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www.mpzw.com) Duke Abrook closed his eyes for a long time, and then slowly spoke, "Attention, I'm going to open the portal."

He straightened his body and made an expression as if he was facing a great enemy, and then raised his staff horizontally and chanted a word in his mouth...... A point of light appeared in front of him, swirling and spreading vertically, gradually turning into a mottled curtain of light - once you crossed it, you could teleport to your destination.

"I'm going to stay here to guard against werewolves and ogres. Althea, take Loria to King Magni. The old duke looked very weak, as if he could not even hold the staff in his hand.

"Oh, good father, I'll ask the dwarven king for help. Althea nodded, and strode into the portal.

Loria grabbed Anne by the back and dragged her back, who wanted to follow.

Ignoring Anne's incomprehension, Loria, who was on her own, stared at Duke Abrook with her big eyes.

"Cut, just as tough as your mother. With a casual wave of his hand, another curtain of light appeared, and he walked into the new portal first.

"Tsk, I knew that. Watching the old duke's figure disappear to the side of the light curtain, Loria explained to the bewildered Anne, "The first eighty percent is to Theramore. (Note: Gianna's territory is on another continent.) ）

Annie: "......"

Althea in Darnassus and a group of Night Elves staring at each other********************

The power of the arcane is mysterious and powerful, and no matter where you are, you can cross thousands of mountains and rivers in just one step.

In the secret hall of the Iron Forge, the three lolis who experienced the convenience of the arcane for the first time were amazed. They turned around and looked around, but they didn't see the shadow of the portal, as if they were already there.

"Whenever you are in trouble, you can write to me. Duke Abollock's voice came, and before Loria could find the mischievous old man in the bustling hall, he somehow left.

Listen to this kind of polite words, Loria thought that Duke Abrook was a friend of her dead grandfather, and she was very satisfied to be so friendly.

"Okay, let's go meet Magni and get my friend to help us get home. Loria pulled Anne up and said as she walked.

Freed from the wonders of magic, the little maid Utkilar trotted after her.

……

The King's Hall is located in the inner ring of Ironforge, just a short distance south of the Melting Pot. After handing over Duke Abollock's letter of introduction to the guards, Loria walked alone into the massive rotunda.

Stone braziers lined up the walls illuminate the hall, layering the huge reliefs that cover the walls. Whether kings or visitors, the reliefs of these ancient dwarven heroes watch everyone in the hall under the interplay of light and shadow.

In the dry, hot air, in front of each brazier stood a dwarven warrior in jet-black armor, as expressionless and motionless as a statue.

Magni Brass sat on the throne, his orange beard in two thick bundles leaning against his heavy black and red plate armor that hung down to his knees. His countenance is a good illustration of his profession as a warrior, and it was this king who was always a staunch supporter of the alliance and led his people to victory in two great wars.

Magni put down the letter in his hand, looked at Loria for a moment, beckoned, "Stand closer, kid." ”

Hearing this, Loria obediently walked to a position five meters away from the dwarf king, pulled her skirt and curtsy and said, "Hello, Your Majesty the King." ”

"Ebollock's letter says you're a troublemaker, and he's lying again. Magni smiled and said, "Don't be too inhibited, your grandfather and I are comrades who fought together." ”

What should be pretended to be pretended, and what should be said should be polite.

The dwarven king Magni, the night elf high priest Tyrande, the former commander of the Alliance army, Sir Lothar, and the dead ash bringer Mograine, these old men who were active before the First World War have risen to the status of the Alliance living or dead, the archmage Gianna, the general Tulayan, and the unlucky king of the Stormwind Kingdom are the backbone heroes in their prime, and as for Loria, she is probably on the same level as the unlucky prince of Stormwind City, known as the Star of Hope.

Loria, with her head bowed, reminded herself repeatedly in her heart - Miss Hopestar, give up the plan to ask the living legend about the inside story of his daughter's elopement with the Black Iron Dwarf!

Magni looked at Loria, who was silent, and sighed, the joy she had felt at the arrival of her old friend's descendant was diluted—the child was not her grandfather, after all—and the old dwarven king was nostalgic for the old days.

"Let me give you a gift, child. Magni stepped down from his throne and motioned for Loria to follow, and at the back of the hall was his interest, a fully equipped blacksmith's workshop.

"I don't have any exotic materials on hand, but I'm fairly confident in my forging skills. ”

Recognized for his unrivalled blacksmithing, Magni modestly said he was the only blacksmith alive who could craft an artifact.

"What do you like?" asked Magni, to whom he saw Loria as an introvert, and he added with a point, "Staffs, jewelry, you're welcome, just say it." ”

The introverted Loria really squirmed, and she blushed and hesitated again before whispering, "Mace...... of both hands. ”

"......" When did the girl of the human race fall in love with this ogre's favorite weapon?

"I also want a bow for my good friend, ah, she's a girl too, so please be softer...... If you can, I would like to have a two-handed hammer, it would be nice to be able to engrave your name, and I would like to give it to my uncle. ”

"......" just felt that her introverted self was really dizzy.

Although he wanted Magni to build an entire arsenal of weapons, Loria, who was still able to stay awake in the face of greed, stopped and gave away two handfuls for herself, which was probably the limit of keeping the dwarf king from disgusting her.

The forge chamber connected to the melting pot was so hot that Loria, who couldn't stand it as a human being, retreated and waited quietly outside.

The clanging sound kept ringing, and Loria flipped out the latest League Entertainment Weekly and read it.

In addition to the gossip of famous people, food and entertainment recommendations in various places, and where handsome guys and beauties were found, a piece of news caught Loria's attention:

Not long ago, the tribal adventurers formed a group to attack the main city of Darnassus, the night elves, and they probably organized tens of thousands of people to set out from Orgrimmar, and lost more than a thousand people when they entered the Ashen Valley.

After receiving the news, the alliance adventurers scattered into the gray valley to snipe the tribal adventurer army, although they did not cause much damage, but successfully lured away nearly a thousand tribal adventurers to guard the corpse.

Later, some tribal adventurers went on quests, some entered the Felwood Forest out of curiosity, and some got lost in the vast forests of Ashendale while hunting game.

After bypassing all the Night Elf strongholds, towns, and villages, the spontaneous expeditionary party of tribal adventurers managed to enter the Black Coast, with about half the number of people they had set out with.

However, their good fortune seems to have come to an end. Right on the border between Ashenvale and the Black Sea, they were flanked by the Night Elf Sentinels.

"Their mounts—those Nightblade Leopards bite! it's not fair!" said one of the adventurers who had finally returned to Orgrimmar after fifteen days of dragging the corpse to the tribe's local newspaper. 1

Later, the wealthier adventurers with mounts sacrificed their companions on foot to break through, and about 500 of these local tyrants escaped the pursuit.

After that, they assaulted Auberdine and managed to snatch a boat from the Night Elf Sentinels!

As the alliance continues to denounce Auberdine's porous defenses, it should be noted that the fewer adventurers there are, the stronger they are, and the real threat comes from teams of forty people who work together.

In the end, more than 100 adventurers boarded the ship.

"While it's impossible for a hundred or so people to break through the defenses of the Night Elf capital, it would be a great shame for us if those damned tribes managed to set foot on the World Tree (the Night Elf capital sits on the second World Tree, author's note). Said a sentinel commander who asked not to be named.

Thankfully, the Horde didn't make it to the Second World Tree in the end, dear reader, can you guess why?

It's not that the ship was sunk by the Night Elf Navy, it's that they accidentally won't sail.