Although he sincerely thanked the Red Dragon Queen for her help to the human alliance, when he heard the Red Dragon Queen's words, Muradin's heart was still a little unhappy - is this the case with these legendary gods? For mortals, their attitude is such a fluttering "is it dead"? Is the life of a dwarf less important than a big meal in the eyes of these gods?

Arthas knew what the Red Dragon Queen meant - in Grimbaatar's vault, this guy had said that the rules of life could not be violated, that is, if the dwarf was dead, the Red Dragon Queen would not come to her rescue. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, not dead yet. "The Red Dragon Queen naturally doesn't need Arthas to help her confirm the life and death of this dwarf, as the master of the rules of life, she has her own way of judging.

With a slight fealt, the Red Dragon Queen knew that the dwarf wasn't dead—not dead, but almost.

What a trouble—the Red Dragon Queen yawned, waved at the dwarf lying on the table, and hurried back to her seat—the feast, the feast was still waiting for her!

"There's a response!" Muradin shouted, and everyone's eyes were drawn from the strange Red Dragon Queen, placed on the dwarf, and then dumbfounded.

Mograini and the others' unprepared wounds had actually begun to heal slowly, and the dwarf's faint breathing also smoothed out with the visible healing speed of the wound.

Eventually, the dwarf opened his eyes—pale blue pupils, which gradually faded from distraction to focus, and finally settled on Muradin's surprised face.

"Brother...... Brother, are you?...... Where am I? Those ...... Those orcs...... My ...... Weapon ......" The dwarf struggled to his feet from the table, trying to jump to the ground.

"Wake up, don't move, I'm Muradin from Ironforge. Muradin hurriedly stepped forward and helped the dwarf who was recovering from his serious injuries.

"Muradin?...... I'm ...... ...... from Eagle's Nest Mountain Furstad, Furstad Brute Hammer. The dwarf stood still with Muradin's support, shook his head, and after a brief introduction to himself, began to look at the humans around him.

"Furstad, you are indeed a member of the Brute Hammer Clan!" Muradin shook Furstad's arm with some excitement, and then said excitedly to Arthas and the others, "Furstad is from the Brute Hammer Clan, and is the brother kingdom of our Ironforge Castle!"

It turned out to be an ally of Ironforge, an ally of humanity - everyone present had a score in their hearts, and they all nodded to Vorstad.

"Muradin, my ...... What about the people?" Fustad regained his senses a little, and began to care for his fellow citizens.

"They...... They ......" Muradin opened his mouth, speechless.

Having just been on the battlefield, Muradin quickly found the area where the Hammer Dwarves were fighting, and what he found there...... Only corpses.

The corpses of the dwarves alternated with those of the griffons, all of them with their throats cut, and among the corpses everywhere, Muradin, after several rummaging searches, found only one dwarf, who still had a breath, and hurriedly led him through the gates of Fort Riptide, which had no doors, and under the guidance of the guards, he went to King Solas's palace, hoping to seek treatment for Furstad.

"Yes...... Furstad's pale blue eyes darkened, and his voice began to choke.

Muradin patted the fellow man on the shoulder and comforted him - every soldier has experienced the pain of losing his comrades, and it is quite difficult to endure, and it is even more unfortunate that such sad things happen from time to time in war.

"It's all my fault, I didn't expect those orcs to be able to attack us in the air, if I could be more careful, my people wouldn't ......" Furstad fell into deep self-blame.

Muradin didn't know what to say, he didn't know much about the previous battle, and in Furstad's intermittent sobbing narration, he learned that among the orcs were a group of soldiers wrapped in black cloaks, who were able to use strange spells to make the griffons flying in the sky fall to the ground.

"It's not your fault, Furstad, it's not you......" Muradin could only whisper comfort, and King Terenus and the others could only bow their heads in silence - who would have thought that those orcs could use such a spell?

It took a long time for Vorstad to gradually come out of his wounds and turn to Muradin and ask, "Muradin, what about the next battle......? Did the orcs win in the end?"

"No, no, Furstad, you've done you a great favor. We have defeated those orcs, please believe that tens of thousands of orcs have died on the battlefield, and we have avenged your people. We are now discussing the next strategic steps, after which I will turn to these human allies for help to collect the remains of your people and find a way to transport them back to your Eagle's Nest, where their bravery will always be remembered by those who have received their aid. Muradin comforted Furstad.

"Those orcs have been killed? Ancestral souls are on top, are you really ...... Amazing warrior!" Furstad sighed with emotion, and then continued, "Are you discussing the next strategic countermeasures? Can I listen to them together? I hope to be able to fight with you and avenge my people with my own hands!"

We're not great warriors, and that "great warrior" just saved you, and then ran into a corner and ate Hesse again—Muradin sneered.

"No problem, Furstad, you can listen to it too. If your body allows, I look forward to being able to fight alongside you!" Muradin replied in place of King Solas and King Terenus—a little overstepping, but who could afford to refuse Furstad's request?

The crowd sat down again, and Furstad sat down beside Muradin, not far from Arthas, and began to tell why he and his people were there.

It turns out that Furstad is one of the important figures of the Brute Hammer Clan, almost equivalent to a prince in human society, and he is the youngest son of the greatest king of the hills of the Brute Hammer Clan, Kadyros Brutehammer, who was recently a guest in the realm of a Brute Hammer Dwarf Lord named Kudran Brutehammer.

In the meantime, the companions of the missions, who had long been forgotten by Muradin, came to the territory of Kudran Brute Hammer and told them of Ironforge's plea for their help.