Prince Danas was right, when the order to allow the carnival was given, both the human soldiers and the dwarven warriors showed excited expressions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info walked down the stairs at the head of the fortress of Danmod to the courtyard, where Arthas was filled with the frenzied cries of the soldiers, such as "Long live Prince Danas!"

A bonfire had been lit in the courtyard, and groups of dwarves were lining up, barrels of barley wine being carried into the courtyard in an orderly manner along the conveyor belt they had formed with their hands.

As Prince Danas and his party walked along, the soldiers and dwarves of Riptide got out of the way, allowing Danas and the others to walk to the middle of the courtyard, next to the largest bonfire, where the eager soldiers had moved benches from the barracks for their commanders to sit on.

"Your Excellency Queen, you may be seated. Danas did not forget the etiquette of ladies first this time, and made a "please" gesture to the Red Dragon Queen, and the Red Dragon Queen naturally held her head high, looking like "it should have been like this a long time ago", and sat down unceremoniously in the middle of a bench, and then beckoned to Wen Lessa: "Come here, sit." ”

"Oh, oh. Wenlesa nodded, trotted to the side of the Red Dragon Queen, and sat down carefully, Arthas also sat down on the same bench as the Red Dragon Queen, and then waved his hand to Mograini, and said: "Mograini, you don't have to be restrained, these days are long travel, it's time to rest, I'm not good at drinking, you can drink a few more drinks with Prince Danas for me." Forget about Muradin, he's a wine barrel!"

Even Mograini, who had always been serious, couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and he sat down on the bench opposite Arthas, patted his side, and said loudly to Muradin: "Come on, barrel warrior, let's see how good you can drink!"

"Strange ......" Muradin didn't care about being called a "barrel", perhaps for them dwarves, it was a compliment. He took a barrel of ale from the dwarven warrior next to him, unceremoniously huddled around Mograine, tilted his head and took a big sip, and then asked Arthas, "I was strange from the beginning, little Arthas, you seem to know me well, but I don't remember seeing you?"

Prince Danas was amused by the name "Barrel Warrior", and he sat down on the other side of Mograine, took two small barrels from the hands of a dwarven warrior, divided one into Mograine's hand, and took a sip of it in the same way as Muradin, and was stunned by the slightly bitter and spicy taste, and then looked at Arthas, the marshal of Rapids, who was also eager to understand the problem.

"This ...... Oh, by the way, I'm good friends with Prince Varian of Stormwind, and I've often heard him talk about the friendship between the dwarves and Stormwind. Arthas didn't know how to explain his familiarity with Muradin - he couldn't just say that he had come back after twenty years, but he cleverly put the problem on his friend Varian, because ......

"Oh, that child...... Muradin, as he took a sip of ale, sighed, "When the child was born, I went to Stormwind to congratulate King Ryan on behalf of my brother." Alas, who knows later...... It's unfortunate. "The dwarven kingdom of Ironforge gave these southbound immigrants a lot of help when the kingdom of Azeroth made the capital of Stormwind, and the relationship between the two countries has always been very harmonious, and there are many contacts between the royal family, so Muradin knows Varian.

Dodging Muradin's questioning, Arthas just breathed a sigh of relief when chaos reappeared - Frost's sorrow went around from behind his master to the front, stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pulled the Red Dragon Queen, and said loudly: "Hey, big stupid dragon, go away, the place next to the master is Xiaoshuang's!"

Big Stupid Dragon...... Muradin and Danas were dumbfounded, and Muladin forgot to put down the cask of ale that was still pouring wine into his mouth, and almost choked to death with a mouthful of wine-the big stupid dragon? How dare the maiden of the retinue of the prince of Arthas, who didn't know where it came from, call the Red Dragon Queen the Great stupid dragon? Mograine, accustomed to the boring arguing between Frost Sorrow and the Red Dragon Queen, took a small sip of his wine calmly, and was surprised by the spirits made by the dwarves - Lordaeron didn't have such strong wine!

As early as when Muradin and the others were seated, the celebration of the entire Dammod Fortress had already begun, except for a few soldiers who may have ulterior motives who were still serving by Danas's side, most of the human soldiers and all the dwarves had long forgotten their identities, holding large cups and kegs high, singing and laughing around the bonfire, drinking and dancing, and for a time the entire fortress was boiling and very noisy.

However, the air suddenly became cold next to the largest campfire, and both Danas and Muradin stared closely at the Red Dragon Queen, seeing what the god who could kill a hundred thousand orcs in a fit of rage would do to the maiden who had offended her dignity.

"Cut...... Let it go...... It's really rude, can't you talk properly?Why do you want to get someone's shoulder, it hurts......" Something happened that made Muradin and Danas almost fall into their barrels and drown—the Red Dragon Queen didn't react, but muttered and grumbled, and arched Winlesa to the right, making way for Frostmourn.

This...... What is the situation? Her Excellency turned out to be such a kind person...... Oh no, dragons? This is not like a concession made by the gods who have killed a hundred thousand orcs!--Muradin and Danas stared wide-eyed, forgetting to drink for a moment.

Frost Sorrow was a little disappointed, I wanted to take this opportunity to find the stubble of this stupid dragon, but I didn't expect her to be cowardly, with a little dissatisfaction, Frost Sorrow squeezed between Arthas and the Red Dragon Queen, and suddenly hugged one of Arthas's arms, and then suddenly became happy, smiling and leaning his head on Arthas's ...... On the head—well, it's supposed to be on the shoulder, but the difference in height is really touching.

"Prince Arthas, this is ......," Danas asked, unable to contain the curiosity in his heart. Muradin also put down the barrel in his hand, and waited curiously for Arthas's answer - from the beginning, he was a little puzzled, why the normal-looking human girl next to little Arthas allowed himself to smell the cold breath of the Cold Ridge Mountains?

"Oh, this is my fiancée, you can call her Frost. Xiaoshuang, say hello to people. Arthas was half held firmly by Frost Sorrow, and her head was pressed against her, and he could only answer Danas's question in a very stiff body position.