Tirio Ferdin, holding his hammer aloft, declared the damned traitor guilty, and at that moment the light pierced through the unclean fog and lit up the entire square. ”

"Really?"

"Who knows, his cousin has just returned from the front line, maybe it's true. ”

"But I've heard that they're using some lighting effects. ”

"Huh? Who still takes those things with them when they go to war? An explorer told me that they had a pre-battle trial immediately after they broke into Stratholme, and although it was unreasonable, it was really touching to think about...... The corpses of the Scourge were scattered across the square, and groups of warriors from all over the world had just finished the battle, and their swords were still stained with the blood of the undead, and they gathered together to participate in this righteous judgment...... Tsk, I really regret not being able to see it with my own eyes. ”

Loud laughter and spicy ridicule immediately drowned out the voice.

"If they hadn't taken out Stratholme, I would have gone on an adventure there!" the dwarf in the cotton hat roared, "This wine tastes strange, sweet and unpleasant...... Bring me another bottle!"

"No! Today's Nord honey is sold out, come and have some Thunder Beer to wake up the bar. ”

"Poof, it turns out that beer is used by dwarves to decant wine. She whispered, taking another sip of the milk in front of her, "What do you think, Wen Jieya?"

"Ah...... I don't know, after all, I've never been to the Eastern Plaguelands. Venjenia came back from the Hearthstone game at the table next to her, staring at the table, and after a while, she took out her handkerchief and wiped the table again.

"So Stratholme is now controlled by us?"

"No...... Probably not, I don't think the Scarlet Crusades are part of the Alliance. ”

"Humanity is really a problem, Stormwind Kingdom, Theramore, Dalaran, Silver Dawn, what crusaders, what Brad, what so much to do, not united at all. ”

A dwarf muttered in a low voice, "Don't dwarves also divide brass, brute hammer and black iron......

"What are you talking about! Don't confuse us with those guys!"

The gnome was soon besieged by a large group of drunkards and fled.

"This round, to our great king, His Majesty Magni!"

"This is the eighth time they have honored the king...... Oh my God, am I going to stay with these drunkards...... Why does expatriate work always come to my head? ”

"Don't complain, Venjenia, you're better than those who were thrown into the snowy mountains. ”

"Tell me, where is it better than the snowy mountains? At least the snow is piled up neatly together, and people feel comfortable looking at it. ”

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. She lifted the milk and slammed the table to her feet, "My dear dwarven friends, this round I please, to the liberators of Stratholme, to Her Royal Highness Princess Loria!"

"Hey...... Keep it low-key! We still have ......."

"Who cares?" she said, placing the empty milk cup on the table, pointing to the cheering dwarves around her, "they don't care who Loria is, they just need an excuse to drink." ”

At the table next to him, the dwarf who took the lead held a card of a leper dwarf and insisted that he was Duke Berval.

Venjenia was silent, at least, here, working on an expatriate at Ironforge wouldn't be so tiring, would it?

……

Revenge for her father and grandfather, no one could find fault with it, and she might have really wanted revenge, but this kind of show-like behavior really led to speculation that she had other motives—her army burst into Stratholme on the front foot, and started a public trial on the back foot, and she also gathered the generals of the Alliance and the leader of Silver Dawn, both of whom happened to be former Silver Hand Paladins, and no one was better suited than them.

As for the death of Alexander Mograini Sr., Magni still cannot imagine how painful his final moments must have been...... Betrayed by his own son.

The old dwarf sighed, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for Moira to stab herself in the back, even though it was very likely to happen.

Unlike all the exaggerated and one-sided information in the tavern, he received a full and comprehensive report from the dwarven warriors present...... Renaud Mograini was at first trying to quibble, and after Loria Mograini showed part of her father's diary, the father-killing bastard broke down completely.

Reckoning would come one day, Magni muttered, as if he had been doomed from the moment he forged the artifact Ember Messenger for Alexander.

Magni thought with some superstition that this might be the Titan's punishment for daring to transgress the realm of mortals as a mortal - it didn't make sense, and the Creator should be glad for his superb memory.

The Scarlet Crusaders didn't look like the Scarlet Crusaders anymore, this was his headache, the Crusaders were by no means friends of the Alliance, but what had happened recently made it difficult for him to refuse the excessive demands of Mograine's little things.

How did you find him?

Not enough of what he's worried about?

Even Gerbin, who had been buried in the laboratory all day, had become her lobbyist, and how did that hateful little thing convince him?

"Since you can't import supplies from the Scarlet Crusaders, you can always import goods from Stannbride, a member of the Alliance. ’

That's true, but Stann Brad has long since turned to ashes.

'I don't think you will deny me my status as the rightful and rightful heir to the royal family of Steinbled, and since I'm not dead, then of course Steinbrad still exists. ’

That's true, but you're now the leader of the Scarlet Crusade, and it's going to be hard for me to do that.

'The master craftsman Mercatok agrees with me, and as for the High Priestess Lord Tyrande, I don't think she cares at all what the dwarves drink...... Stormwind's words, the honorable Duke Berval Vertagen...... Poof......'

Hey, what are you laughing at, it's rude to Bolval!

'I can't figure out any reason why you refuse to import my wine and food, Ironforge needs them, and Stormwind's output is at its limit, and I've heard that the Wild West hasn't been stable......

Magni took a sip of the wine sent by Loria, sweet and strangely unpleasant, but there was something indescribable about this exotic taste that made people want to taste it again.

The Board of Trade also felt that it was feasible to do business with Steinbrad, and anyway, the number of caravans willing to venture to the plague lands would not be very large, and food could not be extravagant, but it could buy wine, and imported wine could save a lot of food.

No way, for the dwarves of Ironforge, there is no such thing as a ban on alcohol.

But once this opening is opened, I am afraid that it will be difficult to prevent the weapons and technology of Ironforge from flowing into the hands of Lolia Mograini with ulterior motives.