"That's the legendary Ember Bringer?"

"A legendary weapon indeed......"

Although the relationship between the Hammer Dwarves and the Copperbeard Dwarves is not very good, the Hammer Dwarves are still admired and affirmed by their passion for the craft of forging and their penchant for legends. Not only is this weapon from the hands of the bronstacle dwarven king Magni highly crafted, but it also tells the story of a legendary necro buster, with which Ares slayed a frost dragon alone.

The news had spread in the Eagle's Nest before Ares arrived.

Surprisingly, the Hammer Dwarves sacrificed twenty-six griffon knights for that battle, but the dwarves did not express much dissatisfaction with this, and in their eyes, they contributed their strength to the fight against the evil of this world.

The problem that Ares had been worried about was almost solved.

Finally, after climbing countless steps, passing through countless streets and small markets, Ares was led by Müller to the King's Hall, the meeting place of the Hammer Dwarven leader Vorstad. It is built in the middle of a cliff, and from the balcony of the hall, the head of the eagle statue can be seen just in time.

The sun sets over the distant mountains, illuminating the silhouette of the eagle in a particularly tall light. The dwarves of the entire Eagle's Nest also ended their busy day and retreated into their mountain huts. In the dense houses, the noise faded away. The tranquility and serenity of life is intoxicating.

"You're Ares?"

As soon as they met, the Hammer Leader Vorstad greeted him warmly. Ares once imagined meeting the dwarven king, would the dwarven king be so arrogant that an ordinary ranger would despise you like the High Elves? But after the actual meeting, none of this happened, on the contrary, the leader of the Hammer, Furstad, was very enthusiastic. Instead of sitting on his throne, he stood in the middle of the hall to greet Ares.

"Well, honorable Lord Furstad."

With that, Ares stooped down and saluted the leader of the Hammer Dwarves. The big lord standing in front of him is not an ordinary person, he is the brute hammer hero who went deep into Kazmodan with the human mage Luo Ning and the elven ranger Wenlesa to rescue the Red Dragon Queen.

"Ha, Paladin, I have seen warriors like you, who hold fast to their glory and faith on the battlefield, who can bless everyone with one enemy and ten, and who can also heal the wounded on the battlefield. Yes, I like you, kid. ”

Furstad said, laughing heartily. The dwarves are notoriously enthusiastic, but Ares doesn't like the dwarves calling themselves children...... Although, in terms of age, they are indeed much older than themselves. However, it always seems uncomfortable to address a child. Especially when the other person is half your height.

But it's not good to be too careful, so it's a matter of following the locals.

While Ares was talking to the Hammer leader Vorstad, the dwarves had already brought up all the food for the dinner. The King's Hall is both a reception hall and a dinner hall. And the dwarves seem to have a very strange habit, their dinner party is held in the afternoon, and lasts until late at night, in the middle, the food on the table is continuous, you can eat and drink constantly, and stop to rest, and brag with everyone, drink cup by cup, until everyone is pot-bellied and drunk, and the dinner is over.

Too welcoming? No, it's conventional......

The thought of eating a meal for hours makes Ares difficult, he does not reject food and wine, but fighting for hours on end is not something that a normal person can bear, or if he does not have this habit, he will die of death.

But in the same way, Ares is not easy to say anything.

Venison jerky, wild fish slices, spider sausages, crab cakes, boiled mussels, mountain dog steaks, boiled yang scale fish, bear meat burgers, when a plate of delicious food was served, Ares was undoubtedly moved to almost tears, these are the classic delicacies of Azeroth, Ares remembers that he was still a little newcomer, first entered Azeroth, ran all over the world, full of novelty about everything, in order to practice cooking, ran all over the Eastern Kingdom, at that time, saw those recipes on the screen, I suddenly felt that what I usually ate in my daily life. And now, finally, you have the opportunity to taste the authentic taste of Azeroth.

"Are you saying that this is still the vanguard of the Scourge Legion, and the real army of the undead is still in Northrend?"

The dwarves munched on fat as they chatted with Ares, an outsider, and the conversation soon turned to the events of the Scourge invasion. Vorstad asked directly about the Scourge Legion. Until then, the Hammer Clan had no idea what was happening in the outside world, and the towering mountains had prevented the spread of the plague. Coupled with the abundant products and beautiful environment of Hinterland, the Hammer Dwarves are also happy to stay on their own territory and have no ambitions to expand. After getting close to nature, there is no heart to conquer, just like the night elves, who spend tens of thousands of years in the forest......

"Yes, the Lich King is still asleep at the top of the North Pole, and this attack on the Scarlet Crusaders is nothing more than the advance army of the Scourge Legion. That's why I had time to go south and look for alliances. ”

Biting into the tender and juicy bear meat, Ares said indistinctly. This kind of embarrassment is a very disrespectful manifestation of each other in human society and elven society, but in the dwarf world, it is a very normal existence, and the guests' nostalgia for food means that their food is delicious and delicious, which is an affirmation of the dwarves' products and craftsmanship.

"The alliance has long ceased to exist."

Furstad returned peacefully.

"The old alliance doesn't exist anymore, and new ones are being formed."

After swallowing the bear meat in his mouth, Ares replied earnestly. For a while, the atmosphere on the field was a little dull, and the implication of Ares's words was known to the dwarves.

But the dwarves deliberately left the topic aside.

"It's a long way from Eagle's Nest to Stormwind, and it could take a long time, Ares."

Furstad continued.

"How long will it take?"

"A year, or more."

……

At this time, Ares was a little speechless, he had calculated the map of Azeroth, and once thought that it would take about half a year from Lordaeron to Stormwind, but when the Brute Hammer Dwarf said this, Ares suddenly realized that it was a straight-line distance, not an actual distance. From the Plaguelands to the south, it was a difficult trek over tall mountains, through the Arathi Highlands, and over the Swamps of the Wetlands.