The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Ironforge, the solid home of the dwarves. What can we see when we look out through the statue of the Hill King holding a hammer axe inside the gate of Ironforge?

On the top of Dun Morogh, which is covered with snow all year round, cypress trees covered with snow sway in the darkness with the snow wind.

Snow flakes were flying one after another, and some of them landed lightly on a dwarf wearing a horned helmet.

Above his head was a small camp made up of four iron pillars, four bright lamps, eight iron rods and a piece of snow-white cloth.

In front of him was a large table with several decks of cards and many bottles of wine of various varieties.

Of course, around him, there were several boxes of wine bottles, either full of wine or empty, leaning against him, nestling against him and the other two dwarves.

The dwarf, with a hammer and axe on his waist, held eight cards tightly in his hands, four 2s, three 3s, and one 4.

There seemed to be a big bubble in his nose, and his trough nose made a loud snoring sound like thunder.

"Muradin, Muradin Bronzebeard, wake up, it's your turn to play."

The dwarf, who had a long beard similar to Muradin's and was wearing the same equipment, looking like a completely different person, and a brown wide-brimmed hat, stretched out his free left hand and slapped Muradin on the head.

He held three cards in his right hand, a dwarf king and a pair of aces. It was his turn to play after Muradin, and he was already impatient.

"I swear by Magni's beard, Christina, my dear granddaughter, I haven't finished my wine yet!"

There was a loud slap, and Muradin was suddenly awakened by a powerful blow from the dwarf next to him, causing his head to tilt.

In the dream, he was drinking fine wine with a little girl... It was a little sweet, like grape-flavored mead, and she called him Grandpa Muradin every day.

He hadn't slept for almost three days, and when he closed his eyes, he actually had a beautiful dream.

What is meant to come will eventually come; it will only be late but never absent.

"Muradin Bronzebeard, why do you swear on my beard?"

The person who spoke at this moment was another crowned dwarf who looked similar to Muradin.

He now held six cards in his hands, a pair of Qs and four Ks, and the pair of A's he had played before.

He is Bronzebeard's eldest brother, the owner of the beard that Muradin just swore was his, and the third king of Ironforge (Khaz Modan).

So the dwarf who drew Muradin before was of course, Brian Bronzebeard!

He founded the Explorers' League along with Tomli Megillas, Samuel Strangehand, and Muradin.

"Who is the granddaughter you're talking about? I don't remember when you had a granddaughter!"

The eldest brother Magni was about to go over to see what was going on with the second brother Muradin? Curiosity killed the dwarf!

"You are a lonely dwarf who doesn't even have a daughter. I am really curious about who your granddaughter is?"

The third brother Brian also leaned over and wanted to see the cards of the second brother Muradin. He never played any cards, which made the dwarf very anxious!

"Oh, Brian, it's my turn, isn't it?"

"Four 2s, a bomb, who wants one?"

As the two brothers' heads came closer, talking to each other, Muradin dropped the bomb and loudly changed the subject.

I don't know! How can the people in the dream be real? I swear on Brian's beard that this must be an illusion.

My mead, the taste should be the specialty of Kul Tiras... Could it be that after I have the strong liquor, I want to drink something sweet to relieve the greasiness?

I don’t want to think about it anymore! I haven’t slept for three days. It’s rare for me to have a sweet dream, but you guys disturbed it. Hurry up and play your cards for me!

"Sorry, you hid it really well, Muradin!"

Upon hearing this, the two dwarves simultaneously glanced at the cards in their hands, threw them on the table, and shouted in unison, trying to stop Muradin from continuing to sleep.

Being with you, being outside for so many days, do you know how we got through it?

The other dwarves looked at us strangely when they passed by, and our beer was almost snatched away. Fortunately, we had great skills in hiding the fine beer, so it wasn't stolen by them.

We are tired of playing Hearthstone, we are drunk, and we can't take down towers anymore... We have fallen to playing Landlord to get by.

如果没有好酒好肉，美食佳肴，那么我们俩必定联合起来狠狠地揍你一顿，让你享受亲兄弟爱的毒打。

"If you don't want to sleep, then shuffle the cards for us."

"Hehe, I want to sleep...but my spirits are revived."

With a chuckle, Muradin grabbed the fifty-four cards on the table, stacked them up, and shuffled them slowly.

How long can he sustain this temporary boost of morale?

"I tell you, it's not that I hide it well, but that I have brains."

After piling the shuffled cards in the middle of the table, Muradin pointed to his head at his two brothers.

The biggest difference between me and you now is that I am smarter than both of you put together.

"Muradin, what did you say? You still have a brain!"

With a loud shout, Brian took the first card. The landlord won. It was not too much for the peasant to take the first card.

"You are talking nonsense because you are drunk. You led your men into Northrend without preparing enough supplies!"

"We were surrounded by the undead and trapped for so many days. We almost ran out of ammunition and food."

"If Arthas and Jaina hadn't rescued you, would you have never been able to come back?"

"Brian! If you hadn't instigated me, I wouldn't have bought the map, and this wouldn't have happened."

Being the third person to get a card in turn, and with Brian talking about the sad things in his heart, Muradin shouted in dissatisfaction and explained the reason in one sentence.

Without you, I would definitely be staying well in my position as a diplomatic ambassador and wouldn't have the time to go out.

"I didn't instigate you. You stupidly paid for it voluntarily."

"You asked me to go with you, but you agreed verbally and led your team to Dalaran that night."

"When I found out, I was packing my bags to follow you."

"Besides, before you left, you didn't even bother to ask Big Brother to help you check if there was anything wrong with the map."

Brian frowned with thick yellow eyebrows, full of doubts, and turned to look at Magni who was laughing beside him.

How could it be my fault? I don't even know who you got that map from.

When you asked me to look at the map, I thought there was no problem, but it turned out to be a trap set by the Burning Legion.

"So, Muradin."

"You are too young and naive to want to surpass me, a natural explorer."

Continuing with a taunt, Brian gave up on being the landlord and tapped the table lightly.

"Bryan, you can't say that about Muradin."

"We three brothers are destined to achieve great things."

“This is the only thing I have always believed in.”

"After all, Muradin participated in a campaign against an evil demigod and returned with glory."

Shaking his head, Magni once again rejected the landlord and became a farmer, looking at the small empty cup in front of him.

We were forced to not take action after bringing back the good stuff, so we can only unite from another aspect.

How long has it been since you took your first sip of wine?

"Well said, Magni."

“Having an excellent disciple is a great blessing in life.”

"Based on this alone, and my achievements, I am the best among the three Bronzebeard brothers."

After taking the remaining three cards on the table, Muradin's eyes lit up, and he showed his cards directly and threw away all the twenty cards in his hand.

Big and small dwarf kings, a pair of 3, two pairs of planes (three consecutive four, five, six, seven, each with one two, eight, nine, ten)

"What luck you have, Muradin."

Taking a sip of the small glass of liquor, Brian and Magni threw down the cards in their hands and decided not to play anymore.

After three consecutive defeats, no one wants to play anymore. How long will it take to continue playing?

"My monthly salary... is just that little, but there's not much money, so I only have wine."

"Magni, Brian, since you don't want to play cards, let's play chess."

After quickly changing the subject, Muradin took out a chess set from the drawer of the table.

I don't know why my luck is so good. I was losing all the time before. It seems that this is a blessing from my human granddaughter whom I have never met.

"Don't change the subject, Muradin Bronzebeard. I'll ask you again."

Magni stretched out his fan-like right hand to press down the chess box and stood up, while Brian beside him ran behind Muradin and pressed him down to prevent him from getting up.

We've been playing with you for so long, but you've kept silent. So don't blame us for being a little rough.

"My dear second brother, where is the thing you mentioned?"

"I have been awake for almost three days. I have said this many times today."

Magni gathered all the anger in his body and grew a little bigger. Together with Brian, he raised his hands to hold down Muradin who was trying to grow bigger and run away.

If a god came down to earth, who among the three of us brothers wouldn’t know how to do it?

"If you don't give us a precise answer now, I, Magni."

At this moment, Magni pointed at himself.

"He, Brian, is going to teach you a lesson today that you will never forget."

He pointed again at Brann, who was behind Muradin, as he finally stepped away from the rickety table.

"Tell me quickly, when will the materials for the artifact you mentioned when you came back three days ago arrive?"

"If you hadn't provided me with this information, I would never have allowed you to share the supreme glory of forging a divine weapon with us."

Straight to the point, Magni rubbed his blackened eyes and threw Muradin into the snow.

Everyone has frost resistance, so this temperature is not enough to kill the Hill King, let alone Muradin who has experienced countless cold battles in Northrend.

"Yeah, Muradin!"

"Do you know how painful it is for me to give up my hobby of going out for adventure just for the materials of the artifact you mentioned?"

"I also want to be a master craftsman. Do you want to find an opportunity to confuse us and become a master craftsman yourself, just like before?"

After transforming into his original size, Brian pulled out a brother of the same height who looked helpless from the snow pile and told him his worries and sorrows.

"Can you forge? Brian, I doubt it."

Pulling his brother aside, Muradin shook himself off for a moment, removing the snow from his body.

"Who said I can't do it? The skills of my three brothers are among the best among the dwarves."

Glancing at his boastful brother, Muradin shook his head and tried to continue stalling for time.

His disciple once said that the materials might be delivered to him in just... a few days? I don't think I listened carefully.

As soon as I heard about this, I carried the equipment and brought people back... I have combined the advantages of both of you and integrated all the skills of adventure and forging into one.

According to Arthas, I am proficient in everything and can handle any situation with ease.

"You, Brann Bronzebeard, have no companions like me and Magni."

"Don't you know your true skills?"

"Otherwise, why would you go out to explore?"