Dawn of Lordaeron

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Dagran looked up at Arthas with an intriguing expression, but for a moment he forgot to refute.

His anger was a little aggrieved because of Arthas's expression-Arthas didn't care about Dagran's anger at all, because he was right.

Thinking of this, Dagran's straight back suddenly buckled down, as if it was a trauma that was more painful than the damage Magni had caused to his body.

Arthas raised his hands to his chest and turned his palms up. "It looks like you have pricked your sore spot. I'm so sorry."

"Your human mouth... is really poisonous," Dagran moved back to his bedside slowly, pulling the shackles that imprison him, "what about naive and weak? I am still the king of the dark iron dwarves. It’s Thaurissan’s descendant."

"A humble servant can also be called a king? Or can a defeated prisoner be called a king?

If the capital of the human kingdom was made easier by external forces several times, the kingdom itself would have been destroyed long ago, because this shows that this is not due to external forces, but an internal problem.

About Alterac, you should know that although the Dark Iron dwarf hides itself in the mountains, the news shouldn't be so stagnant, right?

Pinoreid's stupidity and those corrupt nobles were the root cause of the collapse of the kingdom."

Every word of Arthas pierced Dagran's heart. Although he cited Alterac's example, the Dark Iron King felt that this was talking about the future of Dark Iron Dwarves.

"I think you were driven out of Khaz Modan and Ironforge, and you also suffered a double blow from the Wildhammer clan and the Bronzebeard clan. It should be more of your own reasons.

Otherwise, why do they now have their own homes and have a carefree life, but you can only hide underground and live like coolie miners and slave traders?"

Arthas sat leisurely on a chair beside him, lifting his legs.

Dagran looked at the relaxed prince, and said with a voice that almost came out of his throat, "You don't understand anything at all. We, we are the real victims. It is the Bronzebeard clan. They usurped other dwarves. Everything! Ironforge, Dun Morogh, Khaz Modan!"

"'Victim'? Is it the Dark Iron Dwarf?"

Arthas turned a deaf ear, and instead asked a new question, he stood up and watched Dagran say the last word he wanted to say now.

"You are really naive, Dagran, it seems that you don't understand at all. In our dictionary, there is no word victim. There are only winners and losers, and the end of failure is destruction."

"boom!"

This was the sound of the door falling again after Arthas had finished speaking, but Dagran was awakened from his sluggishness.

"Only... losers and winners..."

Dagran muttered to himself, he stretched out his hands, looked at the heavy rune shackles on his wrists, and was still immersed in what Arthas said just now.

An hour later, the team of physicians in charge of checking Dagran's condition walked along the corridor of the cell. An elderly dwarf priest followed a female dwarf and constantly persuaded the female dwarf in front.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, oh, you really don't have to go, just leave these things to us, that's just a prisoner."

The female dwarf called "His Royal Highness" stopped her footsteps suddenly, and said unhappily, "Okay, as you said, he is just a prisoner of my father, and if I don't even dare to go. Inspection, what do you think other people will think of me Moira?"

"This—" The old dwarf was stunned. Taking advantage of the time he was stunned, the female dwarf stepped forward and reached the door of Gran Prison, asking the guard to open the door.

Seeing Moira led the priest and guards into the cell, the old dwarf reacted. He sighed and quickly followed.

The movement outside made Dagran awake a little bit from the drowsy state, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and the lack of food for a long time still affected his physical strength.

"Don't move, the alliance medical team will ensure the health of the prisoners of war." Moira's cold voice passed into Dagran's ears.

Moira manipulated the power of the Holy Light to survey Dagran's body roughly, frowning, "Have the prisoner of war Dagran not eaten since he was captured?"

The cell guard nodded, "Yes, he has not moved the food we provided him at all."

"Your Highness Moira, I have said that there is no major problem with his body, just because of lack of food intake." The old dwarf really doesn't want Moira and Dagran, the dark iron dwarf, to stay together. Once Magni knew, he must be trained.

"Isn't this a big problem?" Moira asked back, "Holy light can heal wounds, but it can't prevent a person from having to eat. In his state, if he doesn't eat anything, he will just be hungry. Life."

The other doctors and pastors can only smile bitterly at this time. Of course they know this, but they can't help if Dagran does not eat.

Moira lowered her head to ponder for a while, and then categorically pointed to the guards outside and ordered, "No food...you guys, go get something and stuff it for me."

"Yes!"

The rest of the medical staff were dumbfounded when they heard it. They didn't expect this princess, who seemed to be quieter, to act so violently and decisively. I can spit it out too--

But before the doctors’ doubts were spoken, Dagran said first, "Bring something and I will eat it myself."

After saying this, he didn't care about the eyes of other doctors, just lay on the bed and said nothing.

"Ah..." Everyone looked at each other. Dagran’s hunger strike is not a matter of a day or two. No one has allowed him to eat anything, but Moira’s words made Dagran so easy to compromise. Up?

Is it that their previous approach was too gentle?To treat a black iron dwarf like Dagran?

Moira herself narrowed her eyes and stared at the black iron dwarf lying on the bed. Her instinct told her that this guy was definitely not preparing to eat because of her own words, or that her words were just an introduction.

"Count you acquaintance, prisoner, otherwise I will let you know that eating is more unbearable than not eating."

After another routine inspection, the guard put the food on the floor next to the bed and the others left the room. Dagran sat up and looked at the oats and bread in the wooden bowl on the floor.

"Moira... is Magni Bronzebeard's daughter? I didn't expect that she was also in the league team." Of course Dagran knew the name Moira. As the king of the Dark Iron dwarves, it is impossible to even The name of the princess of the hostile country is unknown.

But this has nothing to do with his willingness to eat. Alsace's words made him want to understand some things, and his body has indeed not healed. The hunger strike these days has made him very weak. If he does not eat anything Sooner or later there will be problems.

His fate is not yet over, and so is the Dark Iron Dwarf.