Daglan looked up at Alsace who had an intriguing expression on his face, and for a moment he forgot to retort.
The anger he was filled with dissipated due to Alsace's aggrieved look - Arthas didn't care about Daglan's anger at all, because what he said was right.
Thinking of this, Daglan's originally straight back suddenly stooped. This seemed to be a more painful injury than the damage Magni had caused to his body.
Alsace raised his hands to his chest and turned his palms up, "It seems that I touched a sore spot on you. I'm really sorry."
"You human's mouth... is really poisonous." Daglan slowly moved back to his bed and tugged on the shackles that imprisoned him. "So what if you are naive and weak? I am still the king of the Dark Iron Dwarves. A descendant of Thaurissan."
"Can a humble servant be called a king? Or, can a defeated prisoner be called a king?
If the capital of the human kingdom has been changed several times due to external forces, then the kingdom itself has been destroyed long ago, because this shows that it is not the cause of external forces, but internal problems.
You should know about Alterac. Although the Dark Iron dwarves hide themselves in the mountains, the news should not be so stagnant, right?
Pinoride's stupidity and the corrupt nobles are the fundamental reasons for the kingdom's collapse. "
Every word Arthas said pierced Daglan's heart. Although he cited Alterac as an example, the Dark Iron King felt that he was talking about the future of the Dark Iron dwarves.
"I think the fact that you were driven out of Khaz Modan and Ironforge, and suffered a double blow from the Wildhammer Clan and the Bronzebeard Clan, is probably more of your own fault.
Otherwise, why do they all have their own homes and live carefree lives now, but you can only hide underground and live like coolie miners and slave traders? "
Alsace sat leisurely on a chair nearby, crossing his legs.
Daglan looked at the leisurely prince and said in a voice that was almost pulled out of his throat, "You don't understand anything at all. We, we are the real victims, the Bronzebeard clan. They usurped the other dwarves. Everything! Ironforge, Dun Morogh, Khaz Modan!"
"'Victim'? A Dark Iron dwarf?"
Arthas ignored it and asked a new question instead. He stood up and watched Daglan say the last thing he wanted to say now.
"You are really naive, Daglan. It seems that you don't understand at all. In our dictionary, there is no word victim, there are only winners and losers, and the result of failure is destruction."
"boom!"
This was the sound of the door slamming down again after Alsace finished speaking, but it shook Daglan out of his sluggish state.
"Only...losers and winners..."
Daglan murmured to himself. He stretched out his hands and looked at the heavy rune shackles on his wrists. He was still immersed in what Arthas had just said.
An hour later, the team of doctors responsible for checking Daglan's condition walked down the corridor of the cell. A somewhat old dwarf priest followed a female dwarf and kept persuading the female dwarf in front.
"Your Highness... Your Highness, oh, you really don't have to go. Just leave these matters to us. He is just a prisoner."
The female dwarf called "Your Highness" suddenly stopped and said unhappily, "Okay, as you said, he is just a prisoner of my father, and I don't dare to go even as a prisoner. Inspection, what do you think other people think of me, Moira?"
"This -" The old dwarf was stunned for a moment. While he was in a daze, the female dwarf stepped forward and walked to the door of Daglan Prison, asking the guard to open the door.
Seeing Moira leading the priest and guards into the cell, the old dwarf finally realized what he was doing. He sighed and quickly followed.
The movement outside made Daglan wake up from his drowsy state. He opened his eyes with difficulty. Not eating for a long time had an impact on his physical strength.
"Don't move. The alliance's medical team will ensure the health of the prisoners of war." Moira's cold voice reached Daglan's ears.
Moira controlled the power of the Holy Light to roughly inspect Daglan's body, and frowned, "Hasn't Daglan, the prisoner of war, eaten since he was captured?"
The cell guard nodded, "Yes, he has not touched the food we provided him at all."
"Your Highness Moira, I have already said that there is no big problem with his health, it is just due to lack of food intake." The old dwarf really didn't want Moira to stay with Daglan, a dark iron dwarf. If Magni finds out, he will definitely be punished.
"Isn't this a big problem?" Moira asked, "Holy light can heal wounds, but it can't stop a person from eating. In his current state, if he doesn't eat something, hunger alone will kill him. Life."
The other doctors and priests could only smile bitterly at this time. Of course they knew this. There was nothing they could do about Coda Gran not eating.
Moira lowered her head and thought for a while, then pointed firmly at the guards outside and ordered, "If you don't want to eat...you guys, go get something and stuff it down for me."
"yes!"
The rest of the medical staff were stunned after hearing this. They did not expect that this seemingly quiet princess would act so violently and decisively. But the problem is that even if it is forced, if Daglan really doesn't want to live, he will You can also spit it out——
But before the doctors' doubts were expressed, Daglan said first, "Bring me something, I can eat it myself."
After saying this, he didn't care about the eyes of other doctors and just lay on the bed without saying a word.
"Ah this..." Everyone looked at each other. Daglan's hunger strike was not a matter of a day or two. No one could make him eat anything yet. However, Moira's words made Daglan compromise so easily. Already?
Does it mean that their previous approach was too gentle? Do you have to force yourself against a Dark Iron dwarf like Daglan?
Moira herself narrowed her eyes and stared at the dark iron dwarf lying on the bed. Her intuition told her that this guy was definitely not preparing to eat because of her words, or that her words were just an introduction.
"You're wise, prisoner, or I'll make you realize that eating is more unbearable than not eating."
After another routine inspection, the guard placed the food on the ground beside the bed, and the others left the room. Daglan sat up and looked at the oats and bread in wooden bowls on the ground.
"Moira...is Magni Bronzebeard's daughter? I didn't expect that she was also in the alliance's team." Of course Daglan knew the name Moira. As the king of the Dark Iron Dwarves, he could not even join the alliance. I don’t even know the name of the princess of the enemy country.
But this has nothing to do with his willingness to eat. Alsace's words made him think about something, and his body has indeed not recovered yet. The hunger strike these days has made him very weak. If he doesn't eat something, If so, problems will occur sooner or later.
His fate was not yet over, nor was that of the Dark Iron dwarves.
