"Muradin......" Arthas murmured in a voice that no one could hear. The sorrow of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info seemed to understand the excitement in the master's heart, and quietly stepped forward and put his hand on Arthas's shoulder as a sign of comfort. Arthas was silent for a moment, then smiled at the dwarven leader and said loudly, "Muradine Copperbeard of Ironforge, I am the prince of Lordaeron, and my name is Arthas. ”

The prince of Lordaeron?--Muradine Copperbeard was a little surprised--How could the prince of Lordaeron appear in such a place?But Muradin didn't think that the other side would be a fake, he had dealt with humans a lot, and knew that in the human realm, the class division was very strict, and it was impossible for anyone to go around pretending to be a prince.

In addition, even more convincing is the human warrior who follows the little ghost head, who seems to be unsure that even he is sure to defeat. But...... Although he had no doubts about Arthas's identity, Muradin wondered why this little human imp knew him, and he seemed to be ...... Crying?

Yes, Alsace is indeed crying. Despite his efforts to control it, tears flowed down his cheeks inexorably. Muradine Copperbeard, the reunion with the elder dwarven is of great significance to Arthas. If his father, King Terenus, was Arthas's relative and mentor, and Uther Lightbringer was Arthas's mentor and paladin's guide, then Muradine Copperbeard not only possessed all the attributes of these two men, but was also Arthas's best friend.

The younger brother of Magni Copperbeard, King of the Dwarven Kingdom of Ironforge, Muradin Copperbeard served as a diplomatic ambassador in the royal city of Lordaeron, responsible for liaison between the Dwarven Kingdom and the Human Alliance, as well as teaching Arthas swordsmanship and fighting.

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"Young man, I'll be straight to say, you look too bad when you fight. ”

"I know how to teach people to fight, if you want to learn, I'll teach you. ”

"Well done, kid, that's great!"

"Little Arthas, I didn't expect you to come to our rescue!"

"Listen to me, son, we'll find another way to save your people, let's go, go back and figure it out. ”

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In the original stream of time, the bits and pieces of the friendship between him and Muradin, full of the friendship between master and apprentice, instantly burst into Arthas's mind, filling in his memories that were already somewhat vague and disconnected. He looked at Muradin's rough, reddened face and brown beard with a little dazed, feeling how thankful it was to do it all over again.

In the original stream of time, Arthas killed Muradine Copperbeard with his own hands, in the cave where he pulled out the Frost Sorrow. Muradine Copperbeard was the first soul to be devoured by Frostmourn after following Arthas. It was only after Arthas had traveled far away to Northrend that he was reunited with Muradin's Copperbeard, who was there in search of treasure.

Of course, the treasure that Muradin was looking for was the Frost Grief, and the Lich King Neozu sent Kelsel's men to reveal this to the dwarves, using such smoke to confuse Arthas's sometimes sober personality - yes, from the moment he set foot in Northrend, Arthas was often under the control of the Lich King Neozu, and although he could sometimes struggle out and stay awake for a while, as he spent more time on Northrend, that time became shorter and shorter.

When Arthas and Muradine found Frostmourn, Arthas pulled out Frostmourn and was once again taken over by the Lich King Neozu, who launched a sneak attack on Muradin, impaling his best friend and teacher with a single sword. As Muradin collapsed on the snow and closed his eyes full of puzzlement and doubt, Arthas came to his senses, the last time he was awake before being awakened by frost sorrow.

Arthas knows what is happening, and he knows what damage he will cause to his country and people by being like this. He had planned to use his short waking time to commit suicide in this cave and shatter the Lich King Neozu's plans, but the evil Lord of the Undead seemed to have calculated everything.

Just as Arthas was about to kill himself, Muradin let out a faint moan/moan - he was not dead. Despite knowing that he had to die here, or the Lich King Neozu didn't know what he would do with his identity, Arthas couldn't sit idly by and watch Muradine Copperbeard die in front of him.

Pray to the Light again and again, and cast the Light on the dying Muradin again and again. Finally, as Muradin's face gradually returned to normal, Arthas once again fell into darkness, and the dark personality of the Lich King Neozu once again took control of his body, and this time it lasted until Frostmourn fully awakened.

Arthas didn't know if he had made the right choice. In order to save Muradine Copperbeard, he gave up his life in that cave and was then manipulated by the Lich King Neozu, destroying his country and killing the people who loved him.

But Arthas was such a man who, though he knew he should kill himself, could not watch Muradin Copperbeard die in front of him. Just as Stratholme, with the faint knowledge that the man who would turn into a raven, was right about his strategy of crossing the continent to the west, Arthas simply could not abandon the citizens who were still uncertain about Stratholme's fate and the people of Lordaeron who might not be able to board the westward ferry, even though at the end of the story, Arthas killed them with his own hands and resurrected them as undead.

Muradine Copperbeard was a little amused by this little imp prince who began to demente at the sight of him--if it were my own child, I would have slapped him twice! Of course, Arthas was not his child, and it was not his turn to educate the future king of Lordaeron, Muradin could only cough and invite again: "Ahem...... Son, is this the first time you've seen a dwarf? Did I look so strange that it scared you?"

"No...... Muradin, no. Arthas finally returned to his normal state, smiling and walking towards the campfire, "May you give me a glass of ale?" Muradin quickly put aside those thoughts in his mind, and shouted to order his men to hand his guests the wine bags they were carrying—it was the Wine Festival, and all that was needed was a drink on it!

Dwarves are naturally very low in height and have short legs, which makes them very unaccustomed to sitting on the floor, because it makes them very difficult to stand up. So, by the campfire, a few rough, freshly cut tree trunks were placed to use as seats.