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The inside and outside of Ironforge were completely two worlds, and Alleria knew this very well. When the female elf saw its internal structure, she was completely stunned. It was completely opposite to the crowded and shabby environment in her imagination.

The interior of Ironforge is extremely spacious, and the ground and surrounding stone walls are polished smooth, and the dark purple surface exudes comfortable heat. More importantly, the place is very lively, no less than Lordaeron.

"I have never seen such a city, a civilization nurtured in the mountains." Alleria exclaimed in her native language, looking around completely unlike her usual calmness. "That melting pot

, I believe it can forge any weapon. No wonder the dwarves are called master forges."

Nathanos, who was walking in front of her, looked back at the female elf and smiled. "This also explains why the tribe cannot conquer this city. They would not have thought that the scale here is no less than a kingdom."

"Follow closely." Carlisle reminded after hearing the whispers between humans and elves. They were about to see the king of the dwarves. After passing through the short passage, the number of citizens decreased and the number of guards increased, which meant that they

They were almost there. Carlisle brought them to a dwarf, a stronger and experienced dwarf who was Carlisle's superior. After Carlisle reported to him in a low voice, the dwarf turned his attention to Nathanos.

"It's a great honor." The dwarf said, "I am Muradin Bronzebeard, brother of Magni. Welcome you." His thick beard matches his last name very well, and the battle ax has also experienced many battles.

"Nathanos Marris, messenger of the Alliance." Nathanos introduced himself and handed over a hand. Muradin's handshake was as strong as he expected. "Nice to meet you,

I have something very important that I need to talk to King Magni."

"Oh, that's right." Muradin agreed, and he frowned. "The Alliance? I remember I received news from the Alliance before, from Lordaeron?"

After hearing this, Nathanos looked back at Alleria. The female elf nodded to him and told him that the Alliance had indeed tried to contact Ironforge before.

"Yes." Nathanos replied in confusion, but he didn't know whether it was King Terenas or Lothar who sent them the message. But the alliance certainly did not leave behind an ally. "That should have been a long time ago.

It’s something.”

"Yes, that was many months ago," said another dwarf, stepping forward so he could join in the conversation. His face was not as sharp as Muradin's, but he had similar features,

And the same beard.

"My brother, Brian." Muradin explained.

"Brian?" Nathanos' eyes showed surprise. "That famous explorer, your name is well known to me."

Brian glanced at Muradin proudly. Although he was not good at boxing, his reputation was obviously much higher than that of his brother. "Thank you for your compliment, kid. I will tell you more about my adventures when I have time."

matter."

Muradin coughed and returned to the topic. "Let's stop chatting here. Come with me, and we will go to the council chamber together. My brother has been waiting for a long time."

five minutes later

Nathanos finally met the king of the Bronzebeard dwarves. He did not have gorgeous clothes. He revealed more characteristics. Humans found that these three brothers all have their own differences. Brian is an explorer.

And the archaeologist, Muradin is a powerful warrior, and Magni, Nathanos sees the shadow of Goodall in him. The blacksmith! Yes, he is a master forger! This can be seen from his thick palms.

It's reflected.

After some detailed explanation

"Are you chasing the remnants of the tribe, those guys you call orcs?" Magni asked, with an uncontrollable smile on his face. This was the happiest thing he had heard in months.

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"Yes, the Alliance has killed many orcs at sea and in the north. Now we want to completely eliminate them and end the war."

Magni looked at his two brothers and nodded to each other. "We will join the Alliance." He announced. "Our people need to fight to regain our rule over this mountainous area and take back our land.

And make sure there are no remnants of orcs in Khaz Modan." He grinned. "And we will bring some elites and join your alliance to ensure that the orcs can no longer trouble us."

"We welcome your help," Nathanos replied honestly. He was a little surprised that everything went so smoothly, and the words he prepared along the way were of no use. Nathanos was often impressed by the endurance and tenacity of the dwarves.

Surprise. If the Bronzebeard Dwarves are as good at fighting as their Wildhammer cousins, their addition must be very valuable.

"Very good, we will send some people to inform various troops and prepare supplies." Muradin raised his battle ax and looked around. "Which way did the orcs go?"

"They are advancing towards Blackstone Tower." At some point, Kurdran arrived here. Two Bronzebeard dwarves led him. The three Bronzebeard brothers knew him, but they were equally surprised as to why he could come in.

"While I was flying in the sky, I saved the two Bronzebeards below who were being chased by orcs." Kurdran explained. "They brought me in." He jumped down from the gryphon. Carlisle next to him subconsciously left.

He took a few steps away.

"Blackrock Spire? Are you sure?" Muradin asked. The Wildhammer and the Bronzebeard clan did not get along well. But this is not entirely correct. They are like brothers who like to quarrel.

"Of course, I'm sure!" Kurdran said sternly, and Skare issued a gentle warning beside him. "And the orcs besieging Ironforge don't seem to have any intention of supporting them, and of course they have no intention of attacking here either.

.I saw them setting up defensive measures." Then he showed a sly expression on his face, "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself." Bryan stood next to Muradin, his face turned pale, and he did this to Kurdran

With a grimace, Bronzebeard dwarves tend to go underground.

"Black Stone Tower!" Magni fell into deep thought. It was a place he didn't want to mention. "The fortress on the top of the mountain is a solid place." He admitted. "The terrain is very good, the walls are solid, and

It can defend well against attacks from the bottom of the mountain, and can easily control the roads in and out of the mountain."

"Yes, and it is cursed." Muradin added, "Indeed," the dwarf continued as the others looked at him, and Nathanos saw Brann and Kurdran

They all nodded in agreement. "Our Dark Iron cousin..." He paused, as if he was disgusted with this name. "Built this fortress, but there are still some terrible things hidden under the dark ground." He and the other dwarves

They all started shaking.

"If there is anything left there, it will not hinder these orcs," Nathanos pointed out: "They will take it, and taking it will become very difficult."

"But we will succeed." Alleria said in human language, hoping that the dwarves could understand her. "We have the ability and the large number of troops to defeat them."

Nathanos smiled at her. "Yes, we will succeed," he agreed. "It will be a challenge, but it will be worth the risk."

Magni nodded, he had made up his mind. "Muradin." His brother was facing him. "Two days, defeat the group of orcs outside in two days! Use our most advanced weapons."

"No problem, Magni." Muradin assured, turning around to prepare.

Nathanos and his party were arranged to rest. Alleria originally wanted to talk to him, but Goodell took him away first. The female elf could only wait, and then she saw the human

The weapon left in the corner of the room was an exquisite long bow, which she had not noticed before.

"Lorngoru? That weapon known as the Heart-Splitting Bow? I remember that it has been kept by Shiva. When did it get into the hands of Nathanos?" Alleria thought to herself, she had heard before

After Nathanos's bow and arrows were damaged, she always wanted to give him a new one, but someone helped her complete the task. This made her a little... unhappy.

"What do you have for me?" Nathanos followed Goodall, and the dwarf told him to give him a weapon.

"A two-handed sword, I hope you will like it." Goodell came to a forging bench, on which stood a dazzling white long sword. The two ends of the sword were as sharp and angular as the teeth of a beast.

"What is this?" Nathanos fell in love with this weapon at first sight. Goodell also smiled with satisfaction. "It's called Night Blade. Pick it up and give it a try."

Nathanos nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and found that it was not as heavy as he thought. "Very good, very light. I believe this does not affect its toughness and sharpness."

"You have a good sense." Goodell smiled, "I believe you will be able to use it soon."

black rock mountain

"Humanity is here!"

Doomhammer suddenly raised his head from his meditation. The fear in Sarbek's voice made him angry. When did his warriors become so cowardly?

"I know they're coming!" He stood on the mountain and watched everything, overlooking the gravel plain. From here he could see the remaining tribesmen scattered below. The last time he looked here, his warriors

It covered the entire plain without any gaps, and now between the black rocks, there were only patches of green and brown. He could even identify people from different clans gathering together sparsely. His tribe was now

became very weak.

"What should we do?" Salbek asked behind him. "We don't have enough people. We don't have any more people."

Doomhammer glared at his deputy, and his anger made him shrink back. Indeed, their numbers were very small now, and his troops no longer had the numbers to sweep the world, but in the name of their ancestors! They are orcs!

"What should we do?" He hissed at his adjutant, then pulled out the war hammer from behind and roared: "Only fight!"

He turned around and left the trembling Sarbek behind, and Doomhammer walked up to the heights of the rock. "Fighters of the tribe! Listen to me!" He shouted loudly, raising the hammer high, and some people turned to look at it.

He, but some people did not, slammed his weapon against the cliff, and the violent reverberation immediately made everyone focus on him.

"Listen to me!" he cried again, "I know we are suffering defeats and rout, and our numbers are greatly reduced! I know Gul'dan's betrayal has cost us heavy losses! But you must remember! We are still

Orcs! We are still a tribe! Our footsteps will make the world tremble! The soldiers below sent out cheers of encouragement, but they sounded so messy and thin.

"Humans chased us here." He continued, spitting out every word, and this was the truth. "But they thought we were defeated! They thought we were just hanging on here, but they were wrong!

"He raised his war hammer again. "We are here because this is our base camp, and all our strength is concentrated here! We can rush out again and put this continent under our feet! So

When we return here, we can defeat them again and make them tremble in our name again!" At this time, the cheers became louder, Doomhammer let them pass by, and his warriors stood up and shouted
Chapter completed!