My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"What?" Arthas and Danas exclaimed together.Arthas quickly asked, "Muradin, do you know that orc?" Muradin looked at everyone around him, nodded, and replied, "Yes...when Ironforge was besieged by orcs, I Fight against it."

After speaking, Muradin thought for a while, and added: "One-on-one, and several times." Muradin felt that he had spoken in enough detail, but Danas and Arthas still felt that he had not provided enough information. .Therefore, under the interrogation of the two princes, Muradin truthfully confessed the duel between himself and the orc outside the fortress outside Ironforge.

After hearing Muradin's... "story", Arthas and Danas looked at each other.Yes, it is the "story". Although Muradin is telling the story of his desperate struggle with the evil orc invaders, Arthas always has a strange feeling-why is it so like telling a story?

Unlike the scene where Arthas imagined blood and flesh flying, full of shouts, roars, curses, and screams, the so-called defense of Ironforge, is it the constant... duel between the dwarf warrior and the orc warrior?But Muradin's heart was enveloped in hatred.

Grom might think that the few battles with Muradin were enjoyable, a dialogue between the strong and the strong, which belonged to real fighters.But all Muradin’s mind thought was the 276 dwarf warriors who died in Grom’s hands, the 4,762 dwarf warriors who died in the orc invasion, and those Dwarven civilians who were mercilessly slaughtered by the orcs because they lived on the Dun Morogh Plain outside Ironforge-this is the difference between an invader and an invader, even though they are equally powerful.

Muradin’s eyes became a little blood-red, which made Danas, who had intended to dissuade him, hesitated, but still did not speak. If it were not because he was still carrying a heavy responsibility, Danas would have personally gone into battle with the orc. Then get Muradin?

But Arthas was more concerned about Muradin’s safety after all. He asked with some worry, “Muradin, did you really have the upper hand in the duel?” Muradin was not good at words, and he didn’t talk to that orc. The duel between the two was regarded as a glorious matter. Therefore, in Muradin's description, he only said lightly that he finally defeated the orc.

Muradin said it temporarily, but Arthas couldn't listen to it.Arthas was not a kid who knew nothing. In the original time flow, he had studied swordsmanship and fighting skills under Muradin and Uther. In the days of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he had duel and It is common to learn martial arts.

As an excellent warrior and paladin, Arthas knew that things were never as simple as Muradin said.While learning swordsmanship with Muradin, Arthas had repeatedly practiced against this dwarven brave; in the Knights of the Silver Hand, there were also some companions of dwarven paladins.These short, stone-like stubborn dwarves are natural warriors, and their strength is greater than that of the orcs.

But the orc outside the fortress... actually killed nearly three hundred dwarf warriors in a single fight?What a terrible combat power is this?Even when Arthas stayed in Icecrown Citadel as the Lich King, he had never seen such a powerful orc until the moment he killed himself.

Muradin took a deep look at the little human prince in front of him, nodded, and said, "Yes, since I have defeated him once, I will defeat him this time too." After speaking, Muradin came to him. Next to Arthas, he patted his shoulder lightly-and only Arthas could enjoy the treatment of being slapped on the shoulder by the dwarf-everyone else was too tall.

Muradin didn't know what was going on with this human little devil. In his impression, he had never seen this kid.But I don't know why, this little human prince named "Alsace" seems to be particularly kind to him, which makes Muradin very puzzled.

Arthas felt very helpless in his heart-in the original time flow, under the control and bewitching of the Lich King Ner'zhul, he stepped into the abyss step by step; in the cave by the Northrend Sea, Frostmourne Next to him, Muradin persuaded himself not to pull out the magic sword, but in vain, he stabbed him instead.Although I tried my best to heal Muradin with the Holy Light, I never saw or even heard even a little bit of news about Muradin since then, even the dwarves from the Ash Judgment Army came to crusade against him. All agreed that Muradin was dead.

Thanks to Frostmourne, Arthas got a chance to come back.At the moment he saw Muradin again, Arthas was extremely excited-he vowed that this time, he would never let any of his family members and mentors be harmed.But in less than a day, Muradin was about to set out to face the mighty orcs?

Although he was confident in Muradin's strength, Arthas still had some concerns.Just like when Muradin discouraged him from pulling out Frostmourne, Arthas now also hopes to keep Muradin in the fortress of Dun Modder.But the little prince understood that even if he was not controlled by the Lich King Ner'zhul, Muradin could not dissuade him from drawing his sword.

The desire for power—the power that can expel the Scourge and save Lordaeron’s subjects, made Arthas unable to resist the temptation/fascination of Frostmourne, and Muradin and Arthas are different, but in a certain This aspect is similar-they are all very persistent people.

Chapter 188 The King of the Hill

As Muradin said, this is a battle that belongs to him—it only belongs to him, and it must belong to him.Facing the orc who personally slaughtered his 276 people, Muradin had no position and reason to sit on the wall safely.There is no need to fight-Arthas does not want to, and cannot deprive Muradin of the right to win back the dignity, wash away the shame, and revenge for his people.

Since it cannot be stopped, there is only a blessing-Arthas was in a mess, but he could only squeeze a reluctant smile on his face: "Muradin, I hope you...you will win, and may the Holy Light bless you "Faced with Alsace's blessings, Muradin laughed heartily, comforting the human little devil who was very close to him and said: "Don't worry, child, I am the king of the hills of the Bronzebeard tribe!"

After speaking, Muradin nodded to Danas, walked to the side of the noose roulette at the head of the city, spit on his palm, rubbed it hard, and shook the roulette that lifted the steel gate.The gate of Dun Modr Fortress is so spacious, and that gate is produced by a dwarf, and its thickness and purity are far beyond that of a normal human fortress; therefore, this stainless steel gate may weigh several hundred tons.

No matter how strong Muradin is, it is impossible to lift such a heavy object; when the gate of this weight falls, Arthas and others can feel the earthquake-like shaking on the city wall.But the existence of the winch solves this problem. On the inner wall of the city wall above the gate hole, under the wooden canopy, there are all kinds of gears and pulleys of different sizes.Arthas didn't know much about this kind of mechanical structure, but it was obviously a facility that existed to save effort. Therefore, under the turning of Muradin alone, following the creaking sound from the city gate, The huge steel gate was lifted unexpectedly.

Danas sighed, walked a few steps forward, came to Muradin, and said to him, "Muradin, you should go to the city gate. Since you insist on fighting the orc, I can only I can bless you with victory. But before that, you still don’t waste your energy for this kind of thing."

After finishing speaking, Danas' hand was already on the handle of the winch.Muradin looked at Danas, did not say much, nodded, turned and walked down the steps of the city wall.Danas took a deep breath and planned to turn the winch to raise the gate completely.

But this ardent middle-aged bald uncle did not expect to take on a job that he could not complete.Under Muradin, the winch, which seemed to be able to turn easily, didn't even move under the effort of Danath.Danas suffocated his face and flushed, using the strength of the milk, he couldn't move the handle of the winch.

Danas felt a little embarrassed, and Frostmourne had already laughed very unmannered.Ricks glared at this impolite woman, and quickly greeted a group of Stromgarde militiamen to help Danas.With the efforts of a group of people, the winch finally moved tremblingly.

Even if the winch was successfully turned, it would take a lot of effort to lift the steel gate up.But Muradin didn't need to wait too long, after all, his height was there.After a while, Arthas saw Muradin, carrying two heavy two-handed weapons, passed through the city gate and appeared outside the Dun Modr fortress.

Ricks and others are still trying their best to pull the steel gate upwards. The archers on the city wall are lining up and walking down the city. In the previous battle, most of these archers lost the ability to continue to shoot. , It is necessary to transfer another group from the barracks on the opposite bank of the Sador Bridge.

Danas came to Arthas and stretched out his arms that were a little uncomfortable due to excessive force. The slight soreness made the prince of Stromgarde grin out very much.Seeing Muradin walking towards the orc who was still flaunting his might without looking back, Danas sighed and said, "May the Holy Light bless you." Alsace's hand was on the wall. On the gap, the cold and hard bluestone wall is not smooth, and the spots and bumps/points are even a bit ugly."May the Holy Light bless you." Arthas responded to Danath's words.

Although the opposite fortress has not opened the gate for a long time, Grom did not feel anxious at all.He has an intuition that he who is today must be able to get a perfect battle.Therefore, when he saw the familiar dwarf warrior with two two-handed weapons on his back and a horned helmet on his back, walking towards him step by step, Grom even roared in excitement, with a huge roar. The junction of the wetland and the Sador Bridge reverberated like a dragon.

Grom does not believe in gods, and even a shaman who believes in elemental spirits like Drek'Thar is often despised by him.From Grom's point of view, only warriors are orcs, and even the home of all other races. Spells are nothing more than little tricks.The draenei believe in the holy light, but when they were destroyed by Grom, where was the holy light?The warriors of the orcs have never had much faith. If there is, it must be blood and glory.Grom felt that there was no need for the existence of gods in this world. If the warriors also had gods that they could believe in...If there was a god of war, then it must be himself-Grom had always believed in this.

But Grom really wanted to find a god to thank him for, thanking these things that didn't know where they existed, so that he could meet his old enemy so quickly.Although it is not clear why the dwarf warrior who was supposed to be in Ironforge appeared here, Grom is no longer interested in thinking about it. His body began to tremble with excitement, making him somewhat unable to control the blood flow in the killing. With the desire to fight, there was no greeting after a long-lost reunion, and no greetings before the duel. Grom picked up the bloody roar on the ground and rushed towards the dwarf warrior with a roar.

Muradin had already prepared for battle.While waiting for the steel gate to be pulled up in the city gate, Muradin straightened out his armor in the eyes of the human soldiers who were encouraging or envious.I don't know what's going on, these human warriors seem to have already known that they are about to leave the castle and go to a one-on-one duel with an orc.

Seeing Grom rushing towards him, Muradin spit on the ground with some disgust-this damn green-skinned dog, you wouldn't be so lucky to escape death today.Imagining the picture of himself breaking this abominable enemy, Muradin smiled cruelly, and took the pair of huge city-breaking axes and heavy hammers from his back with his backhand, facing the worst he has ever encountered in his life. A powerful enemy greeted him.

Chapter 189: A duel between a soldier and a soldier

"Leave the horse here!" Muradin roared lowly, even though his opponent could not understand him.Grom's assault speed was very fast. The huge axe slashed through the air, brought the whine of the wind, and slashed at Muradin's chest. The face with the big mouth full of fangs appeared. With a cruel and excited smile-in Grom's eyes, a swift attack is the best way to greet Muradin.

But Muradin did not agree that Grom was a friend.For such a wolf-like invader, he must use an axe and hammer to give a firm return.Grom was indeed vigorous and vigorous, but Muradin stood firm under his feet, and his solid body gave him enough confidence to meet Grom's attack.

While using the heavy hammer of his right hand to block the odd-shaped axe, he used the city-breaking axe of his left hand to chop Grom's neck.Of course, Muradin knew that this was not an opponent that could be solved in a simple three or two, but Muradin had his own way.It seemed that Grom would be able to dodge his axe's attack. Muradin's steps methodically and quickly moved forward. The body wearing steel plate armor hit Grom like a cannonball. On the thigh.

Of course, this trick is generally used by Muradin to attack the enemy's lower abdomen, but because of the difference in height, when fighting with enemies of other races, the king of the hill will put the target on the enemy's thigh.Grom took a heavy blow to his thigh. Although there was no fracture, Muradin’s horns and helmet opened the tough skin on Grom’s thigh. Bright red blood flowed out and dripped on the green grass under the feet of the two. on the lawn.

Grom, who was injured, was more fierce, and the injury on his leg didn't seem to have any effect on his movements.The first brave among the orcs, holding the handle of the "Gorehowl" in both hands, moving briskly under his feet, smashing the huge axe on Muradin's head like a wheel.

Grom's height advantage is very obvious, Muradin can only go down to the ground with a heavy hammer and city-breaking axe to block Grom's attack.The muffled sound of huge weapons colliding with each other was mixed with the metal impact of the axe blades. Grom thought this sound was simply wonderful-it would be even more perfect if the enemy's howls were added.

Muradin's situation is not beautiful at all.Every attack of Grom was a condescending slash; even if Muradin seized the opportunity to counterattack, it was difficult for him to gather enough strength in haste.But Muradin did not back up, but went in circles with Grom within a small area-every turn and turn, Muradin's axe could catch the flaws in Grom's body rotation. The enemy’s legs and abdomen launched an attack.

Of course, the duel between real warriors is not always as elegant and beautiful as the girl imagined.Many times, Muradin was almost smashed into his head by Grom's huge axe blade, and had to roll on the ground like a mangy to avoid the orcs' attacks.

After a few embarrassing rolls, Muradin's body was covered with grassroots debris and mud on the ground, and the horns helmet did not know where he went.Grom's situation is much better than Muradin, except for a few more innocuous wounds on his thigh, this orc has taken the initiative in the entire battle.

Spinning, chopping, and grinning, Grom seemed to be able to see the future of his victory and shame.Although he can't be distracted in battle, Grom really can't calm himself down—maybe, he can only smash the head of the dwarf warrior and let the blood of his proud and noble warrior sprinkle on him and Only on the grass can he calm his blood pressure.

Grom thought of this, while accelerating the rhythm of attacking Muradin.Although Grom’s strength is similar to his opponent’s, Muradin had to use the strength of his hands to block Grom’s axe after taking advantage of his height. The next attack is already ready.

Grom, who accelerated his attacking rhythm, keenly found that his opponent was a little unsustainable.At the beginning, Muradin was able to circle with Grom in an orderly manner, but now he can only retreat in a straight line, and no longer has the energy to pay attention to the surrounding terrain and his own pace.

Grom was greatly encouraged, and there was a roar in his mouth, and the pale yellow saliva dripped down the fangs on the grass and sprayed in the air.Finally, Muradin seemed to be a little tired. He didn't completely dodge Grom's attack. He was struck in his right arm by a sharp axe. The heavy two-handed warhammer fell to the ground-Muradin's right arm was injured. There is not enough strength to hold his weapon!

Grom squinted his eyes with satisfaction-although his opponent was good at using two two-handed weapons, Grom had to admit that the dwarf warrior's left hand was as flexible as his right hand, but it was clear that his left hand alone, Muradin was incapable of defeating Grom.

Not intending to give his opponent any chance, Grom moved flexibly, his body turned in a circle, Gorehowl drew an arc of death in the air, and the huge axe fell on Muradin's head.However, after Grom turned around, he realized that his opponent didn't have any nervous emotions. Instead, there was some sarcasm and ridicule on the rough, bearded face.

Something is wrong!——Grom realized this, but it was too late.His left foot suddenly stepped on something, and his fluid body was interrupted. Not to mention, Grom lost his balance due to the excessive force of the final blow. Crooked past.

At this moment, Grom was too late to look at his opponent, but instead cast his gaze at his feet-damn it, that dwarf's helmet!Grom didn't think this was a coincidence. It was obvious that the dwarf warrior quietly led himself into this little trap when he was intoxicated by the shameful victory.

Naturally, Muradin didn't let this opportunity pass. His right hand was bleeding and he was unable to wave it; but his left hand still held the huge city-breaking axe.With a low growl, the sharp axe cut across Grom's body and slid from the root of his left thigh to Grom's right shoulder. Unfortunately Muradin's arm was not long enough, otherwise Grom must have been It's broken.

With two thumps one after another, Grom and Muradin fell to the ground at the same time.Muradin cursed in a low voice, trying to stand up and give his opponent a fatal blow, only to find that his opponent had the same plan-Muradin's blow also did not completely lose Grom's combat effectiveness. , Although the huge wound that traverses the entire chest and abdomen of this orc is still pouring blood, Grom actually stood up before Muradin.

Chapter 190 The Gods Go Down to the Earth to Fight Recklessness

Gritting his steel teeth, Muradin leaned down slightly and stared at his opponent. Although he had fallen, Muradin’s perseverance prevented him from giving in. Of course, in this case In battle, there is no such thing as admitting defeat. The loser can only turn into a rotten bone with shame and regret.

Muradin picked up his heavy hammer, but the pain from the wound on his right arm made him almost unable to hold the heavy weapon.With the heavy hammer on the ground, Muradin planned to take the opportunity to rest for a while.And his opponent did not take the opportunity to attack, a dwarf and an orc, just like this on the wetland exuding the fragrance and blood of the grass, panting and staring at each other-once they recover, another fight will be there. It is inevitable.

"No, no..." Grom murmured, and finally turned into a frantic roar.This is not the opponent I want to see.Although knowing that the dwarf warrior could not understand the language of the orcs, Grom couldn't help but roared: "No! No!"

With this roar, Grom took the lead in launching an attack, still a simple slash, but his aura was more fierce than before he was injured.The large movement caused a lot of blood to spill from the wound on his chest, dripping on the grass, and part of it was thrown on Muradin's face.

Muradin resisted the orc's attack with difficulty, and his injured right arm gradually became paralyzed.Although this would reduce the pain a little bit, Muradin knew that this was not a good thing-his right arm, under the shock of a lot of blood loss and the powerful power of the opponent, could not last long.Once the right arm loses consciousness, he will usher in the end.

"No, no! Why not use that trick! If you don't use that trick, what is the meaning of my revenge!" Grom continued to growl that Muradin couldn't understand, and the attacking action on his hand was not It didn’t stop—though I don’t know why this dwarf warrior didn’t use a smashing attack to knock himself down after his skin turned black and his figure became bigger like that day, but Grom’s idea is simple—since you don’t want to use tricks , Just hit it until you use it; if at the end this dwarf warrior refuses to use the trick, just smash his head!