It's so poisonous!After putting everything together, the thought arose in the hearts of everyone present - the series of intrigues of the orc Great Chieftain, who had been knocked unconscious by Windsor and was now being escorted back to Riptide Castle by a small group of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was too poisonous!

If he is really allowed to succeed, there is little room for humanity to turn around, and even if there are still Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Gilneth and Dalaran, it is still unknown how long the power of these three will be able to resist the invasion of the Red Dragons. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to feeling a little scared because of the insidious tactics of the orc leader, what made everyone here care more was why Arthas ...... It seems to appear at every juncture of the crisis facing humanity?

Although no one dared to underestimate His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron just because he appeared on the battlefield of Riptide with the Red Dragon Queen, apart from the fact that the Red Dragon was freed from the orcs, if it were not for Arthas, Muradin would not have returned to Riptide Castle halfway, and Prince Danas would not have entered the Dammod Fortress so smoothly to assist in the defense.

"Alsace...... Tell me honestly, don't you really have the ability to predict the future?" asked Urian, who was far away, looking at his little friend suspiciously.

"Uh...... This one...... It's all a coincidence, it's all just a coincidence. "Arthas, of course, can't say that he has flowed from the original time, just snort.

"Oh yes, where is Lord Muradin of the Dwarven Kingdom?" King Solas asked.

Although he had been heard from his nephew, Prince Danas, about how he and Muradin Copperbeard fought side by side at the Fortress of Dammod, King Solas did not see this important figure of the Dwarven kingdom when Arthas and the others entered the city.

"Muradin, ......," Danas was about to reply, when the door to the council chamber had been kicked open, and a short figure hurried in.

"What......" King Solas felt that he had lost all his face today - first Christopher was hiding under the table like a girl, and now he didn't know which guy who didn't know the rules would dare to break into his chamber, and this time he must cut off the head of this impolite fellow!

"Muradin?" Arthas stood up from his stool in surprise.

"Quick, quick, is there a doctor, or a priest, come and save him!" Muradin, without having time to deal with Arthas, rushed to the table, and only then did the crowd see in his arms, holding a dwarf as short as he was!

With a thud, Muradin threw the dwarf on the table, and the smell of blood permeated the room.

Crimson blood began to spread along the lines of the cloth, and a faint foul smell emanated from the badly wounded dwarf's body.

"It's ...... The dwarves who support us?" Uther stood up and walked over to check on the dwarf's injuries.

Hearing this, everyone got up and gathered around—the group of dwarven knights who had come to the aid of the battle on griffons had made a great impression on everyone.

The dwarf, like Muradin, had a large brown beard, his brow furrowed tightly, and it was evident that even in a coma, he could not escape the torment of pain.

Blood continued to pour from beneath the dwarf's body, but the deadliest wound on his body was in his chest - an irregular wound pierced through his light leather armor, and the muscles around the wound were already in a state of decay, and the faint stench came from here - apparently the weapon that pierced him carried some kind of depraved corrosive power.

Muradin didn't enter Riptide with Arthas and the others—he had always been concerned about where the people he saw on the battlefield came from, and Muradin had already guessed in his mind, but he didn't see any dwarves in Fadil Bay who had come after the orcs with human and High Elf reinforcements, which made his heart feel a little darker.

Before Arthas and the others entered Fort Riptide, Muradin offered to visit the battlefield, knowing that those of their kind would not just disappear into thin air, and even if they had suffered the most unfortunate consequences, Muradin would at least take them back to their homeland - the dwarves must be buried in the mountains of their homeland, and no dwarf would be killed in the wilderness.

Now, it was clear that Muradin had found his living kind, but the dwarf's condition did not look promising.

Holy light flashed on the hands of paladins such as Uther and Mograine, and these magical powers quickly purified the black carrion at the dwarven wound, and the stench gradually disappeared.

But the light did not bring the dead back to life, and after several attempts, the dwarf's faint gasps became almost inaudible, and Mograine withdrew his hands from the dwarf's chest, not paying attention to the warm blood on his hands, but shook his head at Muradin with a regretful expression.

"......No," Muradin cried out in grief—he didn't even have time to ask if this fellow came from, as he had suspected, from a place far away from Ironforge that he had been associated with.

Mograine, Uther and the others lowered their heads one after another - in the battle just now, although the support of these dwarves helped the human and High Elf reinforcements to hold out for a while longer, and also contained the combat power of many orcs, but because the two sides have never been in contact on the battlefield, after the great victory, the human and High Elf reinforcements were busy chasing, and they actually left these friendly forces behind in excitement.

In an atmosphere of regret and solemnity, Arthas's voice was particularly abrupt: "Hey, you! No, no, no, Wenlesa, it's not you, you eat yours...... What about you, idiot!"

"Hmm, who called me?" the Red Dragon Queen looked up blankly when she heard the familiar name, as she buried her head in a huge pumpkin pie.

With the light above, is it better to choke her to death in Fadil Bay?--Arthas sighed in his heart as he walked over to the Red Dragon Queen, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the dwarf's side.

"Hey, hey, my pie ......" Although the Red Dragon Queen did not resist, she still expressed her dissatisfaction - how can you eat the pie when it is cold!

"Heal, heal!" Arthas said as he shoved the Red Dragon Queen towards the table, then pointed to the dwarf lying on the table and was about to die.

"Hmm...... Okay, okay, what's the deal...... Is it dead?" the Red Dragon Queen rubbed her wrist, as if Arthas had pinched her: Arthas naturally scoffed at this-pretending, and then pretending, his body, which was worse than a ten-year-old child, could pinch the Red Dragon Queen's wrist?