My Frostmourne can't be so cute

After this little-actually not a small episode, the high-level military officers of these human alliances can finally calm down and discuss how to launch a counterattack against the orcs next.

Of course, before that, Prince Danas still has very important things to tell everyone here.

Just as Danas was telling why he appeared here and the previous offensive and defensive battle at Dun Modr Fort, everyone looked dignified because of these thrilling experiences. Only the Red Dragon Queen was the happiest-because Her feast finally arrived.

Originally, the maids and cooks were not allowed to enter such important places as the Chamber, but the Red Dragon Queen’s needs were greater than all rules. Under the arrangement of Kurbanke, plates of delicacies were continuously brought to the meeting. At the far end of the table, in front of the Red Dragon Queen who was not with everyone.

Roast beef, bacon, fragrant soft bread, cheese, sausage, chicken stew, thick soup... Kurban thought that the Queen of Red Dragon must have a lot of food, but she really didn't expect that she could eat this way.

No matter what the maids bring, the Red Dragon Queen can eat everything in a moment; although her mouth is the same size as a normal person, or even smaller; but she eats too frequently Soon.

Seeing that Kurbanke’s face was a bit ugly, Arthas couldn’t help laughing—it seems that when he returned to Lordaeron, he should have the Chancellor Alfonso urgently allocate a batch of food to Stromgarde, otherwise , Maybe soon there will be a big crisis in King Thoras' palace!

Of course, the Red Dragon Queen has not forgotten her little friend-she has not forgotten to call Vereesa to enjoy the food with her; Vereesa refused at first because she wanted to have a good talk with Sister Alleria.

However, there was a solemn military convention being held over there, and Vereesa was too embarrassed to keep whispering to her sister; and as the representative of the high elf ranger, Alleria had to attend such a meeting, so Vereesa simply agreed with The Red Dragon Queen sat at the other end of the discussion table together, and began to enjoy those rare meats in Quel'Thalas-Vereesa likes meat the most!

At the military meeting here, Prince Danath’s narrative had come to an end, and the expressions of King Thoras, King Terenas, Anduin Lothar began to become very solemn.

None of the leaders of these alliances thought that apart from Stromgarde, Dun Modd Fortress and the northern end of the Thador Bridge had experienced such a severe test, and the most stable line of defense in the northern part of the continent had just come close not long ago. collapse.

Anyone who knows military can imagine how close mankind is to extinction-if the red dragon is not out of the control of the orcs, then the orcs can with the help of the red dragon after they take down the fortress of Dun Modr without a bloody sword. Easily destroy the northern defense line of the Thador Bridge without the assistance of the wizard troops.

At the same time, Stromgarde fell into the siege of the orcs. No matter how brave it is, the whole city will be bloodbathed by the powerful force of the orcs for at most two hours, and then become this group of invaders in Azeroth. The first bridgehead in the north.(To be continued.)

Chapter 407 The Severely Wounded Dwarf

Too poisonous!After connecting everything together, the thought came up in everyone present—the orc who was knocked out by Windsor and is now being escorted back to Stromgarde by a small team of paladins from the Knights of the Silver Hand The chief's series of conspiracies and tricks are really poisonous!

If he is really allowed to succeed, humans will have little room to stand up; even if Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Gilneas, and Dalaran are left, in the final analysis, the power of these three can resist the invasion of the red dragons. How long is still unknown.

In addition to feeling a little afraid of the insidious strategy of the orc leader, what makes everyone here even more concerned is why Arthas... seems to appear at every node where humanity is facing crisis?

Although he and the Red Dragon Queen appeared on the battlefield of Stromgarde together, no one would dare to look down upon the Prince of Lordaeron; but apart from liberating the red dragon from the orcs, if there was no Arta Si, Muradin would not return to Stromgarde midway, nor would Prince Danas enter Dun Mod fortress so smoothly to help defend.

"Alsace... tell me honestly, do you really have no ability to predict the future?" Wrynn asked, looking at his little friend suspiciously from a distance.

"Uh... this... is a coincidence, everything is a coincidence." Of course, Arthas couldn't say that he came from the original time, just haha.

"Oh, by the way, where is the Muradin-sama of the Dwarf Kingdom?" King Thoras asked his own question.

Although he kept hearing his nephew Prince Danas telling him how he and Muradin? Bronzebeard fought side by side in Dun Modd Fortress, King Thoras did not see the dwarf when Arthas and others entered the city. An important person in the kingdom.

"Muradin..." Danas was about to answer, the door of the chamber had been kicked open, and a short figure hurried in.

"What..." King Thoras felt that he had lost all his face today-first Christophe was hiding under the table like a girl, and now he doesn't know any unruly guy who dares to break. Enter your own chamber, this time you must cut off the head of this impolite guy!

"Muradin?" Arthas stood up from the stool in surprise.

"Quick, quick! Is there a doctor? Or a priest? Come and save him personally!" Muradin didn't have the time to deal with Arthas, but rushed to the table. At this time, everyone saw his arms clearly and held him. A dwarf as small as him!

With a "boom," Muradin threw the dwarf on the discussion table; a bloody smell immediately spread.

Red blood began to spread along the lines of the cloth, and a slight stench radiated from the heavily wounded dwarf.

"This is... the group of dwarves who support us?" Uther stood up and walked over to check the dwarf's injuries.

Hearing this, everyone got up and surrounded them-the group of dwarf knights who were riding griffins to support the battle just now left a deep impression on everyone.

The dwarf, like Muradin, had a big brown beard; his brows were tightly furrowed together, and it was obvious that even in a coma, he could not escape the pain.

Blood kept pouring from under the dwarf, but the deadliest injury on his body was on his chest—an irregular wound penetrated his lightweight leather armor, and the muscles around the wound were in a state of decay. The faint stench came from here—obviously, the weapon that pierced him contained some corrupting power.

Muradin did not enter Stromgarde with Alsace and others—he always cared about the similarities he saw on the battlefield and where they came from; Muradin already had guesses in his mind, but in Fadier Bay , He didn't see any dwarves who accompanied the humans and high elves reinforcements to chase the orcs, which made his heart more dark.

Before Arthas and the others entered Stromgarde, Muradin proposed to go to the battlefield to see. He knew that those of the same kind would not disappear out of thin air, even if they had suffered the most unfortunate result, Muradin would at least take them. Back to their hometown-dwarves must be buried in the mountains of their hometown, no dwarf will corpse the wilderness.

Now, it is obvious that Muradin has found his kind who is still alive, but the condition of this dwarf does not look optimistic.

Holy light appeared in the hands of Paladins such as Uther and Mograine. These magical powers quickly purified the black carrion on the dwarf’s wound, and the stench gradually disappeared.

But the Holy Light couldn’t bring it back to life. After many attempts, the dwarf’s faint gasp became almost inaudible. Mograine retracted his hands on the dwarf’s chest, not caring about the contamination on his hands. His warm blood, but shook his head at Muradin regretfully.

"No..." Muradin let out a cry of grief-he didn't even have time to ask if this kind of fellow came from the place far from Ironforge but had always been in contact, as he had guessed.

Mograine, Uther and others bowed their heads-in the previous battle, although the support of these dwarves helped humans and the high elven reinforcements to hold on for a while, it also contained a lot of orcs' combat power, but Because the two sides have never contacted on the battlefield, after the victory, the humans and the high elven reinforcements were busy pursuing them, and they even left these friendly forces behind in excitement.

In an atmosphere of regret and solemnity, Alsace's voice was particularly abrupt: "Hey, you! No, no, Vereesa, it's not you, you ate your...what about you, idiot!"

"Huh? Who called me?" The Red Dragon Queen was immersed in a huge pumpkin pie and couldn't help herself. Hearing this familiar name, she raised her head blankly.

The Holy Light is on, is it better to let her choke to death in Fadier Bay?——Alsace sighed in his heart as he walked to the Red Dragon Queen's side, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the dwarf's side.

"Hey, hey, my pie..." Although the Red Dragon Queen did not resist, she still expressed her dissatisfaction-how to eat the pie when it is cold!

"Here, heal him!" Arthas couldn't manage that much, and suddenly pushed the Red Dragon Queen toward the table, then pointed to the dwarf who was lying on the table and was about to die and said loudly.

"Um... well, well, what a big deal... is it dead?" The Red Dragon Queen rubbed her wrist as if Arthas pinched her: Naturally, Arthas sneered at this. ——Pretend, then pretend, my body, which is worse than a ten-year-old child, can pinch the wrist of the Red Dragon Queen?(To be continued.)

Chapter 408 The Wildhammer Dwarf

Although I sincerely thank the Red Dragon Queen for her help to the human coalition forces, Muradin still felt a little unhappy when he heard the words of the Red Dragon Queen-is this the gods in these legends?For mortals, their attitude is such a lighthearted "are you dead?"Is the life of a dwarf not as important as a big meal in the eyes of these gods?

Arthas knew what the Red Dragon Queen meant—in Grim Batol’s secret room, this guy once said that the rules of life cannot be violated. In other words, if the dwarf is dead, the Red Dragon Queen is not. Will come to the rescue.

"Well, not dead yet." The Red Dragon Queen naturally did not need Arthas to help her confirm the life and death of this dwarf. As the master of the rules of life, she has her own method of judgment.

Just a little bit of perception, the Red Dragon Queen knew that the dwarf was not dead yet-although not dead, it was almost the same.

What a trouble—the Red Dragon Queen yawned, waved to the dwarf lying on the table, and then hurried back to her seat-the big meal, the big meal was still waiting for herself Too!

"I have a reaction!" Muradin yelled, everyone's eyes were taken back from the weird Red Dragon Queen, placed on the dwarf, and then dumbfounded.

The wounds that Mograine and others had no countermeasures had already begun to heal slowly; the dwarf's weak breathing also became smooth with the naked-eye healing speed of the wound.

Finally, the dwarf opened his eyes-the pale blue pupils, gradually becoming focused from dizziness, and finally staying on Muradin's surprised face.

"Brother...brother, are you? I...where is this? Those...those orcs...my...weapons..." The dwarf struggled to get up from the table, trying to want Jump to the ground.

"You're awake, don't move; I am Muradin from Ironforge." Muradin quickly took a step and held the dwarf who had recovered from his serious injury.

"Muradin? I...I am... from Eagle's Nest...Falstad, Falstad? Wildhammer." The dwarf stood firm with the support of Muradin and shook himself. After a brief introduction of himself, his head began to look at the humans around him.

"Falstad, you really belong to the Wildhammer clan!" Muradin shook Falstad's arm with some excitement, and then excitedly said to Arthas and others, "Falstad is from Wildhammer. The clan is our brother kingdom in Ironforge!"

It turned out to be an ally of Ironforge, and that is also an ally of mankind-everyone present had a spectrum in their hearts, and they nodded to Falstad.

"Muradin, what about my... clansmen?" Falstad regained his consciousness a little, and began to care about his fellow citizens.