"So, you're from the Copperbeard Clan? Ironforge's men of King Magni? ”

During the night, Ares went to the dwarf's room, locked the door, and asked about the situation. Gianna also deliberately arranged the entire room with a magic isolation net to avoid all sound transmission, you know, this kind of simple hostel, the sound insulation effect is very bad. In order to prevent some people with ulterior motives from eavesdropping, we have to be careful.

"Hmm. Fighting against us are the men of the Black Iron Clan. ”

Bronkerbeard Dwarf's squad leader, Arrin. Gondolis said with a bow. The wrinkles on his face were deeper, deeper than any human Ares had seen, and it was estimated that even in the dwarven society, it was the presence of a middle-aged uncle. The armor on his body left a lot of marks from being slapped and slashed. It seems that in the years he became a warrior, he had fought against fierce enemies. Ares reveres such warriors, who fight with their own hands and bodies, and every time they fight, they pass by death. Even if there are not many military exploits, the spirit of the warrior is worthy of praise.

"Black Iron Clan, what are they doing here?"

Ares asked. In my impression, the Black Iron Dwarves should live in the area of the Burning Plains, and the Black Stone Abyss in the Black Stone Tower is their base camp and the lair of Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, why did they run to the area of Arathi and the wetlands?

"Destroy the Sador Bridge. Their goal is the Sadol Bridge. ”

Arrin said, his eyes narrowing in a line, as if recalling their battle with Black Iron and the generational feud between the two tribes.

"The Sadol Bridge?"

Ares asked. If what the Copperbeard Dwarf said is true, then the Black Iron Dwarf can't be allowed to succeed. The Sador Bridge connects the Arathi Highlands with the wetlands, and to put it bluntly, this bridge connects the two continents of the north and south, and it is not an ordinary bridge, it is one of Azeroth's engineering marvels - the sea-crossing bridge.

If this bridge is destroyed, then it may be a long way to go south to Stormwind. The coastline of the Arathi Highlands is full of cliffs, and there is simply no place to moor a boat.

"Yes, ever since we discovered their plot, we've been fighting these Black Iron tribesmen to stop them from destroying the bridge. Great Lord Ares, you may not know that the Black Iron Tribe and the Brute Hammer Clan are ......"

"No, I know, I know your story, the Three Hammers War, yes, I know that history."

Arrin was about to tell the history of their dwarves so that Ares could better understand the conflict, but Ares interrupted him and said that he knew the history. Humans generally know very little about the history of dwarves and other races, but the paladin in front of him seems to know a lot about the history of dwarves, which can't help but surprise Arrin again.

"It's a big deal, just the people of you? I mean, didn't you ask for help from the Hammer Clan or the Stormwind Kingdom? ”

Ares asked, staring at the Copperbeard Dwarf Captain Arrin in front of him. Things are coming to light step by step. It seems that arranging for these dwarves to live was a very correct decision.

"We asked Varian for reinforcements, but King Varian, who has always been resolute, dragged his feet this time, refusing King Magni's request or saying that he would send reinforcements. That's why we're alone. The most important thing is that the Brute Hammer tribe didn't even care about this matter, damn it, they have been hiding in the Eagle's Nest Mountain and living a life of retirement. ”

Arrin spoke, squirting in all directions, spraying both Varian and the Brutehammer tribe. It was as if the entire eastern kingdom of Azeroth was the only one left to save the world. Drum couldn't help but frown, the efforts of the entire Lordaeron remnant seemed to be overlooked.

"Looks like Stormwind has a serious problem."

Ares said with a frown.

"Well, there's no other way now."

Yarlin sighed.

"The innkeeper and the people here, why do they reject you so much?"

Ares continued to ask. Many issues need to be clarified and solved urgently. Ares even felt that it was too timely for him to settle this group of dwarves, otherwise, he would have to pass by the Sadol Bridge in no apparent way, and when the time comes, when he encounters the black iron dwarves, he will not be as good at talking as the copperbeard dwarves. After being enslaved by Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, the Black Iron Dwarves changed their temperament drastically, becoming enemies of almost all intelligent beings in this world.

"Or because of the Black Iron Clan. In fact, since the Iron Fort is far away from the Sadol Bridge, it is impossible for us to send too many troops here, and the Black Iron Clan has a permanent stronghold on the south bank of the Sadol Bridge, damn it, we only found out after we came here, they had planned to blow up the Sadol Bridge, and they had been preparing for this for several years. The people of southern Arathi had helped us before, but they were soon met with retribution from the Black Iron Clan. These Black Iron tribes possess Shadow Assassins, and these are the Assassins who have bypassed the watchtowers and taken revenge on the humans. so that humans no longer help us. I understand what is happening today in the tavern, they don't want to get into trouble. If it were us, maybe the same. ”

Arrin said, sighing and bowing her head.

"How many troops do you have at the Sadol Bridge?"

Ares asked.

"Two thousand, in fact, less than two thousand, some people have gone to the rear to be responsible for transporting grain, and the wetland plain is 80% swamp, and there is no farmland that can produce grain at all. This is also the reason why some Stormwind merchants are desperate. ”

Yarlin replied. Ariston then understood what the merchants in the tavern were doing, transporting grain from the south to the north, which could be sold for a good price because of the lack of grain on the northern continent, and then exchanged for iron tools or other minerals from the north, which were in surplus in the north and could be bought at a very low price and sold in the south. So that both sides earn. The profits are substantial. But to take the risk, you must know that from Stormwind to Lordaeron, along the way, there are not only orcs, black iron dwarves, and all kinds of beasts, but also to the area north of Arathi, you also have to face the undead of the natural calamity. In this respect, these merchants are no different from adventurers.

"The strength of the Black Iron Dwarves?"

Ares continued.

"I don't know, but it's certain that they outnumber us, and, with that militarized fortress, they can defend with ease."

Yarlin said resentfully.

"Arrin, even though we've only known each other for one night, I've decided to help you defeat those Black Iron Dwarves."

After Arrin finished speaking, Ares returned seriously and earnestly.

The dwarves in front of them had shocked expressions on their faces at first, and then their expressions darkened again.

"Friend, on behalf of the Copperbeard Clan, thank you for your friendship. However, I'm afraid that with the strength of you and me, we can't change the situation of the battle here. ”

Yarlin returned sincerely.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

As he spoke, Ares removed the Ash Messenger from his back and peeled off the black cloth wrapped around his sword. In front of him, a golden giant sword suddenly appeared. The white crystal on the blade of the sword was like a bright sun, emitting a dazzling golden light.

The dwarves in front of them suddenly showed extremely surprised expressions. They looked at the greatsword and couldn't believe their eyes.

"This is? I have heard of a sword, forged by His Majesty Magni himself, and inlaid with a brilliant white crystal, and its name is the Ember Bringer. Could it be that this sword in your hand is ......?"

Shocked, Yarlin asked in a trembling voice.