Dawn of Lordaeron

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After defeating the Centaur and finding a new home, the Tauren did not even plan to rebuild their home first, but held a grand banquet to celebrate the victory.

They were spared the threat of the enemy, and they passed through the mountains of the Barrens to find a new habitat, which undoubtedly meant a new life for the tauren who had endured the looting and bullying of the centaur for a long time.

The soldiers of the alliance were invited to participate in this carnival. The tauren brought out fine wine and barbecue, and the dwarves also brought ale and delicacies transported across the ocean from the remote eastern kingdom.

The original estrangement and prejudice were almost eliminated in the singing and dancing of a banquet regardless of hierarchy and each other. This is also something the leaders of both sides are happy to say.

The night sky of Mulgore was filled with passionate bonfires and laughter, and the stars all over the sky seemed to envy the joy and excitement on the grassland at this moment.

On a high ground, the leaders of both sides watched the bonfire party with a smile.

"A hearty victory, Kane, you are one of the most powerful fighters I have ever seen," Varian's mouth curled up, and after a battle, he recognized the tauren's bravery even more.

The king of Stormwind raised the simple wooden wine glass and toasted to Kane.

Kane’s cow face was also full of joy. His people finally got rid of the life of being watched by the enemy all the time, and can start again in their new home. "Varian, you are the best I have ever seen. One of the commanders. The Alliance’s assistance is too timely, and Shuharu will never forget your kindness."

"We are allies long ago, haven't we?" Varian nodded slightly.

"Yes, in the future, the Tauren clan will stand firmly on the side of the Alliance," Kane nodded in response, "If there is anything we can help, please feel welcome."

"Haha, I like a straightforward guy like you, Kane!" Muradin drank a glass of ale and wiped off the foam on his beard.

Kane looked at the drinking dwarf, hesitated, and asked a question that had troubled him for a long time.

"I'm sorry, but my belief in Mother Earth makes me take the liberty to ask-I feel that the dwarves have a deep connection with nature and Mother Earth, but why doesn't you have anyone who is close to the element...? "

While on the battlefield, Kane noticed that the largest number of dwarves are gunners and gunners of all kinds, as well as warriors and priests who use the Holy Light.

However, these dwarves who have a close connection with the earth, and even the earth elemental aura flowing in their blood, do not have shamans who can connect with the natural elements?

This is something Kane can't understand, and he is also afraid that these dwarves will do anything that irritates the elements. If this is the case, further cooperation with the Alliance may encounter obstacles.

After all, the custom of worshiping nature among the tauren has a long history, and it is basically impossible for the clan to change their beliefs.

Muradin heard Kane's question, and his pouring arm stopped for a moment.

But the dwarf continued to fill the glass. He stared at the foam rising from the ale, took a sip, and slowly said, "Ah, indeed, we had a similar tradition... This is a distant story. Now most of the dwarves in Ironforge are very afraid of this power."

"Fear? Why?" Kane found a place to sit down, he was willing to listen to the story of the dwarf.

Even Varian cast his eyes, and he never knew that among the dwarves there was a profession capable of communicating elements.

"As you can see, our dwarves have a magical connection with the earth, and the stronger the dwarves, the more flexible they can master this power flowing in our blood."

As he spoke, Muradin raised his arm, and an amazing change occurred from his fingers. From between his fingers to his shoulder, Muradin's right arm seemed to be covered with a layer of hard rock.

"What an amazing ability." Kane reached out and stroked over Muradin's arm. He could feel the dwarf's arm almost turning into a real rock.

Muradin casually restored the petrified arm to its original shape, "Almost all dwarves can do this, but some dwarves can use this power to the extreme."

"In the records of the Royal Library of Stormwind, King Magni was able to communicate with the power of the earth and turn himself into a giant with rock skin. At this time, King Magni could hardly be defeated as long as he stood on the earth. Yes." Varian recalled the classics he had read in the library management, but he hadn't really witnessed the rock formation of the dwarf.

Muradin grinned, "Yes, that's why the dwarves are called "king of the hill". If Magni spares no effort to explode his power, he can even wrestle with the dragon."

"We think of this power as originating from the blood of our creator. The deeper we go into it, the more we can feel the origin of these'Father God'..."

"So there are a considerable number of spellcasters among us, not like now, who are basically soldiers and believers of the Holy Light." Muradin stared at the half-drinking ale, shrugged and said, "But, in After the "War of the Three Hammers," everything is different."

"The ending of the Battle of the Three Hammers ended in the defeat of the Dark Iron Clan, but when the crazy Dark Iron Witch King was desperate, he did a terrible thing."

Muradin drank the rest of the glass, and the muscles on his face shook. "A terrible demon has appeared in our world, turning the original beautiful Red Ridge Mountains into a scorched wilderness."

"Burn down the entire mountain range? Mother Earth is on the top...what a terrible power is this?" Kane's brows wrinkled tightly, his face was full of surprise and shock.

He originally thought that the living environment of his allies was better than that of Tauren, but now it seems that they are also facing severe tests.58 reading www.dushu58.com

"Yes, no one knows exactly what that terrible existence is, because the city of the Dark Iron dwarves was also reduced to ashes in that disaster, and an active volcano rose up there, which we called the Black Rock Mountain. "

Varian's expression became melancholy, and he also took a sip of the wine, and said with some memories, "Black Rock Mountain... is definitely not a name with good memories for me."

"Look aside, boy, Sir Lothar doesn't want you to be overly sad because of his death," Muradin stood on the bench, patted Varian on the back, and smiled at Kane. "This kid's relatives Sacrificed on the battlefield there, so it’s a bit sad."

"I can understand your feelings... I have loved ones who died on the battlefield," Kane's eyes were full of sympathy, and he knew it was not easy to break free from the time when the relatives died.

Varian opened Muradin’s greasy hand and said angrily, “I’m not that fragile, okay? Uncle Lothar has passed away more than ten years ago, and I’m past the age to cry for him. I’m just Just remembered, is there a problem with being a little bit sentimental?"

"Okay, okay, I didn't tell anyone that your kid was hiding in Lordaeron's castle alone and crying..."

"Muraddin!" Varian glared at Muradin, he really didn't know what maddening things this guy could say with his big mouth.

Muradin also realized that he seemed to have leaked his mouth. He smiled bitterly and touched the back of his head and said, "Hey, sorry, let's continue talking about the previous things: After this disaster, the dwarves began to fear magic and cast many spells. The person even left Ironforge voluntarily."

"So this is why the dwarves have the ability to communicate with the elements, but there is no shamanic tradition?" Kane nodded. Muradin's answer made him let go of his heart. If this is the case, the tauren can understand them. It’s hard for me.

"Yes, after all, no one wants to repeat the mistakes of the Witch King Thaurissan and turn our home into a barren land under the volcanic ash." Muradin said with his hands out, the process and ending of the Three Hammers are not a secret. He also just talked about things that most people's knowledge has never involved.

"It seems that the burned mountain is still an ominous place?"

"Yes, there are still our fallen people... and the guys who invaded our world." Muradin clenched his teeth when talking about the latter. He could not forget the compatriots and friends who died in the bloody war. .

Now those abominable orcs are still entrenched on the burning plains, and even fortresses and camps have been built there. Muradin can't wait for the black iron dwarves to fight with the black rock orcs, but they always seem to be in peace.

"Those—invaders, what are they like?" Kane is prepared to learn more about the Alliance, which will be very helpful for the subsequent cooperation.

"Huh, we call them the orcs, they are a veritable group of beasts," Muradin has no good feelings about the orcs, and his views are very radical. "They are a group that only knows about killing and plundering, and they have no mercy or morality. The monster of words!"

"Sounds like a terrible enemy."

"It can't be described as terrible anymore," Varian shook his head. "They directly or indirectly destroyed three human kingdoms. Two of them were almost impossible to rebuild. Up to now, there are still everywhere inside. The remaining orcs and ogres."

While the three of them were chatting about the orcs, a scout who was still holding his post rushed to the leader of the alliance and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, our scout found the orcs on the wasteland in the northeast. trace!"

"What?!" Varian stood up suddenly, without even noticing that the wine glass was spilled on the ground, "How did these guys come to Kalimdor?"

"The orcs have come to our continent?" An uneasy expression appeared on Kane's face, not because he felt threatened, but because he always felt that the recent Kalimdor would usher in troublesome times.

"This is not a good sign," Muradin also widened his eyes in surprise. "I didn't know that these damn orcs were so good at sailing skills."

"Don't forget the boats they sailed during the second war. Although the technology is rough, the orcs can break through the waves of the sea by relying on the hard labor."

Varian reminded him, but no matter how the orcs came to Kalimdor, it is no longer critical. The most critical question now is what they are here for.

"I think we'd better go to the northeast to see if the orcs will bring new disasters to Kalimdor when they arrive here... we'd better kill them in their nest first!" Muradin first One jumped out and said his plan.

"Wait, we don't have enough manpower now. If all the orcs reach Kalimdor, we can't fight them head-on." Varian remembered his main task. They have to be responsible for stabilizing the alliance in Kalimdor. The situation in Limdor should not initiate a war with the orcs.

In that case, not only would it be impossible to defeat the orcs, but would trap their troops.

"Then what should we do? Are we just watching them expand?" Muradin disagreed with Varian's point of view. "If you want me to say it, it's better to start first."

Kane glanced at the two who were arguing, walked up to the scout, and asked the scout in unfamiliar common language, "Young warrior, can you tell me what the orcs do?"

The scout nodded, seeming to have a high degree of trust in Kane's gentleness, and he also understood that this was a friend of the Alliance, and there was no problem sharing the information of the orcs.

"Those orcs built a magnificent city on the desert Gobi in the northeast. We also saw trolls moving with them, and there were also traces of orc activities in the forest to the west. It should be provided for their city. wood."

"The forest to the west?" Kane's expression became weird, and he greeted Varian and Muradin who were still arguing, "Two, I think we don't need to worry about this for the time being."

"Why?" Varian and Muradin asked in unison.

"Do you remember the night elf who'visited' our camp after the war?" Kane mentioned an event that was not particularly pleasant.

"Of course, I remember that guy's powerful strength and weird magic clearly." Naturally, Varian would not forget what happened not long ago.

"I thought these elves were just legendary creatures... but now it seems that they really exist, and the northern forest area called Ashenvale is the territory of the night elves..."