My Frostmourne can't be so cute

After saying a few words, Vereesa stopped with a strange expression on her face, and spread her hands to Arthas and Mograine, saying that she could no longer hold on.Frostmourne had already laughed so much that she was about to roll on the floor, Vereesa glared at the venomous woman with shame and angrily, and then put the account on Alsace's head-if it weren't for your little one/ Sex/ghost request, how could I be laughed at like this!

"Dwarf?" Arthas looked at Mograine with a weird face, and he could see the doubt and perplexity in the other's eyes.If mankind has an ally that can be trusted unconditionally on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom, it would be a dwarf of Ironforge.

Yes, just the dwarves of Ironforge.The distribution of dwarves is not widespread, but it is not limited to the Khaz Modan Plain.But the one that has always been closely related to humans is this Ironforge dwarf who built a strong Ironforge fortress in the Khaz Modan Mountains.

No one knows where the creatures like dwarves come from. These are grumpy, sturdy, human intelligent creatures with strong arms no less than orcs. They are shorter than humans. This is where their name comes from.According to the dwarves, they came from the ground and will eventually return to the ground.

Chapter 162 Muradin :: Bronze Whisk

Of course, the life span of human beings is too short, so no scholar can give an answer to the origins of the dwarves, but the dwarves themselves, because the oldest among them can only recall more than two thousand years ago. Some sporadic things, so scholars of humans and dwarves generally believe that this population appeared about two thousand eight hundred years ago. At that time, humans and high elves had just ended their joint combat against trolls.

"Why do dwarves appear in Arathi Highlands?" Mograine asked suspiciously.Arthas shook his head, he didn't know why.Looking up at the position of Biyue, Arthas roughly inferred that it was less than two hours after midnight.

"Vereesa, when did those dwarves start to make noise?" Arthas wanted to figure this out.Because when they set up camp, they didn't find such a dwarven camp in the distance.Vereesa recalled it carefully, and said: "Probably not long ago. At the beginning, there was always a sound, but it grew louder after midnight, and then a bonfire was lit. I saw the fire before I went to look for it. You, then..."

Vereesa didn't continue speaking, and another image of Frostmourne burying his head between Alsace's legs and a thick white stick appeared in his lips.Arthas saw that Vereesa's entire face, including her ears and neck, was burning red. He knew that this high elf was not as pure as it seemed. At least, she knew what she was doing with Frostmourne.

But Arthas could only complain in his heart, and the matter was over, and he could do nothing.But... what makes these dwarves noisy?Arthas decided to go to the dwarf's camp to take a look.Mograine listened to Alsace's thoughts, and quickly rejected: "His Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, this is too dangerous. We don't know the origin of those dwarves."

There are roughly three distributions of dwarves in the world of Azeroth. One is the Ironforge dwarves who are friendly to humans, and the other is the Eagle's Nest dwarves who are more difficult to get along with, but still have nothing to do with humans.And the third place is the evil and cunning Blackrock Mountain dwarves. Those guys who call themselves the "Black Iron Dwarves" always attack pedestrians and caravans passing by their territory regardless of their origin.

Arthas understood what Mograine was worried about. He analyzed for the Paladin: "Mograine, I know your worry. But the group of dwarves are not the dwarves of Ironforge or the dwarves of Eagle's Nest. Black The iron dwarves came to the Arathi Highlands through the double blockade of Dun Modr Fortress and the Kingdom/Army outpost of Stromgard. The possibility of making a big noise here is almost zero, not to mention..."

Arthas glanced at Frostmourne, who was breathless with a smile. Mograine understood what the prince meant-there is a god here, even if the group of dwarves are malicious, they can do something. what?Mograine nodded and stopped obstructing. Arthas quickly walked towards the dwarf camp. Frostmourne hurriedly followed behind his master and almost collided with Vereesa, who was holding the same purpose. Both women glared at each other fiercely, and then snorted, and stopped paying attention to each other. Mograine thought for a while, still did not wait in place, but followed Arthas to the dwarves singing. Walked past the place.

As the singing became clearer, Arthas and others gradually approached the dwarf camp.Three or four bonfires scattered, illuminating a large area nearby. About eleven or two dwarf warriors wearing plate armor and horns and iron helmets were gathering together for carnival, with skins, wooden cups and small wine barrels. Various containers filled with liquid collided together. Several drunken dwarves blushed and sang loudly. Others gathered together to make noise and burst into loud laughter from time to time.

Alsace saw a small group of war sheep tied together not far from the campfire.The huge body is slightly smaller than the most robust war horse among human beings, but it is not too much. Apart from the saddle worn on the body, the biggest difference between a war sheep and a war horse is that the war sheep’s head has a pair of rings. The shaped horns, with sharp horns facing forward, glowed coldly in the moonlight.

This is the mount used by the dwarves, because they live in the mountains and even inside the mountains all year round. The dwarves need a mount that is good at walking in the mountains, so they tame goats and gradually evolved into such a new type of large mount.From the thick hair on these war sheep, Arthas was certain that they were a group of dwarves from Ironforge.

The three major settlements of dwarves, Eagle’s Nest in the Hinterlands, has a climate similar to that of Arathi Highlands, while Black Rock Mountain is hotter. There are volcanoes that erupt at any time. Magma gathers into small streams and flows through the black land.Only Ironforge, which is friendly to humans, is covered with snow and ice all year round. The war sheep that the dwarves ride there are naturally extremely cold-resistant, and in appearance, they have surprisingly long hair.

While thinking about it, Arthas was already near the edge of the dwarf camp, and he could clearly see the madness of the drunk dwarves.Among this group of dwarves, one dwarf stands out. This is not only reflected in his taller figure than the other partners, but also not only because of his back, those two are so huge that they are almost as tall as him. The two-handed weapons of equal length, most importantly, were because Arthas knew the dwarf.

"Muradin!" Arthas could not help shouting, "Muradin Bronzebeard!" This sudden voice made the dwarf leader surrounded by so many dwarves raise his head alertly and pass through his own. The silhouettes of the already drunk and frantic companions clearly saw the group of people across from the campfire.

After inhaling his huge rosacea nose, the dwarf leader stretched out his hand and pulled away the two companions who were fighting for alcohol, and walked towards Arthas and his party.He stood opposite Alsace, squinted his eyes, glanced over the four people one by one, grinned, and said with a haha ​​smile: "What did I find? A little devil head of a human nobleman, a Kui El'Thalas' milk bottle**, one..."

When seeing Frostmourne, the dwarf leader sniffed his nose again, and continued: "A...damn, you feel like the ice on Coldridge Mountain...I should add some clothes... …And you, my friend, are you a warrior or a priest? Oh...it’s funny, now, my friends, are you going to join our carnival? Today is a wine festival!"

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Chapter 163 It's great to see you again

"Muradin..." Arthas murmured in a voice that no one could hear.Frostmourne seemed to understand the excitement in the master's heart, quietly stepped forward, and put his hand on Arthas's shoulder to show comfort.Arthas was silent for a while, then smiled at the dwarf leader, and said loudly, "Muradin Bronzebeard of Ironforge, I am the prince of Lordaeron, my name is Arthas."

Prince of Lordaeron?—— Muradin Bronzebeard is a little surprised—— How could the Prince of Lordaeron appear in such a place?However, Muradin didn't think the opposite was fake. He had dealt with humans a lot. He knew that in the human kingdom, the classification of classes was very strict, and it was impossible for anyone to pretend to be a prince everywhere.

In addition, what was more convincing was the human warrior who followed this little devil's head, who seemed to be unsure of defeating him.But... even though he didn't have any doubts about Alsace's identity, Muradin still felt very puzzled-why this human kid knew himself?And he seems to be... crying now?

Yes, Arthas was indeed crying.Despite efforts to control, tears flowed down his cheeks unstoppably.Muradin Bronzebeard's reunion with the dwarf elder was of great significance to Arthas.If the father, King Terenas, is Alsace’s relative and mentor; Uther Lightbringer is Alsace’s mentor and guide on the path of the paladin, then Muradin Bronzebeard not only possesses these two All personal attributes, but also Alsace's best friends.

Muradin Bronzebeard is the younger brother of Magni Bronzebeard, king of the dwarven kingdom of Ironforge. In the original time, Muradin Bronzebeard served as a diplomatic ambassador in Lordaeron and was responsible for the relationship between the Dwarf Kingdom and the Human Alliance. Contact, and also taught Alsace swordsmanship and fighting skills.

...

"Boy, I'll be straightforward. You are fighting too much."

"I know how to teach people to fight. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"Good job, boy, that's great!"

"Little Alsace? I didn't expect you to come to rescue us!"

"Listen to me, child, we will find other ways to save your people, let's go, and go back and think of a way."

...

In the original flow of time, the scenes between Muradin and Master were filled with mentor-disciples and friends, and they burst out in Alsace's mind, filling his already vague and faulty memories.He looked at Muradin Bronzebeard's rough face and big brown beard in a daze, and once again felt how lucky it was to come again.

In the original time flow, Arthas personally killed Muradin Bronzebeard, in the cave where he pulled out Frostmourne.Muradin Bronzebeard was the first soul swallowed after Frostmourne followed Arthas.Arthas only reunited with Muradin Bronzebeard who was hunting treasures there after crossing Northrend.

Of course, the treasure Muradin wanted to find was Frostmourne. The subordinates of the Lich King Ner'zhul Pai Kel'Thuzad revealed the news to the dwarves. Using such smoke to confuse Arthas would sometimes wake up. Personality-Yes, from the moment he set foot on Northrend, Arthas was often under the control of the Lich King Ner'zhul, although he could sometimes struggle to stay awake for a while, but As the time spent in Northrend became longer and longer, so did the waking time shorter and shorter.

When Arthas and Muradin found Frostmourne, after Alsace pulled out Frostmourne, he was again controlled by the Lich King Ner'zhul. He launched a sneak attack on Muradin and pierced this My best friend and teacher.When Muradin fell on the snow and gradually closed his eyes full of puzzlement and doubt, Arthas woke up. This was his last wake up before being awakened by Frostmourne.

Alsace knew what had happened, and he also knew what losses he would cause to his country and people.He planned to use his short waking time to commit suicide in this cave and crush the plan of Lich King Ner'zhul, but the evil undead lord seemed to have counted all changes.

Just when Arthas was about to commit suicide, Muradin let out a faint moan/groan—he was not dead.Although he understood that he must die here, otherwise the Lich King Ner'zhul did not know what he would do with his identity, but Arthas could not sit back and watch Muradin Bronzebeard die in front of him.

Pray to the Holy Light again and again, and cast Holy Light on the dying Muradin again and again.Finally, when Muradin’s face gradually returned to normal, Arthas fell into darkness once again. The dark personality belonging to the Lich King Ner'zhul once again controlled his body, and this time controlled it. The time lasted until Frostmourne completely awakened.

Alsace didn't know if his choice was correct.In order to save Muradin Bronzebeard, he gave up the opportunity to end his life in that cave, and then was controlled by the Lich King Ner'zhul to destroy his country and kill the people who loved him.

But Arthas was such a person. Even though he knew he should commit suicide, he couldn't just watch Muradin Bronzebeard die in front of him.Just like in Stratholme, although he faintly knew that the person who would become a crow had the correct strategy of crossing the western continent, Arthas couldn’t abandon the citizens who were still in Stratholme, and The people of Lordaeron who may not be able to board the West Ferry-although at the end of the story, Arthas killed them himself and resurrected them as undead.

Muradin Bronzebeard was a little funny at this little ghost prince of Lordaeron who started to become demented as soon as he saw him-if it were my own child, I would have slapped him severely!Of course Arthas was not his child, and it was not his turn to educate the future king of Lordaeron. Muradin could only cough and invited again: "Ahem... boy, this is the first time you see a dwarf Is it? Is it because I look so strange that it scares you?"

"No... Muradin, no." Alsace finally returned to normal and walked towards the campfire with a smile. "Can you give me a glass of ale?" Muradin quickly discarded the thoughts in his heart and shouted. He ordered his subordinates to hand over the wine pouches they carried to their guests-today is the Wine Festival, and on this festival, everyone only needs to drink!

Dwarves are naturally low in height and short legs, which makes them very unaccustomed to sitting on the floor, because it will be very difficult for them to stand up.Therefore, by the campfire, there are a few rough, freshly cut tree trunks that are used as seats.

Chapter 164 Fighting Griffins of the Wildhammer Clan

Alsace sat on a tree trunk, took the large glass of barley that Muradin had handed him, and drank a clean drink as soon as he raised his head. It attracted the noise of the dwarves around him and cheered, and Arthas's face He also started to flush, and Jiu Jin rushed to his head. Although very uncomfortable, Arthas was still very happy, as if he had returned to the original flow of time, with Muradin and the friends of the Knights of the Silver Hand. All-you-can-drink days.

Muradin was sitting next to Alsace holding a small wine barrel, gurgling light yellow barley wine into his mouth, and the syrup flowed down the corner of his mouth onto the fluffy brown beard, making a mess.Muradin didn't care. After a full drink, he looked at Arthas's empty wooden cup and asked, "My child, do you want more?"

Alsace had just been agitated for a while before he could not control his behavior. Now he regretted his death. For a ten-year-old child, drinking that big glass of dwarf brewed spirits had already taken effect on his body. The burden, especially... he just did some... strenuous exercise with Frostmourne.

Muradin didn't force it either. For a human kid, barley wine is really not allowed to drink too much, and if you drink it again, it might cause death.Muradin touched his beard and the alcohol on his mouth, and asked, "My boy, why are you here?"

Arthas drank dizzyly. Fortunately, Frostmourne was well-behaved, and sat beside Arthas in time, letting Arthas rest his head on her soft chest and rest for a while.After listening to Muradin’s question, Arthas replied a little bit uninvitingly: "There are some red dragons in the orcs’ army. We know that those red dragons may be hiding in Grim Batol, so we have to go there. Check it out."

After hearing what Arthas said, Muradin's expression became serious, and he said, "You already know about this?" Hearing this, Arthas barely opened his eyes and waited for Muradin's next words.Muradin put the barrel in his hand aside, and said: "The orcs withdrew from the siege of Ironforge a few days ago and set off to the north. Our scouts followed them and saw that they were preparing in Palatine Bay. vessel."

Hearing Muradin said this, Arthas was a bit surprised. After all, according to Muradin, Ironforge should have been lifted very early, but neither the Human Alliance nor Dalaran received any information from Ironforge. Warning from Fort.But Arthas knew that there must be a reason, so he waited for Muradin to continue.

Sure enough, Muradin's next words answered Alsace's doubts: "As soon as the blockade of Ironforge was lifted, we sent a griffon messenger to inform you that the orcs might have to cross the endless sea, but... Our Griffin Courier was attacked, and only one of his companions returned to Ironforge."

Arthas narrowed his eyes and said, "Red Dragon?" Muradin nodded and said, "Our Griffin messenger was attacked by a red dragon near Palatine Bay. Therefore, the message was not delivered. Where are you. Now... how is the situation in Nanhai Town? The orcs haven't landed yet, right?"

Although Muradin is not very good at directing battles, he also knows where the orcs will choose to land.Arthas nodded, and briefly talked about the situation in Nanhai Town, and explained to Muradin: "Although King Dalin's fleet is completely destroyed, there are very few orc ships left. It seems that they are not. It is very likely that it has landed from Nanhai Town."

After hearing Alsace’s words, Muradin was relieved. Like Galin Trollbane, he was not interested in the specific details of the battle. He turned around and mentioned the reason why he was here: "Because The sudden joining of the red dragon, I discussed with my brother, and decided to go to Eagle Nest Mountain to find our brothers, the dwarves of the Wildhammer clan, and ask them to join the war. If you want to fight the red dragon in the air, Then we need to rely on their fighting griffins. The Wildhammer tribe is the brothers of our Bronzebeard tribe, and we can’t neglect them. It’s not convenient for my brother to leave Ironforge, so I went to Eagle’s Nest for him. , Our plan is to get there today and celebrate the Wine Festival there, but there are some delays on the way, so we can only drink barley wine in the wild now."

Muradin said a lot in one breath. Just about to drink ale to moisturize his throat, Alsace asked with interest, "Fighting griffons? Can griffons still be used for combat?" Although Alsace's father King Terenas domesticated many griffins in Lordaeron, but these seemingly large and fierce creatures are actually very docile, so there is no way to train them to become air combat forces.