Arthas sat on a tree trunk, took a large glass of barley wine handed to him by Muradin, and drank it clean as soon as he raised his head, which caused the dwarves around him to cheer and cheer, Arthas's face began to redden, and the strength of the wine surged into his head, although it was very uncomfortable, but Arthas was still very happy, as if he had returned to the original flow of time, and drank with Muradin, and those friends of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Muladin sat beside Arthas with a small barrel in his arms, and poured pale yellow barley wine into his mouth, the juice running down the corners of his mouth to his fluffy brown beard, making a mess. Muradin didn't care, and after drinking his heart, he looked at Arthas's empty wooden cup and asked, "Child, do you want more?"

Arthas had just been agitated enough to control his actions, and now he regretted his death - for a ten-year-old child, pouring that large glass of dwarven liquor was already a burden on his body, especially ...... He'd just done some ...... with Frostmourn Strenuous exercise.

Muradin didn't force it, for a human imp, barley wine really can't be drunk too much, and if you drink it again, you will die. Muradin, touching his beard and the wine foam on his mouth, asked, "Son, how did you get here?"

Arthas was dazed, but thanks to Frost's sorrow, he sat down beside Arthas in time and let him rest his head on her soft chest. Listening to Muradin's question, Arthas replied a little unpretentiously: "There are some red dragons in the orc's army, and we know that those red dragons may be hiding in Grimbaatar, so we should go there and check it out." ”

Listening to Arthas's words, Muradin's expression became serious, and he said, "You already know about this?" Arthas heard Muradin say this, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, waiting for Muradin's next words. Muradin put aside the barrel in his hand and said, "A few days ago, the orcs withdrew the siege of Ironforge and marched north. Our scouts followed them and saw them preparing their ships in the Baladine Bay. ”

Hearing Muradin's words, Arthas was a little surprised, after all, according to Muradin, Ironforge should have lifted the blockade a long time ago, but neither the Human Alliance nor Dalaran received any warning from Ironforge. But Arthas knew there must be a reason for this, so he waited for Muradin's words to continue.

Sure enough, Muradin's next words answered Arthas's doubts: "As soon as the blockade of Ironforge is lifted, we have sent griffon messengers to inform you that the orcs may have to cross the Endless Sea, but ...... Our griffon messenger was attacked, and only one companion returned to Ironforge. ”

Arthas's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Red Dragon?" Muradin nodded and said, "In the vicinity of Baladine Bay, our griffon messenger was attacked by the Red Dragon, so we were unable to deliver the news to you. Right now...... What's going on in Nanhai Town? The orcs haven't landed yet, have they?"

Muradin, though not very good at commanding battles, knew where the orcs would land in a good place. Arthas nodded, gave a general account of the situation in Nanhai Town, and explained to Muradin: "Although King Dalin's fleet is completely destroyed, there are few orc ships left, and it seems unlikely that they will land from Nanhai Town at present. ”

Listening to Arthas's words, Muradin was relieved, and like Garin Thorbain, he had no interest in the specifics of the battle, and he changed his mind and mentioned the reason why he was here: "Because of the sudden addition of the Red Dragon, I consulted with my brother and decided to go to the Eagle's Nest Mountain to find our brothers, the dwarven companions of the Hammer Tribe, and ask them to join the war. If you want to fight the Red Dragons in the air, you'll need to rely on their battle griffins. The Brute Hammer are the brothers of our Copperbeard Clan, and we cannot afford to neglect them. My brother couldn't leave Ironforge, so I headed for him to Eagle's Nest, our plan was to get there today and celebrate the wine festival there, but there were some delays on the way, so we had to drink barley wine in the wild for now. ”

Muradin said a lot in one breath, and just wanted to take a sip of ale to moisten his throat, but Arthas asked with great interest, "Can griffons be used to fight?" Although Arthas's father, King Terenus, had domesticated many griffons in the royal city of Lordaeron, these seemingly large and ferocious creatures were actually very docile, so there was no way to train them to be a combat force in the air.

Muradin, a little helplessly, put down the barrel in his hand and muttered, "Actually, I don't know very well, it's just that the griffins trained by the Brute Hammer tribe can help the riders fight in the air, how to do it...... Only they themselves know. Arthas nodded, looking at the dwarves who had been in the carnival for a long time, and always felt that something was wrong, but for a moment he couldn't remember what was going on.

At this moment, a dwarven warrior came to Muradin, who was already drunk and almost unconscious, and his staggering appearance made Arthas really worry that he would accidentally plant himself in the campfire and become a "charcoal-roasted dwarf". The dwarven warrior's helmet had gone nowhere, and the plate armor on his body had been unbuckled and hung loosely on his body.

The dwarven warrior, with his hammer in one hand and a large wooden cup in the other, shouted to Muradin: "Muradin, come and drink at the bar! Today is the festival of wine, and if he is awake when the sun rises tomorrow morning, he will be a coward who does not drink!"

With that, the dwarven warrior poured the barley wine from the wooden cup into his mouth, and slammed it down, and a strong smell of wine spewed out, causing Winlesa to frown - these vulgar little dwarfs! It is our dwarven custom that on the day of the Wine Festival, all the dwarves are drunk, even the women and children. ”

As soon as Muradin finished speaking, Arthas suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the thoughts that flashed through his heart were so terrible that they even made him break out in a cold sweat. But this made Arthas's drunkenness subside a little, and he bounced off the stake and shouted to Muradin's Copperbeard: "All the dwarves must drink all night on the day of the Wine Festival, even the warriors?"