Dammod Fortress, a slightly larger barracks, the half-hidden wooden door suddenly opened, and the "creak" in the silence of the night was particularly harsh. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A middle-aged man with a brown beard, bald forehead and the top of his head, wearing a silver-white standard plate armor, a red Riptide Fort robe, and a huge two-handed sword at his waist, stepped out of the barracks steadily, stayed at the door, looked up at the blue and white twin moons at the ends of the sky in the night sky, the worry in his heart was deeper, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Prince Danas?" A surprised cry came from the middle-aged man's side, and at the same time, the middle-aged man's identity was also named-he was none other than the militia leader of the Stormgard Kingdom, the commander of the garrison at Fort Rapids at the northern end of the Sador Bridge, and the eldest prince of the Torbain family of the Stormgard Kingdom.

"Muradin?, what are you ...... Are you alright?" Danas Thorbain turned his head and stood at the door of the barracks next to him, dressed as neatly as himself, none other than Muradin's Copperbeard, the younger brother of the King of the Dwarven Kingdom of Ironforge.

In the previous duel with the orc warrior, Muradin, who was unconscious due to loss of strength, has been in a state of deep sleep since he was rescued by two of the prince's guards of the Alsace prince back to the fortress of Danmod, just before nightfall, Danas also personally went to Muladin's room to check on his condition, at that time he was still sleeping positively, snoring loudly, I didn't expect to get up now.

"Hehe, I'm fine. We dwarves are born strong and strong, so it's good to get some sleep. Muradin scratched the back of his head and said innocently, his huge rosacea and the long beard on his chin trembling.

"It's okay. Danas nodded, and suddenly didn't know what to say, but walked to Muradin's side and patted him on the shoulder hard, the iron gauntlet on his hand and Mulardin's shoulder armor collided together, making a crisp sound, "It's okay." ”

"Hey, don't mention it, I lost to the green-skinned cub this time, and although it wasn't easy, I was the first to fall. Oh, by the way, why am I all right? Prince Danas, you sent someone to bring me back?" asked Muradin with some curiosity.

"No, it's not. It was two of the Prince of Alsace's guards who brought you back. Danas shook his head, and briefly recounted to Muradin what happened when Mograine and Weenlessa rescued Muradin, as well as the subsequent attack of the orcs, and the fact that the dwarves who had been stationed in the fortress of Dammod had sobered up, and how the two sides resisted the attack of the orcs together.

"Haha, those guys woke up, that's good, it looks like the greenskins' plan has failed this time. Well, all thanks to Arthas, and he saved me...... Oh, by the way, what about little Arthas? I have to thank him. But this little ghost is really powerful, if it weren't for him, I don't know how this thing would end. Muradin, from the bottom of his heart, thanked Artace and wanted to find him to say something grateful, not taking into account for a moment that it was late at night.

"Prince Arthas, he ......" Danas hesitated for a moment, but finally told him that Arthas had left the fortress of Dammod and was heading to the Red Dragon's lair, possibly in Grimbaatar, and then sighed and said, "I did my best to stop Prince Arthas, and even thought about keeping him here. However, his arrival at Grimbaatar was indeed arranged by his teacher, Sir Uther, and I ...... It is inconvenient to refuse. Alas, I really regret it now, if something happens to Arthas......" Danas's heart was full of remorse, but the matter could not be reversed, and he could only pray to the Holy Light to bless the Prince of Arthas.

"Bang!" - Muradin slammed his fist against the stone wall of the barracks next to him, and scolded angrily: "This bastard!" Then, Muradin realized that his actions were a little misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Prince Danas, I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you. I mean......"

"Sir Uther?" Danas nodded in understanding, and then answered when Muradin stopped—it could be seen that Danas was also quite dissatisfied with Uther, otherwise he would not have pointed out Uther's name so bluntly with his calm character.

Muradin didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either: "I really don't understand how he is a teacher." The king of Kurtilas, the mage of Dalaran are all outsiders, and even we are outsiders, and it is inconvenient to blame Arthas's actions. But since Uther was the teacher of Arthas, it was his duty to take on this duty in his father's absence, and how could he allow a little child to go into danger like this?"

Danas was silent - it was not that he disagreed with Muradin's idea, but what was the point of saying this now? Seeing Muradin's blowing beard and glaring eyes, Danas wanted to enlighten him, so he half-jokingly said: "It is better to wait for the war to be over, and I will recommend to King Terenas that you will be the teacher of Prince Arthas." ”

"Hehe, that's fine, I kind of like little Alsace. Muradin smiled innocently, and then asked, "By the way, Prince Danas, what are you doing so late? Why don't you get some rest? But don't worry, since I'm awake now, I can also help with tomorrow's war!"

"That's good, with you, the city defenses of the Danmod Fortress will be even stronger. But I'm not worried about this, now that your dwarven warriors have woken up, the Dammod Fortress is safe, when the orc army poured out and besieged the Dammod Fortress, but they couldn't even climb the city, not to mention that the attack of this group of orcs is far less powerful than it was at the beginning. I was just a little worried about the Prince of Arthas, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and walked. Danas first praised the bravery of Muradin and the dwarven warriors, and then explained the real reason for his late night.

"Hi...... But don't worry too much, Prince Danas, I see that the priest next to little Arthas (Muradin doesn't know what a paladin is) and the little girl of Quel'Salas are not weak, and Arthas is smart enough, if the green-skinned bastards in Grimbaatar are well guarded, they probably won't take the risk. Muradin comforted Danas.

"Well, I hope so. Danas sighed, and was about to say something, when a neatly clad militiaman from Fort Rapids ran quickly to this side, and he walked through the wide courtyard of the Danmod Fortress, shouting to Danas as he ran: "Your Royal Highness Prince Danas, Your Royal Highness Prince Danas!