The unruly black iron short curled his lips, turned his head to look at Black, and said carelessly:

"The Seyn Brotherhood also wanted to expel Ragnaros. We all wanted to be crazy, but we failed too many times, and it was nothing shameful. Failure taught us to be cautious.

We will not cooperate with anyone casually. If you want us to help, you have to show your sincerity.”

"No, no, my dear Hansel punches."

Black posed in a big boss sitting position, and used the magic eyeball on his shoulder to float in front of him, staring at the dwarf's eyes, and said:

"I'm not going to talk to you about the cause of attacking Ragnaros. I don't need your help to kill the King of Fire. Your despair is just a piece of cake to me.

To be honest, I have to bring you with me to the point of getting rid of the fire, but I just dragged me back.

I never cooperate with losers...

In addition, although I wear an eye mask, I am not blind. If you are so rude, I will buckle your eyes and make them into beautiful magic crystals."

Such an attitude naturally angered the representatives of the Seyin Brotherhood.

Hansel Hung Fist, the irritable dwarf, was angry for a moment, and his blood-red eyes almost opened.

But as Drektal slowly walked into the Chiefs' Hall and bowed to Black respectfully, the Black Iron Dwarf's anger instantly dissipated a lot.

The legendary shamans are so respectful. It seems that this blind human is indeed good at it.

He thought about it and asked in his anger:

"Then why are you looking for us? Are you just asking us to forge that ridiculous belt for you? Any blacksmith can make that thing."

"What I want you to talk about is after expelling the King of Fire."

Black motioned the orc shaman to wait first, and then said to the Black Iron Dwarf:

"The Seyin Brotherhood must have a longer-term plan besides trying to expel Ragnaros, right? Don't tell me that you have fought Ragnaros for three hundred years, but never thought about what to do after victory?"

"Well..."

This question made Hansel hesitate for a moment.

They were almost driven crazy by Ragnaros's dog legs. The victory was getting slim and it was difficult to protect themselves. In this case, how could they still have the mood to consider the future?

But losing is not a loser.

Facing Black's inquiry, His Excellency Hansel still said:

"Of course we have a complete plan! After expelling the King of Fire, we will...well, we will fight with Sorison again!

That's right, that's it.

We not only want to expel the King of Fire, but also to heal the evil curse it imposes on our tribe!”

"Cool, a very good plan, so perfect that I feel like it's made up."

Black clapped his hands and asked again:

"But when the war with the Black Iron Emperor went to war, where did the soldiers come from? Where did the money come from? You don't think that after expelling Ragnaros, your tribe members will suddenly support you with gratitude, right?

Those slaves of flames have learned to love whips, and only death is the end of this slavery.

You have killed the King of Fire. Not only will they not thank you, but they will also be deeply saddened by the loss of their masters. They will scold you as traitors and strangle them to their best, until you die traitors by your own traitors."

Hansel's heavy punches fell silent.

He had never thought so much before.

But now he was exhausted by Black's words. It was precisely because he was a member of the Black Iron Dwarf that he was extremely familiar with the bad character of his fellow countrymen that he was sure that the despair described by Black would definitely happen in the future.

Three hundred years is enough for a civilization to be completely planned to be completely planned.

"Don't be so pessimistic, my dwarf brother."

Black laughed, he stood up from the throne, spread his hands, and said to Hansel's heavy punch:

"I am not the empty talker who can only ask questions but cannot come up with solutions. I am here for your cooperation and for the future of Black Iron.

Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm a pacifist from the bottom of my heart.

As long as you want, I will provide you with an army that is enough to attack the Dark Furnace City.

I will find allies for you.

I will even help you get back into the warm family of dwarves.

I will end the century-long split brought by the stupid Three Hammers Battle, and I will help the dwarves return to the perfect era of the rule of the Alpine King.

I've found an opportunity.

Now you just need to nod your head...Hansel Hsel Fist, don't show that stupid look of surprise, you can bring my opinions back to your leader.

I hope you will get your answer when we return with the remains of Ragnaros.”

The pirate waved his hand.

He didn't give the Black Iron Dwarf a chance to speak at all, he made a gesture to Red:
Chapter completed!