The edges of her floor-to-ceiling dress swept over the mirror, and Loria spun around in front of it, curling her hair and adding a silky blouse to make herself look as dignified as possible.

"Your Highness, do you want a ribbon?" asked Kana, who was helping her tighten the strap behind her back.

Loria glanced at the ribbon placed in the basket beside her, an ornament that the tailor had just made, with four badges pinned to it, representing the capture of Hearthvale, Stratholme, and the defeat of the two Scourge leaders.

"Nope. She shook her head and lowered her head to straighten her cuffs, "Old Magni has been sitting on the throne for hundreds of years, and he may not even be able to count the wars he has won, so let's keep a low profile." ”

There was laughter outside the door, and it was Shalia and Vengenia who had returned, and Loria couldn't understand why the two women who could only order milk were so keen on the dwarven tavern...... Let them go.

"Do you need to decorate a ceremonial staff? Carry it behind you, and the martial dwarves will make a good impression of you. ”

"Hmm...... Give me a saber. ”

The entire inn was rented by her and her men, and it wasn't long before Kana brought in Doru, who gave her sword directly to Loria.

Fortunately, he prefers to use a one-handed sword.

Loria tied her sword to the left side of her waist and nodded with satisfaction as she stared at herself in the mirror, her overly ornate costume embellished with the old sword, bringing out a sense of majesty like a mystery, as if she had just left the front line in the plague lands in such a gorgeous and elegant way to kill the dead.

In fact, she was so embarrassed that she was able to stand up on her own without help until half a month ago...... The half of her body, which represented the light and strength, was beaten to ashes, and it hurt her a lot.

"Miss, will the king of the dwarves consult you?" asked Doru worriedly, "except for the first time, the next half of the month's requests were ignored. ”

"Magni met with me. Loria smiled softly, "Because he's old." ”

Doru squinted his eyes and didn't speak, he had gone to apply to meet the dwarven king before, and he didn't believe that Loria would change anything if she walked to the big boiler herself.

Her whimsical strategy worked, and when the Scourge sent Assassins to kill her, she uncharacteristically swung north and attacked Stratholme while Naxxramas's Scourge was being held back by the Alliance and the Horde - the town of northern Lordaeron was liberated, and the city's undead became the backdrop for her dramatic trial, along with the fallen Crusaders.

Renaud Mograini was impartially convicted in a trial attended by many warriors, including patricide, betrayal, mass murder, and violation of the Crusaders' creed, and was exiled by his niece under a motley set of legal provisions...... Doru complained about this, although the despicable and shameless Renault could no longer be accepted by secular society, and was driven into the wilderness of the Plaguelands without even a weapon, he always felt that the punishment for such a bastard who committed a heinous crime should be more cruel and hateful.

But he could also understand his eldest lady's decision, Loria Mograini was no longer an adventurer with a dozen people in petty fights, she didn't care that others put the label of weakness and insidiousness on her, but she would never allow her reputation for cruelty to spread.

It was not for nothing to occupy Stratholm, for example, today's disaster did not need to bypass the defense lines of the Alliance and the Horde to attack the Scarlet Crusaders, in just one month, their war reserves were on the verge of being depleted, a large number of artillery used to defend the city had already been scrapped due to cracked barrels, and there were not many shells available for the remaining half, and the armor and weapons of the warriors had long been unusable, if it were not for Alice, who had the same great power as Mystery, poked on the city gate, a large number of casualties would have been inevitable.

It is precisely because of their weakness that the eldest lady has to grovel to seek the help of the dwarves...... Thinking about it, Doru actually shed tears, he quickly wiped his blood-red eyes with his hand, he felt that he couldn't stay here anymore, even if it was insignificant, he just wanted to run to the plague land at the moment and cut down a few more undead.

"Don't look back, Kana, it's embarrassing. Loria pouted, "Actually, the Silver Dawn has been blocking the sword for us, and I guess the Duke of Tyran is aware of it." ”

"No wonder he always has a black face and looks insulted. ”

"Well, that's love from Baba, he can't refuse. ”

"What you can't refuse is your order......"

"Hmph, I didn't order him to stay in Stratholme. ”

Kana stopped talking, what soldier in her right mind would leave the station without an order, and soon, the scorching air upset her, and through the alley, the huge furnace of Ironforge appeared before her, as if the forging tools used by the legendary giants were constantly flowing with bright yellow magma...... She couldn't understand the dwarven aesthetic, and she was terrified of the horrible lava that seemed to burn a large expanse of vampires with ease.

The palace of the King of Ironforge is nothing compared to the human ones, it sits on one side of the melting potion, with shops selling strange potions on one side and houses on the other, and this simple, rigid and overly friendly style is difficult to understand.

Her princess must live in a large and luxurious palace, and even the garden for pets should be larger than the whole ironforge castle, which is the dignity of a king, and at the very least, he must be shrunk in a tall and majestic castle like the Wryon family.

Little did she know that Loria was planning to move to the second floor of a modest chapel somewhere.

The dwarven guards, wrapped in heavy black plate armor, motioned indifferently for them to stop.

"Do you mean to give money?" asked Kana in a whisper.

Loria rolled her eyes at her, then stood quietly to the side, staring at the melting pot in a daze.

Within a few minutes, the guards waved their hands to let them in.

A few years ago, the guards hadn't looked so cold, and Loria thought to herself that Magni was indeed too old.

Through a simple but grim chapel, Loria meets Magni Copperbeard, seated on a throne.

The gray beard took up most of the dwarven king's face, he looked drunk, with a few empty bottles at hand, and he was drinking alone again during the day.

"Dear Maginie Magine, we meet again. When Magni's gaze turned to her, Loria immediately withdrew her searching eyes and walked to the throne with an impeccable smile.

"We don't know each other that well...... Okay, okay. The old king reluctantly got up and embraced Loria, and then immediately slipped back into his throne.