The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Hmm... there are such delicious chicken legs."

"Wow! This pork chop tastes so good."

"I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time in this cold land."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Arthas."

"We had a great meal, but is there enough food?"

Muradin, who was wolfing down his food at the table, wiped his mouth happily.

After swallowing his mouthful of food, he spoke to Arthas happily.

"Don't worry, Muradin, I still have plenty here, eat as much as you want."

"Then I won't be polite. I need to eat more and replenish my energy."

After making sure that Arthas had brought enough food, Muradin stopped being polite and continued to eat.

He tore off a large piece of the successfully roasted chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it in big mouthfuls.

"By the way, Arthas, why did you come to Northrend?"

"What happened in the Eastern Kingdoms that made you organize such a group of people to come to Northrend?"

"At that time, I thought you came to Northrend to save us because you received our call for help."

When he was almost full, Muradin suddenly had an idea.

I just remembered that Arthas said that the original purpose was not to save them.

"Muradin, you have been dealing with the undead in Northrend for so long."

"You must be aware of the horror of the Undead Scourge. Can you imagine what would happen if such an enemy appeared in our country?"

Arthas asked Muradin after taking a bite of fried pork chop.

"Child, could it be that the undead from Northrend have invaded our country?"

"Although they can resurrect the dead, as long as they have a strong army, they shouldn't be able to cause any trouble."

"In that case, are you coming to Northrend to destroy them?"

"After arriving in Northrend, I could vaguely feel that there was a terrifying darkness quietly watching me."

In response to Muradin's speculation, Arthas, who had just finished eating a pork chop, slowly shook his head.

"Muradin, your guess is roughly correct, but you missed a very important part."

"The undead have developed a plague that will transform civilians infected with it into one of their own."

"The plague spread very quickly. Facing so many enemies, the people of Lordaeron paid a heavy price."

"There are still many cultists who believe in the master of the dark power you mentioned - the Lich King Ner'zhul."

After hearing what Arthas said, Muradin was no longer happy, but looked solemn instead.

I didn't expect that during my time in Northrend, such a terrible disaster would occur in Lordaeron.

After putting himself into Arthas's perspective, Muradin trembled all over and shivered.

"Child, we are here to find a rune sword called Frostmourne."

"We once obtained an ancient treasure map. After translating it, we learned that it was a weapon with great power."

"If the Lich King is as powerful as you say, perhaps that rune sword will be the key to our victory over him."

Help Jaina cut a few pieces of honey pork chops and place them steadily on her plate.

Arthas then slowly spoke to Muradin: "You have been deceived, Muradin."

"By the way, you didn't buy this map from the goblins, did you?"

"Arthas, you really surprise me. You even know this?"

At this moment, Muradin slammed the table and spoke in surprise.

The pork chop that was about to reach my mouth accidentally fell to the ground, but luckily the plate was big enough so the meat did not fall to the ground.

In this case, if it gets dirty, you will have to eat it along with the ashes.

No, there are also griffins that can be eaten. The dwarf's griffin mount eats meat.

"I guessed it right! Don't you know that those greedy goblins are notorious and hated by everyone?"

"Well... Uncle Muradin is... well... a stupid dwarf."

Jaina, who was sitting next to Arthas, was munching on ribs.

"Be good, Jaina, just eat your meat carefully and don't choke."

After staring at Arthas, Jaina, who still thought the meat was delicious, began to concentrate on eating the steak in big mouthfuls.

"Muradin, Frostmourne is a trap."

"Ner'zhul wants to use it to corrupt me or Jaina and make us his slaves."

"So that we can bring death to the world, and make Azeroth a world filled with the dead."

Cutting off a few pieces of chicken thighs and putting them on his plate, Arthas carefully explained the issue of Frostmourne to Muradin.

Muradin, who knew about this, looked incredulous.

The Lich King, Ner'zhul, actually took advantage of countless people when he did these things.

Muradin now knows very well that the dwarf expedition team he leads is probably also a part of the arrangement to force these two children to fall.

"Is this true, Arthas?"

"If that's the case, then we are all his pawns, under his control."

"Then we must go back immediately, contact other alliance members, and work together to find a solution to this crisis."

Arthas gently pressed down Muradin who suddenly stood up, put a few pieces of spicy pork ribs on his plate and comforted him: "Look, we all know the enemy's plan."

"This time, Jaina and I are planning to take advantage of the opponent's strategy. Don't panic."

"On the surface, we are here to take Frostmourne and kill the dreadlord Mal'Ganis."

"In fact, we are here to eliminate him, the mastermind behind this."

At this time, Muradin felt better after swallowing a few pieces of ribs to calm his nerves.

"Kids, since you are so confident, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

"We have to send someone back to deliver the message. I know the undead very well. There are too many of them in Northrend."

"Arthas, I declare on the honor of the Bronzebeard family..."

In an instant, Arthas took a large piece of chicken leg and stuffed it into Muradin's mouth.

What are you swearing for? You are even swearing on the honor of your family. What are you doing, my Master Muradin.

Eat more chicken to fill your mouth.

"Muradin, we can't alert the enemy."

"There's no telling how many members of the Scourge's Cult of the Damned are lurking in the kingdom."

"We must proceed with caution. I think the current force is sufficient."

Seeing Jaina looking at him quietly, Arthas quickly chopped more than ten steaks for her before continuing.

"Besides, there are still many forces in Northrend that have grudges against the Scourge."

"We can easily raise a large army to encircle and destroy the Scourge."

"So, Muradin, you don't have to worry about our lack of troops."

"Alsace, your idea is good, but I need some wine to soothe myself. I've suffered too many setbacks and it's painful."

Before Muradin finished speaking, Arthas pulled out a jar of wine from under the table.

Dwarves like to drink, and he had prepared it a long time ago, but he didn't expect Muradin to bring it up only now.

Without taking a breath, Muradin sniffed the smell of the wine deeply.

"Sure enough, my good disciple, Arthas, you understand me the best!"

Muradin took the wine from Arthas and drank it in big gulps.

Seeing this, Arthas quickly reminded: "Muradin, this wine..."

"Alsace, good brother...what a strong wine...really...really a top-notch...good wine."

"Why... I'm about to pass out all of a sudden... My... drinking tolerance... When did it become so bad?"

"This is such a fragrant... mellow and fine wine... I want more... I want to drink it."

Muradin can't drink much. He falls asleep immediately and snores loudly.

Fortunately, Arthas quickly supported him and prevented him from falling to the ground.

At the same time, Jaina, who was savoring the sweet and sour pork ribs, snapped her fingers and sent Muradin to his sleeping place to rest for free.

In a quiet stone house, Muradin lay comfortably on the bed, burped, and then continued to snore.

She is a kind wizard, and it is a friendly act for her to send the snoring dwarf to his room to rest.

"My dearest Prince Alsace, please don't snore!"

"I only eat meat and don't drink alcohol. If I do drink, I'd rather have iced cola or milk tea."

"My dear wife, I'll give you a cup of bubble tea."

"Arthas, you are great!"