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While the Lordaeron kingdoms were actively preparing for the formation of the Alliance, the dwarves of Ironforge were already feeling the pressure from the orc tribes.

Magni. Copperbeard has always considered himself a blacksmith and warrior far more than a king. But after his father's death, as the eldest of the three Copperbeard brothers, this heavy burden naturally weighed on Magni. Brass whiskers.

The state is difficult, the second and third brothers are obsessed with exploration, and the other is keen on archaeology, haven't they heard of the old saying that forging is poor for three years, and the project is ruined for a lifetime. A few years ago, my wife also died, and my daughter was rebellious and unreasonable, how do you live this life.

"Muradin, you go to the Burning Plains and call Brian back from the Sorison ruins, the threat of orcs is getting closer, archaeology or something put aside for now." Magni pulled his brother Muradin to finish his daily grievances, and finally remembered that he hadn't said anything yet.

"Big brother, how did you think about joining the alliance?" Seeing that the eldest brother was finally freed from the chattering state of Xianglin's sister-in-law, Mu Ladin hurriedly diverted the topic. The upright Muradin would rather accompany his dwarf friends to implement those unreliable high-tech technologies than listen to the clichés of the eldest brother, but who makes the other party his beloved big brother.

"Cheer up the guards of Ironforge and wait for the spies we sent to the south to return before deciding that if the orcs are really that brutal and bloodthirsty, joining the Alliance is imperative." Magni, as the king of Ironforge, does not take the words of others lightly.

The previous king of the Copperbeard Dwarves, Madolan Copperbeard, often taught his children that without investigation, there was no voice.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Muradin couldn't say anything to comfort his eldest brother Magni, so he had to accompany Magni to drink glass after glass.

Early the next morning, Muradin recruited a small elite army to head to the ruins of Thoresson in the Burning Plains to lead his brother Brian. Copperbeard goes home.

"Hey, that guy with very developed pectoral muscles, yes, that's you. We're heading to the Burning Plains, but you can't go out in slippers, can you? Muradin curiously called out to a strange soldier.

"Hey, Amore!" Muradin's eyes widened.

"Uncle and uncle, be quiet, don't be heard by my father!" Amore. Brass beard, Her Royal Highness the princess of Ironforge Castle hurriedly covered Muradin's mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Muradin asked.

"The old thing knows all day long that I am ordered to do this and that, and I want to go to the Burning Plains to play with Uncle Brian." Amorera tugged at Muradin's beard and coquettishly flattered.

"But I was ordered to get Brian home." Muradin looked at his fully developed niece with pity, it was pitiful for a child without a mother.

"Then I'll go with you, and then come back together, please, uncle, I'm not even going to have anyone to talk to." Amola pretended to be pitiful.

"But your father ......," Muradin looked embarrassed.

"With you and Uncle Brian interceding together, it's okay, and Dad won't really blame me." When Amorea saw that Muradin was relieved, she immediately followed the serpent with her stick.

If you don't use it, it's an old thing, and if you can use it, you'll become a father, big brother, you're a real failure. Muradin's helpless shrugged his shoulders to show that he had given in to his niece, and Amorea kissed Muradin's face, very happy.

"Hey, it's all big girls, don't make trouble." After Muradin's reprimand for his niece, he laughed first.

After a near-touristic journey, Muradin and his party left the snow-capped Kazmodan and came to the scorching Burning Plains.

"Uncle, you're so smart, collect ice cubes in advance, and you can drink cold beer!" Amola was dressed in a cool outfit and poured down her wine glass.

"Hey, you bastards, isn't Amola good-looking? Why are you all staring at the barrels? Muradin, who wanted to reprimand Amore, was too cool to wear, but found that his boys were preoccupied with the cold barrels, and could not help but lament the misfortune of the old boys under him.

"Come on, Uncle Muradin, the guy who dares to fight the princess has been singled out by His Majesty the King. It's great to be a friend of Amore, and even if it's a wife, my face is not as good as the iron felt of a melting pot. The young man who was not afraid of things teased, causing a whistling sound.

"Bruce, I'll sue Sù Weima for you to tease me when I go back. By the way, and your Majesty the King. Amola was not afraid to make fun of herself, causing a burst of laughter.

Aside from the hot climate, the dwarves didn't encounter much danger along the way, and in front of a bunch of copperbearded dwarves whose muscles were growing into their brains, lava spiders and scorched tails were just delicacies that could be eaten by removing their heads. Well, the protein content must be five times that of beef.

"Uncle Muradin, aren't the ruins of Sorison to the east, where are we going?" Amola couldn't help but ask.

"Go to Morgan's sentry, the burning plain is so big, the ghost knows where your Uncle Brian has gone, let's go to Morgan's sentry first to replenish some supplies and then ask them for news of your uncle." Muradin patiently explained to his niece, who had no experience in the wilderness.

Archaeology is not an easy task, and unknown dangers may be encountered at any time, so the famous archaeologist Harrison. Jones once said something that is widely shared in the archaeological community: no matter what you find and how rare the opportunity is, at least let your companions know where you are.

And in the Burning Plains, the territory of the Black Iron Dwarves, Morgan's sentry is the only place where Brian can get supplies, and there must be someone there who knows the whereabouts of the archaeological explorer.

"Hell, how can there be dragonmen here?"

The watchtower of Morgan's sentry could already be seen in the distance, and the dwarven party was blocked by a group of half-drakes. It was already dark, and if you took a detour, the dwarves would have to sleep in the wild at night.

"Edward and Jacob, you two take care of Amola and the goats, the rest of the boys, put on your armor and let us have a good fight, for a covered room!" Muradin's battle order was given.

"For vegetable soup and hot bread!"

"In order not to keep a vigil!"

The dwarves' battle cry is hilarious, but it's high-spirited.

Muradin's departure was accompanied by the best of the young men of Ironforge, and the preparations for battle were quickly completed.

Taking advantage of the rocks and terrain to get close to the rudimentary fortifications of the Half-Dragons, Muradin led the charge. After discovering the enemy, the half-dragon wizard tried to cast a spell to ward off the enemy, but was smashed to the ground by Muradin with a hammer, and in front of the dwarven ace combat unit, the king of the hill, the two-meter-tall half-dragon man was just a large broiler. No half-dragon man can survive three moves in front of Muradin's war hammer and chopping axe, smashing legs, hammering chest, headshots, Muradin's moves are simple and practical.

What the? Why not just get a headshot?

Because Muradin couldn't find a footstool.

After the last half-dragon man fell, Muradin slammed the hammer to the ground, looked around, and spit: "There is no one who can fight." ”

The four dwarves on the Warhammer are read horizontally as Royal Hammer Lords. Reading vertically is the Imperial Hammer Family.

The Copperbeard Dwarves got their wish and had a hot dinner at Morgan Sentry.

And in the night, a group of Black Iron Dwarves left their fortress, and the King of Black Iron Dwarves, Dagran. Thoresen is among them.

At this time of year, the King of Black Iron travels to the ruins of the former city of Thoresen to mourn his father.