The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Muradin, what do you want from us?!"

A dwarf with a big red beard, with a puzzled look on his face, asked a question to the dwarf brothers in armor in front of him on behalf of the dwarves behind him.

"Falstad, we don't have much time!"

Seeing his brothers and sisters gathered together, Muradin still had doubts in his heart and couldn't help but think of his disciples.

He gathered all the people he had summoned before him, and there was no dwarf or midget or anything else behind him.

In this case, the most appropriate one seems to be...

"Representative of Bronzebeard, what are you doing flipping through your diary?"

"Could it be that you summoned us here just to host a game..."

Falstad took the beer almost instinctively, and raised the oak cup Muradin gave him. He began to...

After drinking a little, he looked at the boxes of free beer in front of him and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Muradin Bronzebeard, the undisputed Bronzebeard dwarf of Khaz Modan and one of the rightful heirs to Ironforge.

If it weren't for some special reasons, after Moira, the Queen Mother of the Dark Iron Dwarves, belonged to the Dark Iron Dwarves.

He is undoubtedly the new king of Khaz Modan after Magni became a diamond immovable dwarf.

Because whether in terms of reputation, skills, or the hearts of the people of Ironforge, he is a kind and friendly dwarf prince.

Now that the "game" has begun, Khaz Modan may be about to usher in...

"Brothers and sisters, I just received the revelation from the Titans and the Holy Light."

Raising a glass of beer, Muradin said, "Before that, maybe we should have a drink to calm our nerves."

Soon, each dwarf, as well as the gnome passing by, got their share of beer.

At the Great Forge in Ironforge, it seemed to most of them that Muradin wanted to throw a party.

Without Magni and Moira, and with the opposition of Falstad next to him, Muradin can be said to be the boss here!

What they wanted was, Muradin mainly wanted to vent his complaints under the influence of alcohol.

Because today, his eldest brother Magni, third brother Brian, niece Moira and great-nephew Dagran II all went to Dalaran.

It is really a sad thing that he is the only one missing from the Bronzebeard lineage of his generation and the next two generations who is the King of the Hill.

Kaziaga, a new discovery, he, the explorer and prince... needs someone to stay behind.

For example, now, Falstad Wildhammer had a serious expression on his face. He took off the warhammer from his waist and fell into some hesitation.

Regardless of him, they all understood Muradin and were more than willing to share party ale with the Bronzebeard representative.

Wine, for those of them living in Ironforge...

"Ah~ beer, and hops."

After gulping down a glass, Muradin wiped his mouth and said, "A glass of wine, I want you to listen to something."

"Just now, I received a revelation, a revelation given to me by the Titans and the Holy Light."

Looking carefully at his brothers and sisters in front of him, Muradin's tone became serious: "Our friends are in danger."

"Kazi'aga is a sweet trap, just like this delicious ale."

Raising the empty wooden cup, Muradin said: "The Shadow Void is watching us, we must save Magni!"

"Of course, my fellow Dark Iron dwarves, we also have to rescue Moira and my grandson Dagran Thaurissan II!"

"Muradin, why is the Shadow Void spying on us?"

Picking up his hammer again, Falstad said, "Those old gods are dead."

"And the pioneer of the void is being hunted down by the void elves and other righteous people."

"Khazi'aga was in flames and war, and that's why Magni and Moira and the others went to Dalaran."

By now, Falstad had realized that there was no such thing as a coup.

After hearing what Muradin said, he had a new guess, a guess about "revelation".

Maybe he has been trapped in Ironforge for too long, and Muradin wants a legitimate reason to go to Kazi'agar...

"No, Falstad Wildhammer."

Walking up to his brother, Muradin looked at Falstad and said, "The Shadow Void has always coveted Azeroth."

"Whether in the past, present or future, we must not let our guard down."

With his hands raised high, Muradin released crackling thunder and said, "Xal'atath, her plot will never succeed!"

"We are dwarves...we are brave dwarves, we are smart dwarves!"

"Hahaha! Muradin, do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

A pink-haired male dwarf laughed heartily, but he appreciated Muradin's words and gave him a thumbs up.

If it weren't for the power of the thunder, perhaps more people would speak out...

"Don't laugh, I'm talking about business, my friends!"

A low, thunderous sound resounded throughout the Great Forge, causing even the boiling magma beneath Ironforge to tremble.

Flames appeared on his hands, and Muradin said, "Look, I learned fire magic!"

"I'm not crazy, stop your ridiculous thoughts, I really got enlightenment!"

In a place where no one could see, two small wizard scrolls with ghostly drawings on them slowly disappeared behind Muradin.

"Xal'atath, she not only took over the body of a poor elf, but also replaced my former friend."

"Archmage Drendon, the reputation of my dear friend cannot be slandered!"

Muradin whistled suddenly and said, "My friends in Dalaran are in danger. This is the revelation given to me by the Titans and the Holy Light."

As he said this, Falstad and the others were somewhat surprised that Muradin was not afraid of the scorching flames.

Because even a dwarf wizard would not dare to set his hands on fire without any precautions, and he would not be able to escape unharmed even if the flames burned his beard.

At this moment, they couldn't help but have a little trust in what Muradin had revealed.

Muradin is normal, so what he said... a white griffin flew over.

"Muradin, Muradin Bronzebeard, this is the Great Forge!"

Riding on the griffin, Muradin looked down at Falstad and said, "Brother Wildhammer, I know."

"If you know that, why don't you take us to find Grace Thurden?"

Scratching his head blankly, Muradin said, "No, brother, what do you mean?"

"Grace Thurden, what do you think?"

"Ahem, Muradin, I don't know what to say to you."

Shaking the empty wine glass in his hand, the griffin manager Grace was speechless.

Falstad's meaning is actually very clear. You already know fire magic, but you still come to find the Griffin Rider.

It’s not that the dwarves and gnomes present don’t have griffins, but this is the Great Forge, Ironforge!

Why don't we go to the Mystic District and ask a mage to open a portal to Dalaran? !

Why are you riding a griffin? When ordinary people like us go to major cities, we...Dwarf Prince, representative of the Three Hammers, do you want to report?

Feeling the gazes of Grace and the others, Falstad said, "Muradin, I'm not saying anything bad about you."

"If you hadn't received the revelation from the Titans and the Holy Light, we would have sent you to the arcane area to see the mages."

"Have you been besieged by some evil being, or have you been secretly cast under some evil spell..."

"What evil? I, Muradin Bronzebeard, fight against evil!"

Hearing the word evil, Muradin said this subconsciously.

What is evil? He has been fighting for so many days and even did justice missions for almost two weeks in a row!

Hearing Muradin's thunderous battle sounds, Falstad and others fell silent for a while.

He (Falstad) has put it so tactfully. He asked you, Muradin, to go to the arcane district to find a mage... Don’t we have someone who is a mage?

Thinking of this, Falstad shouted to the person behind him: "Belstaver, where are you?!"

The next moment, a black-haired dwarf with a long and thick beard on his upper lip, holding a staff, squeezed out from the crowd.

Mage, portal. Let the mage open a portal to Dalaran in the Broken Isles. It's so easy.

He, Belstaff Stormeye, is one of the Ironforge mages who specializes in portals!

"Falstad, I'm here!"

"Belstaff Stormeye, by the Titans and the Holy Light, thank you for coming!"

Seeing the portal trainer from the arcane area, Muradin reacted immediately and spoke before Falstad could.

I don’t know whether what’s written in this diary is good or bad, but…wait, are they actually willing to go with me?

For a moment, when the others saw Muradin, his expression changed drastically.

Sometimes good, sometimes bad, like joy, sometimes sorrow, looking at their eyes, extinguished the flame in his hands.

In response, Falstad said, "Muradin, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't tell us you're here to make fun of us... Although we like to watch jokes, we like to host parties even more."

"Brother, we know that Magni, Moira, and that Brian are gone, and you are very sad."

Facing the eyes of some people who were expecting brothers and sisters, Falstad tried to persuade Muradin kindly.

Not far away, the unknown Belstaff began his work, holding a staff and began to draw arcane runes out of thin air.

"Believe me, it's not impossible even if I stay alone in Ironforge."

"The Council of Three Hammers requires my presence, but the Horde won't be casual right now... Perhaps I can ride a gryphon with you to Dalaran."

After hearing Falstad's true thoughts, some of the dwarves and gnomes behind him became a little dissatisfied.

If you leave, won't it mean that we need to send more people to stay behind? Then won't we...

"Time is of the essence, my friends, brothers and sisters!"

Muradin used a few more scrolls behind him, condensed a ball of holy light and said: "Everyone present, follow me!"

"I will take responsibility if anything goes wrong, please rest assured..."

"Muradin, Falstad, the space of Dalaran has rejected me... No."

After failing to open the portal to Dalaran, Belstaff suddenly scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Dalaran has left the Broken Isles."

"We may need to wait for some time to give Dalaran time to rebuild..."

"What, Dalaran went to Kazi'aga so soon?!"

After receiving this reply, Muradin's eyes flashed with holy light, and his thunderous voice resounded through the Great Forge again.

Knowing that something was going to happen, Muradin said quickly: "No, we have to ride now... We have to find a way to get to Kazi'aga!"

"Wait, Muradin."

Falstad stepped forward and held down the impatient dwarf, saying, "They have been in Dalaran for a few days."

"It's normal to go to Kazi'aga today, but we have to trust Dalaran..."

"What Dalaran? They've been infiltrated again, by the Herald of the Void!"

Feeling something was wrong, Muradin shouted, "Falstad, we must go save them!"