Sensing that Lothar had passed through the black mist-filled portal, Kel'Thuzad stopped what he was doing and turned to the death lord.
The archlich's jaw twitched, "You brought a living person back to our camp - although she seems to be dying, do you want to try to resurrect a Draenei death knight?"
"I don't have such an idea for the time being." Lothar took off the crystal bottle containing the sample from his horse and threw it to Kel'Thuzad. "I got it for you. Now help me contact His Majesty the Lich King."
Kel'Thuzad took a look at the quality of the sample, then snapped his fingers and activated the teleportation circle on the side.
"You better hurry up - if you don't want this draenei to join us later," Kel'Thuzad reminded "kindly", "I think she may die at any time."
"Of course I know." Lothar was about to take Turani through the portal and return to Azeroth. Suddenly he remembered something, "Kel'Thuzad, you have something that can kill this Draenei." ?"
The soul fire in Kel'Thuzad's eyes grew wider. "You actually think that a lich like me has something that can help a living person survive? Why don't you just heal this Draenei priest's injuries yourself?"
"Pretend I didn't ask." Lothar said with an "I expected it" expression.
"Wait." Kel'Thuzad scratched his fingers under his chin, then waved his hand and threw the crystal bottle he took out from nowhere to Lothar, "Take this and extract it from those hell boars. Although it's not very stable, it might make this Delaney's death...less painful at a critical moment?"
Lothar caught the crystal bottle, looked at the red liquid exuding violent vitality, and smiled unconsciously, "Mages really have a lot of strange things - even after death."
Kel'Thuzad pretended not to hear Lothar's taunt, and returned to his job with the sample Lothar brought him.
"Remember to close the portal after passing through. It takes a lot of energy to maintain this thing."
While Kel'Thuzad was rambling, Lothar carried Turani through another portal and stood on the land of Azeroth again.
"Huh... Even in this ice-covered Icecrown Glacier, it's better than that place that gives people a great sense of depression." Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't need to breathe, he would still subconsciously act like a living person. move.
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"Is that guy still refusing to eat?" Arthas asked casually, leaning on the iron seat of the black iron dwarf.
Unexpectedly, Daglan Thaurissan's stubborn temper was several levels higher than his fighting skills.
After being defeated by Magni and captured alive by Jaina, the Dark Iron King remained silent.
"Don't worry about him. Dwarves can endure hunger very well. It's not a problem to let him stay in the cell for ten days and a half." Magni mentioned that Daglan has a bad temper. "If it doesn't work, I'll beat him again." Give him a break."
"I think it's better to forget it. Your attack was neither light nor heavy. I'm afraid you'll kill the weak Dark Iron Dwarf." Solas stopped reading the battle report and reluctantly dissuaded him.
"When that guy was carried in, very few bones in his body were intact."
When Arthas said this, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter: Magni had a lot of resentment towards the Dark Iron Dwarves. Even if Jaina stopped him, he almost beat Dagran to death.
It seems that Daglan's strength is still far behind Magni, the "King of War".
But dwarves often had stubborn tempers, and Arthas felt that Daglan was more serious than Magni.
He was a little confused at first. Daglan was arrested and had no intention of committing suicide, but he refused the food given to him by the alliance and squatted in the cell every day. In addition to the doctor who regularly checked his injuries, Basically refuses to have contact with anyone.
A guy who obviously doesn't want to die like this, but refuses to eat?
Arthas also saw that Daglan was using this method to express his dissatisfaction with Magni. To be precise, he was dissatisfied with his former compatriots.
Magni himself became more and more angry as he thought about it. He stood up from his seat and was about to have a "chat" with Daglan again. However, Alsace stopped Magni.
"Let's rest for a while. Even if you beat him to death, I'm afraid he won't say anything to you." Alsace said.
"Don't stop me, Arthas, I swear on the name of my beard, I will make Dagran Thaurissan understand that being ignorant is not what a prisoner should do!"
Magni was obviously a bit superior in this matter. He changed his previous image of a calm and wise king, and instead competed with his brother Muradin.
Well, if Muradin is here, maybe Daglan will really experience the taste of the Bronzebeard family's mixed doubles.
"Let me go this time - he's leaving us alone, why don't we leave him alone? This guy must be more anxious than us."
Arthas has never negotiated with Daglan before. He has always been a Magni man. All kinds of hard and soft methods have been tried. Daglan is still like a sculpture, unwilling to speak. .
There is nothing that can be done about this. Even if Daglan is considered a half-puppet king, as a member of the Dark Iron royal family, even if the curse of the Fire Lord flows in his blood, he will still not bow to Ironforge.
Let Magni try his own method first, which can be regarded as exploring Daglan's background: it shows that this guy is not a bottomless person. If he really cried and begged the people of Ironforge for mercy, However, Alsace felt that the next thing would not be easy to handle.
Alsace came to the cell in person. He opened the door and walked in. He saw the shackled Black Iron King looking at him.
Alsace smiled slightly, closed the door, and said:
"Dagran Thaurissan, maybe it's time for us to have a chat."
"I have nothing to talk about with you - even if that guy Bronzebeard kills me, he can't make the King of the Dark Iron Dwarves bow his head. You should know very well, human."
Daglan's tone was filled with anger, "It is a great shame to be caught by you, but sooner or later you will be crushed by the Fire Lord's army. You have no idea what kind of force you are fighting against."
"No, I understand very well," Arthas immediately refuted Daglan's words, "but the Fire Lord is not the focus of this conversation. Let's talk about you, Daglan, a childish and pathetic dwarf. .”
"childish?!"
After hearing Alsace's description, Daglan suddenly rushed to Alsace and tugged at the chains restricting his movement angrily, "How dare you insult the Black Iron Emperor like this?!"
Arthas glanced at Daglan, pacing back and forth a little beyond the length limit that Daglan could reach.
"Is not it?"
