Sunlight...... The sunshine for a long time......

Passing through the spider-covered Poison Mist Canyon and arriving at Hinterland, Ares finally saw the first rays of clean sunlight. As ordinary as light as it was, it was so precious to Ares. In the days of the Plaguelands, there was hardly any truly clean sunlight, and an orange poisonous fog shrouded the sky over the Plaguelands, a dense haze that even sunlight could not penetrate.

And here, the sunlight is so pure.

It is like an angel, blooming with incomparably brilliant light, and the distant mountains around it are shrouded in such a soft light, warm and bright

"This is the real Azeroth."

Ares sighed. With your back to the sky and feeling the temperature here, it is so soft and fresh.

In the distance, the sound of the dwarven mountain flute can be faintly heard, echoing in the mountains. A kind of Scottish Highland wind rises leisurely.

"Let's go, the big leader is waiting for us at the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress."

Mueller said, shouldering his sledgehammer and walking in front of him, continuing to lead the way.

He introduced the customs and geography of Hinterland, and told Ares about the long history of the Hammer Dwarves.

Of course, he doesn't say it, Ares knows something. The Hammer Dwarves are actually a tribe that splintered from Ironforge. Originally, the three dwarven tribes of Brute Hammer, Copperbeard, and Black Iron settled in Ironforge, and the powerful King of the Mountains, Modimus Anvimar, ruled all the dwarves with wisdom and justice. However, as soon as the King of the Mountain died, a war broke out between the three tribes of Ironforge for dominance of Ironforge, known as the Battle of the Three Hammers.

The war lasted for many years, and in the end, the strongest of the Copperbeard Dwarves expelled the Black Iron Dwarves and Hammer Dwarves from Ironforge and won the war.

The Hammer Dwarves migrated north, establishing their new home in a place called Grimbaatar, and new cities flourished. The Black Iron tribe migrated to settle in the Hongling Mountains. However, the Black Iron Tribe remained obsessed with the war and vowed to retake Ironforge.

Afterwards, the Black Iron Tribe, led by their king Thoreson, recuperated and recuperated, and soon after launched a new war, attacking the Copperbeard tribe of Ironforge and the Brute Hammer tribe of Grimbaatar. If you are weak, you should unite one side first and deal with the other side, but the black iron dwarf is like this, and the troops are directly divided into two ways and passed over......

The outcome of the war speaks for itself, and the Black Iron Dwarves are once again defeated.

After that, the Hammer Dwarves and the Copperbeard Dwarves joined forces to counterattack the Black Iron Dwarves. Nearly wiped out in the battle, and with their leader Thorrisen cornered and refusing to surrender, the Black Iron Dwarves summoned an ancient creature that had fallen asleep underground, the Firedemon Ragnaros. Ragnaros, the Flame Demon is the king of the fire elemental who was sealed away by the Titans when he first founded this world, and is now reborn at the call of Thoresson.

The rebirth of Ragnaros changed the landscape as it shattered the Red Ridge Mountains, and a volcano bordered by a scorching canyon to the north and a burning plain to the south, the Black Stone Tower, rose from the ground.

The Black Iron Dwarven King Thorrison was immediately killed by Ragnaros, while the remaining Black Iron Dwarves were enslaved by the Firefiend, Ragnaros, and they were left in the Blackstone Tower forever.

After witnessing the terrifying power of Ragnaros, the Copperbeard King and the Hammer King hurriedly retreated with their troops so as not to face the terrifying power of Ragnaros. The Copperbeard Dwarves returned to their homeland, Ironforge, while the Hammer Dwarves returned to the Grimbaatar homeland.

But because the wife of the Black Iron Dwarven King Thorisen was killed in battle at Grimbaatar, she temporarily cursed the city for all eternity. No one knows what the Hammer Dwarves saw when they returned home. In short, they fled their homes and decided never to return. The Hammer Dwarves made their way north, eventually settling in the Hinterland Forest, near Lordaeron.

They built the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fort on the hill and befriended the local griffins. This is the story of the Hammer Dwarves. Of course, Ares only knows a rough idea, but on Müller's side, he can talk about it for three days and three nights.

Eventually, after a month-long journey, Ares and Gianna finally arrived at Eagle's Nest Mountain. This stronghold of the Hammer Dwarves.

It's very tall, much taller than you think. Built on a steep slope, on both sides of the steps of the mountain road, there are many low houses, some of which are carved into the mountain, like caves. Densely packed buildings spread across the hillside, and in the middle of these dense houses is a huge statue of an eagle.

Many griffons circled over the mountain town, making terrible chirps, and if it weren't for Muller and a group of dwarves leading the way, Ares guessed that he would not have been able to make it up the mountain at all, and would have been attacked by these griffons as an intruder if he hadn't been halfway there. Although Ares had defeated the Frost Dragon, it was probably just an accident.

Perhaps because the other griffin knights had already returned to tell the information to Lord Furstad, the dwarves here did not show much hostility towards Ares, but looked at Ares with some reverence, the greatsword, the legend, has already said it all. The Hammer Dwarves worship heroes. As for Gianna, she is even more popular, as the daughter of an admiral, Gianna still has a good reputation among the Brute Hammer Dwarves.

In the Second Orc War, Dalin and the Hammer Dwarves were once allies of life and death. With that alone, Gianna won't be left out in the cold.

"Surprised, right? First time I saw Eagle's Nest Mountain Castle. ”

Walking ahead, Mueller said proudly. The dwarves will someday have a natural sense of pride in their architectural achievements, and it is understandable that many of Azeroth's defiant buildings are the work of the dwarves. For example, the Boulder Dam in the upper reaches of the wetlands, and the Sador Bridge south of the Arathi Heights.

These famous buildings were carved out by these little men with a hammer, and although Ares had not seen these sky-defying buildings with his own eyes, the Eagle's Nest Mountain Castle in front of him alone was enough to open his eyes. The huge eagle statue rose from the middle of the dense dwarf houses, and the height was at least a dozen stories high, and how such a huge stone block could be carved into such a lifelike eagle statue was incomprehensible to Ares's knowledge.

"Hmm."

Ares replied as calmly as he could. Although I would like to see every corner of this castle, it is obvious that I can't look around like this in front of the dwarves, and it seems that I lose my identity......

"There's an even greater building, inside this cliff."

Mueller said proudly.

As soon as Ares turned around, he just saw a large area of green forest and meadow in front of the Eagle's Nest Mountain Fortress, and the long-lost green was coming, which made Ares almost moved to tears.