"That's right, I did it, and in order to show my apologies to you, I have decided to kill all the orcs from now on!" the Red Dragon Queen unceremoniously asked for a reward, "Most of the orcs in that forest have been killed by me, you can rest assured." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"How can there be a large part!" Arthas finally couldn't help himself - Grimbaatar's affairs could be left to the Red Dragon Queen's discretion, and it would be harmless, but when it came to military decision-making, she couldn't be left to her nonsense, "Prince Danas, Muradin, and the orcs outside the city were burned to death by Her Excellency the Queen, and most of them escaped with a teleportation spell. But rest assured, they are very afraid of Her Majesty and will not return to Dammod Fortress. ”

"Well, you say a small part is a small part......" the Red Dragon Queen muttered a little reluctantly—a small part or something...... Isn't it that his power is underestimated? But the Red Dragon Queen is not so angry when she thinks that this little human imp still admits that those orcs are afraid of her. (How easy you are to satisfy, asshole!)

"Oh...... Do you know where they fled?" Prince Danas was overjoyed when he heard that the orcs had been expelled, and then frowned - since they were not destroyed, they would still threaten the human realm.

"It should be the Baladine Bay, their base camp on the mainland at this time. Arthas replied.

"Baladin Bay......" Danas sighed - although the siege of Dammod Fortress has been lifted, or rather, from the moment the dwarves wake up and the Red Dragon Queen is free from the control of the orcs, the orcs should not be able to threaten the safety of Dammod Fortress, but the humans do not have the strength to attack the orc base camp now. Perhaps a high-level meeting should be convened urgently, with the help of the Red Dragon, and then mobilize a group of mages from Dalaran, and cooperate with the dwarven army of Upper Iron Forge, it will not be difficult to besiege the orcs in the Baladine Bay;

"Prince Danas, I think we still need to be vigilant. Arthas frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, "Since the orcs failed to take advantage of the Wine Festival to take the Dammod Fortress, and the Red Dragons are out of their control, then they should have no way to reach the Northern Subcontinent through the Sador Bridge except to storm the Dammod Fortress." ”

"Yes, the orcs' offensive has obviously been blocked, and I don't know what their next move will be, but I think it's time for a meeting to discuss the next attack. Listening to Arthas's words, Danas nodded, and then asked puzzledly, "Prince Arthas, do you have any troubled questions?"

"Well, that's right. Arthas took a few steps forward, approached Danas, and said in a low voice, "We can think of this problem, and the leader of the orcs should be able to think of it too." I just don't understand why Dammod Fortress didn't send its full force when it had such a good chance to take it...... Where is it going to use its army? That's what I'm worried about, and I don't know what other machinations these guys have. ”

"It's a doubt. However, our knowledge and intelligence about orcs is seriously lacking, and there is no way to get any answers. Prince Arthas, you don't have to worry too much, after all, the situation has now shifted to our side, you are tired all the way, it is better to rest first, and when you get up to sleep, I will arrange for you to return to the royal city of Lordaeron, I think your father should still be waiting for your news. Danas admits that Arthas's words make sense, but he is now more worried about Arthas's body.

"Uh...... I'm fine, I'm ......" Arthas was about to say something, but was interrupted by Muradin's laughter. The dwarven warrior came to Arthas and Danas, tapped Danas's gauntlet (it should be a pat on the shoulder, but you know the height), and said with a wink, "It's time to rest, but until then, I think we should celebrate." Well, it's a must. ”

"Celebrate?" Alsace was amazed, "Celebrate what?"

"What are you celebrating?" Muradin's eyes glared at him, making him look vicious, and Frost Grief was immediately dissatisfied—how could he glare at his master?

However, Muradin's words did not match his expression at all - "I said that little Arthas, and Prince Danas, you are too unkind, it is rare for little Arthas to return safely, and an ally like Her Excellency the Queen has joined the alliance, are these things not worth celebrating?"

"It's worth celebrating, but how are you going to celebrate?" asked Danas as he looked at Muradin, puzzled.

"Is there any other way to celebrate?" Muradin's face showed a look of frenzy, and he waved his big hand in the air, "Toruń, Isma, you come and tell them!"

"Yes, Muradin!" Torun and Isma's faces also showed excited expressions, it was rare for the two of them to say the same sentence in unison, "When it comes to celebrating, it is natural to drink and sing! On the other side of the mountain, there is a group of dwarves, they ......"

"Stop, stop!" Arthas angrily interrupted Toren and Isma's singing, and said angrily, "still drinking? You forgot what happened before? You drank like dead pigs one by one last night, and almost took the fortress of Dammod by the orcs, and now that the orcs have just retreated, you are going to start drinking again......?"

Arthas's anger did not affect Muradin, he laughed and patted Arthas on the shoulder (this time it was enough), and said boldly: "What are you afraid of, last time they were drunk, didn't you and Prince Danas save them?

The dwarves were hopeless, Arthas thought pessimistically - whether as a paladin or a prince, Arthas had seen countless nobles and paladins ruin their noble and noble lives because of alcoholism. Alcoholism is one of the worst enemies of decent people, but the dwarven race is a whole race of alcoholics, not so much that this group of dwarves is not saved, but that this race is not saved, and they will be destroyed by the barrel sooner or later!