"Let's raise a glass and cheer and party all night long!"
After defeating the centaurs and finding a new home, the tauren didn't even plan to rebuild their home first. Instead, they held a grand banquet to celebrate their victory.
They were freed from the threat of the enemy, crossed the mountains of the Barrens, and found a new habitat. This undoubtedly meant a new life for the tauren who had endured the plunder and bullying of the centaurs for a long time.
The soldiers of the alliance were invited to participate in this carnival. The tauren brought wine and barbecue, and the dwarves also brought ale and food transported across the ocean from the distant eastern kingdom.
The original barriers and prejudices were almost eliminated in the singing and dancing of a banquet without distinction between classes. This is something that the leaders of both sides are happy to see.
The night sky in Mulgore was filled with passionate bonfires and the sound of laughter. The stars in the sky seemed to be envious of the joy and excitement on the grassland at this moment.
On a high ground, the leaders of both sides were watching the bonfire party with smiles.
"A hearty victory, Kane, you are one of the most powerful warriors I have ever seen," Varian's mouth curved. After a battle, he recognized the tauren's bravery even more.
The king of Stormwind City raised a simple wooden wine glass and toasted to Kane.
Kane's cow's face was also full of joy. His people finally got rid of the life of being closely watched by the enemy and were able to start over in their new home. "Varian, you are also the best I have ever seen." One of the commanders. The alliance’s assistance was so timely, Shuharu will never forget your kindness.”
"We have been allies for a long time, haven't we?" Varian nodded slightly.
"Yes, the Tauren clan will stand firmly on the alliance's side in the future," Kane nodded in response, "If there is anything we can do to help, please feel free to do so."
"Haha, I just like a straightforward guy like you, Kane!" Muradin drank a glass of ale in one gulp and raised his hand to wipe the foam on his beard.
Kane looked at the drinking dwarf, hesitated for a moment, and then asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.
"I'm sorry, but my belief in Mother Earth forces me to take the liberty of asking - I feel that dwarves have a deep connection with nature and Mother Earth, but why don't there appear among you... people who are close to the elements? "
While on the battlefield, Kane noticed that the largest number of dwarves were various gunners and gunners, as well as warriors and priests who used the Holy Light.
However, these dwarves, who are closely connected with the earth and even have the earth element flowing in their blood, do not have a shaman who can contact the natural elements?
This is something Kane cannot understand. At the same time, he is also afraid that these dwarves will do something to anger the elements. If this is the case, further cooperation with the Alliance may encounter obstacles.
After all, the tauren have a long history of worshiping nature, and it is basically impossible for the clan to change their beliefs.
When Muradin heard Kane's question, the arm that was pouring the wine stopped for a moment.
But the dwarf continued to fill the wine glass. He stared at the foam rising on the ale, took a sip, and then said slowly, "Ah, indeed, we once had a similar tradition... This is a distant story. , most of the dwarves in Ironforge are now very afraid of this kind of power."
"Afraid? Why?" Kane found a seat and sat down. He was willing to listen to the dwarf's story.
Even Varian also cast a glance. He never knew that there were professions among dwarves that could communicate with the elements.
"As you can see, we dwarves have a magical connection with the earth, and the stronger the dwarves are, the more flexibly they can grasp the power flowing in our blood."
While speaking, Muradin raised his arm, and an astonishing change began to occur from his fingers. From between his fingers to his shoulders, Muradin's right arm seemed to be covered with a hard rock shell.
"What an amazing ability." Kane stretched out his hand and crossed it over Muradin's arm. He could feel that the dwarf's arm almost turned into a real rock.
Muradin casually restored the petrified arm to its original shape, "Almost all dwarves can do this, but some dwarves can exert this power to the extreme."
"According to the records in the Royal Library of Stormwind City, King Magni can communicate with the power of the earth and transform himself into a giant with rock skin. At this time, King Magni is almost impossible to defeat as long as he stands on the earth. "." Varian recalled the books he had read in the librarianship, but he had never actually seen the dwarf's rock form.
Muradin grinned, "Yes, that's why the dwarves are called the "King of the Hill." If Magni spares no effort to unleash his power, he can even wrestle with a giant dragon."
"We believe that this power comes from the blood of our creator. The deeper we go into it, the more we can feel the origin of these 'Father Gods'..."
"So there are also a considerable number of spellcasters among us, instead of being basically warriors and believers of the Holy Light like now." Muradin stared at the half-drunk ale, shrugged and said with a smile, "But, in After the 'War of the Three Hammers', everything was different."
"The War of the Three Hammers ended with the defeat of the Dark Iron Clan, but when that crazy Dark Iron Witch King was cornered, he did a terrible thing."
Muradin drank the remaining wine in the glass, and the muscles on his face trembled. "A terrible demon appeared in our world, turning the originally beautiful Red Ridge Mountains into a charred wilderness."
"Burn the entire mountain range? Mother Earth... what kind of terrifying power is this?" Kane's brows frowned tightly, and the cow's face was full of surprise and shock.
He originally thought that his allies' living environment was better than that of the tauren, but now it seems that they are also facing severe tests.
"Yes, no one knows what that terrifying existence is, because the city of the Dark Iron Dwarves was also reduced to ashes during that disaster, and an active volcano rose up there, which we call Blackstone Mountain. "
Varian's expression became melancholy. He also took a sip of wine and said with some memories, "Blackstone Mountain... is definitely not a name with good memories for me."
"Look around, young man, Sir Lothar doesn't want you to be too sad because of his death." Muradin stood on the bench, patted Varian's back, and smiled at Kane, "This boy's relatives He died on the battlefield there, so it’s a little sad.”
"I can understand your feelings... I also have relatives who died on the battlefield," Kane's eyes were full of sympathy. He knew that it was not easy to get over the time when his relatives died.
Varian opened Muradin's greasy hand and said angrily, "I'm not that fragile, okay? Uncle Lothar has been dead for more than ten years, and I am past the age of crying for him. I just I just remembered it, is there anything wrong with being a little sentimental?”
"Okay, okay, I didn't tell anyone that you were hiding alone in the castle of Lordaeron and crying secretly..."
"Muradin!" Varian glared at Muradin. He really didn't know what other maddening words this guy could say with his big mouth.
Muradin also realized that he seemed to have let something slip. He smiled angrily, rubbed the back of his head and said, "Hey, I'm sorry, let's continue talking about what we were talking about before: after this disaster, the dwarves began to be afraid of magic and cast many spells. He even left Ironforge voluntarily."
"So is this why dwarves have the ability to communicate with the elements, but do not have the shamanic tradition?" Kane nodded. Muradin's answer made him feel relieved. If this is the case, the tauren can understand them. The difficulties.
"That's right. After all, no one wants to make the same mistake as Witch King Thaurissan and turn our homeland into a barren land under volcanic ash." Muradin spread his hands and said. The process and ending of the War of the Three Hammers are no secret. He just said some things that most people have not covered in their knowledge.
"It looks like the burned mountains are still an ominous place?"
"Yes, our fallen people are still there... and the guys who invaded our world." Muradin gritted his teeth when he said the latter. He could not forget his compatriots and friends who died in the bloody war. .
Nowadays, those hateful orcs are still entrenched in the Burning Plains, and have even built fortresses and camps there. Muradin wishes that the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Blackstone Orcs there would fight, but they always seem to be in peace.
"What are those invaders like?" Kane is ready to learn more about the alliance, which will be very helpful for future cooperation.
"Humph, we call them orcs. They are a group of veritable beasts." Muradin did not have any good impression of the orcs, and his views were very radical. "They are a group of people who only know how to kill and plunder, and they have no mercy or morality." A monster of words!”
"Sounds like a pretty formidable enemy."
"It can no longer be described as terrifying." Varian shook his head. "They directly or indirectly destroyed three human kingdoms. Two of them are almost impossible to rebuild. Up to now, they are still full of... The remaining orcs and ogres.”
While the three of them were chatting about the orcs, a scout who was still sticking to his post rushed to the alliance leader and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, our scouts discovered the orcs in the wasteland in the northeast. trace!"
"What?!" Varian stood up suddenly, not even noticing that the wine glass fell to the ground, "How did these guys get to Kalimdor?"
"Orcs have come to our continent?" An uneasy look appeared on Kane's face, not because he felt threatened, but because he always felt that Kalimdor would be in trouble in the near future.
"This is not a good sign," Muradin opened his eyes in shock, "I didn't know these damn orcs were so powerful in navigation technology."
"Don't forget the ships they sailed during the Second War. Although the technology was crude, the orcs were able to break through the waves on the sea with their hard work."
Varian reminded, but no matter how the orcs came to Kalimdor, it is no longer critical. The most critical question now is what they came here to do.
"I think we'd better go to the northeast and take a look. If the orcs will bring new disasters to Kalimdor after they arrive here... we'd better kill them in their lair first!" Muradin first! He jumped out and expressed his plan.
"Wait a minute, we don't have enough manpower right now. If all the orcs arrive in Kalimdor, we won't be able to confront them head-on." Varian thought of his main task. They have to be responsible for stabilizing the alliance in Kalimdor. With the situation in Limdor, one should not initiate a war with the orcs.
In that case, not only would they not be able to defeat the orcs, but they would also be trapped by their troops.
"Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch them expand?" Muradin did not agree with Varian's point of view. "What do you want me to say? It's better to strike first."
Kane glanced at the two people arguing, walked up to the scout, and asked the scout in Common Language, which he was not yet proficient in, "Young warrior, can you tell me what the moves of those orcs are?"
The scout nodded, seeming to have a high degree of trust in Kane's gentleness, and he also understood that this was a friend of the Alliance, and there was no problem in sharing information about the orcs.
"Those orcs are building a magnificent city in the wasteland Gobi in the northeast. We also saw trolls moving with them, and there are also traces of orc activities in the forest to the west. It should be to provide supplies for their city. wood."
"The forest to the west?" Kane's expression became strange, and he called to Varian and Muradin, who were still arguing. "Both of you, I think we don't have to worry about this matter for the time being."
"Why?" Varian and Muradin asked in unison.
"Do you still remember the night elf who 'visited' our camp after the war?" Kane mentioned an incident that was not particularly pleasant.
"Of course, I clearly remember that guy's powerful strength and weird magic." Varian naturally will not forget what happened not long ago.
"I originally thought that these elves were just legendary creatures... But now it seems that they really exist, and the forest area in the north called Ashenvale is the territory of the night elves..."
