Dawn of Lordaeron

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Perceiving Lothar passing through the black misty portal, Kel'Thuzad stopped what was in his hands and turned to the death lord.

The archlich's jaw twitched, "You brought a living person back to our camp-although she seems to be dying, are you trying to resurrect a draenei death knight?"

"I don't have this idea for the time being." Lothar took the crystal bottle containing the sample from the horseback and threw it to Kel'Thuzad. "I got it for you. Now you help me contact your Majesty the Lich King."

Kel'Thuzad glanced at the condition of the sample, then snapped his fingers to activate the teleportation circle on the side.

"You better hurry up-if you don't want this draenei to join us in a while," Kel'Thuzad reminded "kindly", "I think she might die at any time."

"Of course I know." Lothar was about to take Turani through the portal and back to Azeroth. Suddenly he remembered something, "Kel'Thuzad, you have something to hold this draenei's life. ?"

The fire of soul in Kel'Thuzad's eyes widened, "You think I, a lich, have something to help the living? Why don't you just treat this draenei priest's injury by yourself?"

"When I didn't ask." Lothar said with an expression "I expected it".

"Wait." Kel'Thuzad rubbed his fingers on the bottom of his jaw, then waved his hand and threw the crystal bottle that he had taken out to Lothar, "Take this and extract it from the hell boars. The things, although not very stable, may make this draenei die at a critical moment...not so painful?"

Lothar caught the crystal bottle, looked at the red liquid exuding violent vitality, and smiled unconsciously, "The wizards really have a lot of strange things-even after death."

Kel'Thuzad pretended not to hear Lothar's ridicule, and took the samples Lothar had brought him, and returned to his job.

"Remember to close the portal after the past. It takes a lot of energy to maintain this thing."

In Kel'Thuzad's chattering, Lothar carried Turani through another portal and stood on the land of Azeroth again.

"Huh...Even the Icecrown Glacier in this icy world is better than that place that gives people a great sense of depression." Lothar let out a sigh of relief. Although he doesn't need to breathe, he will subconsciously act like a living being. move.

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"Does that guy still refuse to eat?" Arthas asked casually, leaning on the iron seat of the dark iron dwarf.

Unexpectedly, Dagran Thaurissan's stubborn temper was several levels higher than the level of combat.

After being defeated by Magni and captured by Jaina alive, the Dark Iron King remained silent.

"Leave him alone, the dwarf can tolerate hunger. It is not a problem to let him stay in the cell for ten and a half months." Magni mentioned that Dagran did not have a good temper. "It's not good, I will beat him up again. He has a meal."

"I think it's fine, just what you did is not serious or serious, I'm afraid you will kill the weak black iron dwarf." Thoras stopped looking at the battle report, helplessly persuade.

"When the guy was carried in, there were few bones in his body that were intact."

When Arthas said this, he almost couldn't help but laugh: Magni's grievances against the Dark Iron dwarves were not insignificant, even if Jaina blocked him, he almost beat Dagran to death.

It seems that Dagran's strength is still a lot worse than Magni, the "War King".

But the stubborn temperament that dwarves often have, Arthas felt that Dagran was worse than Magni.

He didn't understand at first. Dagran was arrested. He didn't intend to commit suicide, but he refused the food the Alliance gave him. He squatted in the cell every day, except for the doctor who regularly checked his injuries. Basically refuse to contact anyone.

A guy who obviously doesn't want to die like this, but refuses to eat?

Arthas had also seen this: Dagran was using this way to express his dissatisfaction with Magni, to be precise, his dissatisfaction with his former compatriots.

Magni himself became more and more angry. He stood up from his seat and was about to go to "talk" with Dagran again. However, Arthas stopped Magni.

"Let's rest for a while. Even if you beat him to death, he probably won't tell you anything." Arthas said.

"Don't stop me, Arthas, swear in the name of my beard, I want Dagran Thaurissan to understand that not knowing good or bad is not something a prisoner should do!"

Magni is obviously a little bit better in this matter, changing the image of a calm and wise king before, but fighting with his brother Muradin.

Uh, if Muradin is here, maybe Dagran will really experience the mixed doubles of the Bronzebeard family.

"Let me go this time-he is hanging us, why don't we hanging him, this guy must be more anxious than us."

Alsace had never negotiated with Dagran before. He had always been a Magniite. All kinds of tricks were tried. Dagran was still like a sculpture and he didn’t want to talk. .

There is no other way. Even if Dagran is regarded as half a puppet king, as the Dark Iron royal family, even if there is the curse of the Balrog King in his blood, he will still not bow to Ironforge.

Let Magni try his own method first, and it can be regarded as exploring Dagran's bottom: This shows that this guy is not a bottomless person, if he really crying and begging for mercy from the people in Ironforge However, Arthas felt that the next thing was not easy to handle.

Arthas came to the cell himself. He opened the door and walked in. He saw the Dark Iron King, who was locked in shackles, also looking at him.

Arthas smiled slightly, closed the door, and said:

"Dagran Thaurissan, maybe we should have a good chat."

"I have nothing to talk with you-even if the Bronzebeard kills me, it is impossible to let the king of the Dark Iron Dwarf bow his head. You should be very clear, human."

Dagran's tone was angry, "It is a great shame to be caught by you, but sooner or later you will be crushed by the army of the Balrog King. You don't understand what kind of power you are fighting against."

"No, I understand very well," Arthas immediately retorted Dagran's words, "but the Balrog is not the focus of this conversation. Let's talk about you, Dagran, a naive and sad dwarf. ."

"naive?!"

Hearing Alsace's description, Dagran suddenly rushed in front of Alsace, and violently pulled the chains that restricted his movement, "How dare you insult the Dark Iron Emperor like this?!"

Arthas glanced at Dagran, pacing back and forth a little beyond the limit of Dagran's reach.

"Is not it?"