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While the countries of Lordaeron were actively preparing for the formation of the alliance, the dwarves of Ironforge were already feeling the pressure from the orc tribe.
Magni Bronzebeard always believed that his abilities as a blacksmith and warrior far exceeded his talents as a king. But after his father passed away, as the eldest of the three Bronzebeard brothers, this heavy burden naturally fell on Magni Bronzebeard.
The country is in dire straits, and one of the second and third brothers is obsessed with exploration, and the other is keen on archeology. Haven't they heard the old saying that if you spend three years in blacksmithing, the project will ruin your life, but once you enter the world of archeology, you will have to pay for your son and cheat your grandchildren? My wife passed away a few years ago, and my daughter is rebellious and unreasonable. How do I live like this?
"Muradin, go to the Burning Plains and call Brian back from the ruins of Thaurissan. The threat of the orcs is getting closer and closer. Put aside the archeology for now." Magni pulled his brother Muradin to complete the daily routine. After complaining, I finally remembered that I hadn’t said anything about the business yet.
"Brother, how have you considered joining the alliance?" Muradin saw that his eldest brother was finally freed from the nagging Mrs. Xianglin and hurriedly changed the subject. The upright Muradin would rather accompany his dwarf friends to experiment with unreliable high-tech technologies than listen to his elder brother's clichés, but who makes the other person his beloved elder brother?
"Let the guards of Ironforge cheer up and wait until the spies we sent to the south come back before making a decision. If the orcs are really so brutal and bloodthirsty, joining the alliance is imperative." Magni, as the king of Ironforge , will not easily believe what others say.
Madoran Bronzebeard, the previous king of the Bronzebeard dwarves, often taught his children: Without investigation, there is no right to speak.
"Okay, okay, I understand." Muradin couldn't say anything to comfort his eldest brother Magni, so he could only accompany Magni to drink one cup after another.
Early the next morning, Muradin recruited a small elite force and prepared to go to the ruins of Thaurissan in the Burning Plains to bring his brother Brian Bronzebeard home.
"Hey, that guy with particularly developed chest muscles, yes, that's you. Although we are going to the Burning Plains, you can't go out wearing slippers, right?" Muradin stopped a strange soldier out of curiosity.
"Hey, Emera!" Muradin's eyes widened.
"Uncle, uncle, keep your voice down, don't let my father hear you!" Emerald Bronzebeard, the princess of Ironforge, quickly covered Muradin's mouth.
"What are you doing?" Muradin asked.
"The old guy knows how to order me to do this and that all day long. It's boring. I want to go to the Burning Plains to play with Uncle Brian." Emerald pulled Muradin's beard and acted coquettishly.
"But I was ordered to catch Brian and bring him home." Muradin looked at his fully developed niece with pity. A child without a mother is really pitiful.
"Then I'll go with you and come back together. Please uncle, I don't even have anyone to talk to now that you're gone." Amora pretended to be pitiful.
"But your father..." Muradin looked troubled.
"As long as you and Uncle Brian plead together, it will be fine. Dad won't really blame me." Seeing Muradin relent, Amora immediately followed the snake to the stick.
If you don't use it, you will be an old thing. If you use it, you will become a father. Brother, you really failed as a father. Muradin shrugged helplessly, indicating that he had surrendered to his niece. Amora kissed Muradin on the face and was extremely happy.
"Hey, we are all grown girls, don't make trouble." After scolding his niece, Muradin laughed out loud first.
After a journey that was almost a sightseeing tour, Muradin and his party left the snowy Khaz Modan and arrived at the scorching Burning Plains.
"Uncle, you are so smart. You can drink ice-cold beer by collecting ice cubes in advance!" Emerald wore cool clothes and drank the wine in one goblet.
"Hey, you bastards, doesn't Emmara look good? Why are you all staring at the barrel?" Muradin originally wanted to scold Emera for wearing too cool clothes, but he found that his boys were all focused on freezing. On the wine barrel, I couldn't help but lament the misfortune of the old boys under my command and get angry at them.
"Come on, Uncle Muradin, anyone who dares to take advantage of the princess will be singled out in the arena by His Majesty the King. It's great for Emera to be a friend, but forget it as a wife. My face can't compare. The iron felt of the melting pot." The carefree young man joked, causing a burst of whistles.
"Bruce, I will tell Wilma when I get back that you teased me. By the way, and your Majesty the King." Emerald was not afraid to make fun of herself, causing a burst of laughter.
Apart from the hot weather along the way, the dwarves did not encounter much danger. In front of a group of bronze-bearded dwarves whose muscles were about to grow into their brains, the lava spiders and burn-tailed scorpions were just delicacies that could be eaten with their heads removed. Well, it has to have five times the protein content of beef.
"Uncle Muradin, aren't the ruins of Thaurissan to the east? Where are we going?" Emera couldn't help but ask.
"Go to Morgan's Post. The Burning Plains is so big. Who knows where your Uncle Brian has gone. Let's go to Morgan's Post first to replenish some supplies and then ask them for news about your uncle." Muradin patiently told the man who has no experience in surviving in the wild. 's niece explained.
Archeology is not an easy task, and you may encounter unknown dangers at any time. Therefore, the famous archaeologist Harrison Jones once said something widely recognized in the archaeological community: No matter what you discover, no matter how rare the opportunity is, at least you can Your companions know where you are.
In the Burning Plains, the territory of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Morgan's outpost is the only place where Brian can obtain supplies. Someone there must know the whereabouts of this archaeological explorer.
"What the hell, why are there dragons here?"
The watchtower of Morgan Post can be seen in the distance, and the dwarf team is blocked by a group of half-dragons. It was getting dark, and if they took a detour, the dwarves would have to sleep outdoors at night.
"Edward and Jacob, you two take care of Emera and the goat. Other boys, put on your armor and let us have a good fight for a room with a roof!" Muradin issued the battle order.
“For vegetable soup and warm bread!”
"To avoid having to keep watch all night!"
The dwarves' war cries are hilarious but high-spirited.
Those who set off with Muradin were all the best young people in Ironforge, and preparations for the battle were quickly completed.
Using the rocks and terrain to get closer to the half-dragons' crude fortifications, Muradin led the charge. After discovering the enemy, the half-dragon wizard tried to cast a spell to fend off the enemy, but was knocked to the ground by Muradin with a hammer. In front of the dwarves' ace combat unit, the King of the Hill, the two-meter-tall half-dragon was only a large one. Broiler. No half-dragon could withstand Muradin's war hammer and slashing axe. They could smash the legs, hammer the chest, and shoot the head. Muradin's moves were simple and practical.
What? Why not just shoot the head?
Because Muradin couldn't find a stepping stool.
After the last half-dragon fell, Muradin smashed the warhammer on the ground without finishing his thoughts, glanced around, and spat: "There is no one who can hit him."
The four dwarven characters on the warhammer read horizontally as Royal Hammer Lord. When read vertically, it means Lord of the Royal Hammer family.
The Bronzebeard dwarves got their wish and had a hot dinner at Morgan's Post.
In the night, a group of Dark Iron Dwarves left their fortress, and the King of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Dagran Thaurissan, was also among them.
At this time of year, the Dark Iron King would go to the ruins of the former Thaurissan City to mourn his father.
