the huge open wound from time to time. "Bring it here!" Neltharion yelled, "Hurry up!" "What are they going to do with that armor?" the night elf grumbled. Brooks shook his head, like Monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out.

"Get the bolts ready, get the bolts ready!" Meklow ordered. "The hotter the better!" A dozen goblins divided into two groups and began placing a giant poker into the furnace.The druid saw them pull a huge bolt from the furnace, at least the size of an orc. "Hammer team! Prepare the hammer!" There was a grinding sound from the right side of the chamber.A dozen goblins pulled a catapult-like machine towards the black dragon.There was a huge metal head on the machine, and one end of the metal head was flat. There were some iron chains and pulleys attached to the machine. Malfurion couldn't guess the purpose of the whole machine at all.

"Armor!" Neltharion became impatient, "Hurry up and do as I say!" The goblin hurriedly brought the armor over.When approaching the side of the black dragon, they swayed from side to side several times, not because the armor was too heavy, but because the airflow exhaled from Neltharion's mouth was too large, making these small goblins sway here and there, making it difficult to keep balance.Finally, Mekro made a gesture, and they leaned forward together, and the armor fell on the black dragon's scaly body. The metal armor hit the black dragon all of a sudden, scaring the two bystanders to take a step back.The sound of burning echoed in the hole.The terrible wound on the black dragon's body caused the armor to shake a few times, but the armor remained on it.

"The armor is secured!" Mekro yelled to the goblins. "Come on! First bolts!" Malfurion could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes: "They—they're going to pin it on him! He's crazy! Really crazy!" Brooks said nothing, his eyes narrowed, and he clenched the dagger so tightly that his fingers turned white. The look on the Earth Warden's face was almost intoxicated.He grinned widely, his crimson eyes half-closed.He waited expectantly, chest rising and falling. The goblins with the pokers hauled a huge bolt into round holes in the side of the armor.The night elf took a quick glance and counted, there were at least a dozen such holes.Are they going to put bolts through these holes and smash them into the black dragon's body?

The swaying body of the black dragon once again caused some trouble for the goblins.The first two times were unsuccessful, and finally on the third time they slid a bolt into a hole in the top of the armor.The bolt slid halfway in, and the goblins gripped it with their long pokers, trying to keep the bolt from falling out. Meklow then waved at another group of goblins, shouting, "Hammers ready! Ready to hit the bolts now!" There were grunts and groans from their mouths from time to time, and the goblins pulled the hammer to Neltharion forcefully.The dragon's half-opened eyes watched hopefully as the goblins repositioned their hammers.

Mekeluo was always strong, and jumped onto the black dragon with a few "bao bao", and then looked down at the bolt.He directed the other goblins to move the bolt slightly, then jumped down. "Pull!" yelled the goblin leader. The group of goblins with the hammer grabbed the chain and pulled hard.How the machine built by the goblins works, the Druid doesn't know, but he knows their purpose very well. The flat side of the huge metal head slammed into the bolt hard. With a loud bang, the hammer and the bolt collided violently.The bolt was sunk deep into the flesh, with only a short section exposed.

Neltharion roared wildly, but no matter how painful he was, there was clearly a moan of pleasure in the roar. "One more time!" the black dragon roared, "One more time!" Meklow climbed on top of him, observed carefully where the bolts were, and then ordered his men to remove the hammer.Satisfied, he jumped down from the top, and when he landed, he shouted: "Pull up!" The other goblins tugged on the chain.All the pulleys turned - and the hammer fell again. Neltharion's roar this time overwhelmed the blow of the hammer.The bolt sank even deeper. "Go in!" the Goblin leader shouted.

Followed by a burst of laughter from the black dragon. "Go and remove a bolt!" Meklow ordered. "Quickly!" Malfurion in the tunnel was shaking non-stop, and collapsed on the ground, leaning against the wall. "He wants to wear all that armor! Why? Why is that?" "In order to protect myself..." Brox replied, "The armor is as solid as a rock, but very light. You have seen it." The orc shrugged, and then said, "Maybe it is to prevent his body from being ripped apart..." "But how painful! Look how deep that thing goes in! And that armor...is still red hot!"

"He's mad...but maybe his madness can help us, druid." Malfurion's eyes lit up immediately: "What do you mean?" Brox pointed into the hole: "Look into the goblin's eyes..." At first, the druid didn't understand what the orcs meant, and then he found that every goblin stopped what he was doing and watched the amazing things about to happen.Their excusable circumstances are not to blame, but it did present the pair with an opportunity they had been looking for. "We need to time when they are ready to place the next bolt," Malfurion said. "Okay. You won't have to wait long, druid." The goblin with the poker came again to where the bolt was forged.They picked up a bolt and put it in the furnace.Standing in the tunnel, Malfurion could feel the heat of the furnace.When the goblin slowly took the bolt out of the furnace, the bolt was already hot. "Get ready," Brooks urged. The two watched as the goblins carried the bolts towards Neltharion.The black dragon is not looking anywhere now, its eyes are fixed on the bolt.He looked at the studs with affection, as if he were looking at a lover. "Hurry up... hurry up..." the earth guard roared in a low voice. The bolt was lifted onto the other side of the armor as Malfurion and Brox readied it.The bolt slowly approached the hole... The instant the bolt slid in, the two sprang into action.Brox led the way with battle ax in hand, and if any goblin happened to break into the cave through the wide passage, the orcs would not hesitate to kill him at once.Below them, Mekro yelled at the goblin with the hammer.The machine that operated the hammer began to creak, drowning out the noise made by the two intruders. They were nearly halfway there when the goblin hammered the bolt in.Suddenly, there was no sound in the cave, and Malfurion and his companions froze in fright, not daring to move. The druid kept his hands in a pocket at his waist.If the goblin found them, he had something in his pockets to deal with, and after casting a spell, he hoped to entangle the fellows and their master so they could escape. Fortunately, there was no danger.Meklow then began shouting orders again, and as the two had hoped, everything was back to normal again.Just as the hammer was ready, Brox reached the end of the path first, followed by Malfurion. Behind them came the resounding cry of the goblin leader again: "Pull up!" Malfurion and Brox rushed into the corridor, the sound of the hammer hammering into Malfurion's brain.The horrible scenes that the black dragon made to himself could not be shaken off in his mind for a long time.Neltharion was already insane and irrational, and Krasus and Ronin seemed to be more appropriate to call him now.