Zi was right, when the order to allow the carnival was given, both the human soldiers and the dwarven warriors showed excited expressions. Walking down the stairs at the head of the fortress of Danmod, Alsace was filled with the frenzied shouts of the soldiers, such as "Long live Prince Danas!" Words like that.

A bonfire had been lit in the courtyard, and groups of dwarves were lining up, barrels of barley wine being carried into the courtyard in an orderly manner along the conveyor belt they had formed with their hands.

Watching Prince Danas and his party walk all the way, the soldiers and dwarves of Riptide Castle got out of the way, allowing Danas and the others to walk to the middle of the courtyard, next to the largest bonfire, where the courteous soldiers had already moved benches from the barracks for their commander to sit on.

"Your Excellency, please be seated." Danas did not forget the etiquette of ladies first this time, and made a "please" gesture to the Red Dragon Queen, and the Red Dragon Queen naturally held her head high, looking like "it should have been like this a long time ago", and sat down unceremoniously in the middle of a bench, and then beckoned to Wen Leisa: "Come here, sit." ”

"Oh, oh." Winlessa nodded, trotted over to the side of the Red Dragon Queen, and sat down cautiously; Seeing this, Arthas sat on the same bench as the Red Dragon Queen, then waved his hand to Mograini and said, "Mograine, you don't have to be restrained, it's time to rest these days after a long journey, and I'm not good at drinking, so you can drink a few more drinks with Prince Danas for me." Forget about Muladin, he's a wine barrel! ”

Even Mograine, who had always been serious, couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and he sat down on the bench opposite Arthas, patted his side, and said loudly to Muradin: "Come on, barrel warrior, let's see how good you can drink!" ”

"Strange ......" Muradin didn't care about being called a "barrel", perhaps for them dwarves, it was a compliment. He took a barrel of ale from the dwarven warrior next to him, unceremoniously huddled around Mograini, tilted his head and took a big sip, and then asked Arthas, "I was strange from the beginning, little Arthas, you seem to know me well?" But I don't remember seeing you? ”

Prince Danas was amused by the name "Barrel Warrior", and he sat down on the other side of Mograine, took two small barrels from the hands of a dwarven warrior, divided one into Mograine's hand, and took a sip in Muradin's imitation, and was stunned by the slightly bitter and spicy taste, and then looked at Arthas, the marshal of Fort Rapids, who was also eager to find out.

"This ...... Oh, by the way, I'm good friends with Prince Varian of Stormwind, and I've often heard him talk about the friendship between the dwarves and Stormwind. "Arthas didn't know how to explain his familiarity with Muradin—he couldn't just say that he had come back after twenty years, could he? However, he cleverly blamed the problem on his friend Varian, because ......

"Oh, that child...... Muradin, as he took a sip of ale, sighed, "When the child was born, I went to Stormwind to congratulate King Ryan on behalf of my brother." Alas, who knows later...... It's unfortunate. "The dwarven kingdom of Ironforge gave these southbound immigrants a lot of help when the kingdom of Azeroth made the capital of Stormwind, and the relationship between the two countries has always been very harmonious, and there are many contacts between the royal family, so Muradin knows Varian.

Dodging Muradin's questioning, Arthas had just breathed a sigh of relief when chaos reappeared - Frost's sorrow went around from behind his master to the front, stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pulled the Red Dragon Queen, and said loudly: "Hey, big stupid dragon, go away, the place next to the master is Xiaoshuang's!" ”

Big Stupid Dragon...... Muradin and Danas were dumbfounded, and Muradin even forgot to put down the cask of ale that was still pouring wine into his mouth, and almost choked to death with a mouthful of wine - the stupid dragon? This entourage girl of the Prince of Arthas, who doesn't know where it came from, actually dares to call the Red Dragon Queen a stupid dragon? Mograine, accustomed to the boring arguing between Frostmourn and the Red Dragon Queen, took a calm sip and was surprised by the spirits made by the dwarves—Lordaeron didn't have such a strong drink!

As early as when Muradin and the others were seated, the celebration of the entire Dammod Fortress had already begun, except for a few soldiers who may have ulterior motives who were still serving by Danas's side, most of the human soldiers and all the dwarves had long forgotten their identities, holding large cups and kegs high, singing and laughing around the bonfire, drinking and dancing, and for a time the entire fortress was boiling and very noisy.

However, the air suddenly became cold next to the largest campfire, and both Danas and Muradin stared closely at the Red Dragon Queen, seeing what the god who could kill a hundred thousand orcs in a fit of rage would do to the maiden who had offended her dignity.

"Cut...... Let it go...... If you are really rude, you can't talk well? Why do you want to get someone's shoulder, it hurts......" Something happened that made Muradin and Danas almost fall into their barrels and drown—the Red Dragon Queen didn't react, but muttered and grumbled, and arched Winlesa to the right to make way for Frost Grief.

This...... What's going on? Her Excellency turned out to be such a kind person...... Oh no, dragons? This really doesn't look like a concession made by the god who killed 100,000 orcs! - Muradin and Danas stared wide-eyed, forgetting to drink for a moment.

Frost Sorrow was a little disappointed, and wanted to take this opportunity to find the stubble of this stupid dragon, but she didn't expect her to be cowardly; With a little dissatisfaction, Frost Sorrow squeezed between Arthas and the Red Dragon Queen, hugged one of Arthas's arms at once, and then suddenly became happy, smiling and resting his head on Arthas's ...... On the head—well, it should be resting on the shoulder, but the difference in height is really touching.

"Prince Arthas, this is ......," Danas asked, unable to contain the curiosity in his heart. Muradin also put down the barrel in his hand, and waited curiously for Arthas's answer - from the beginning, he was a little puzzled, why the human-looking human girl next to little Arthas allowed himself to smell the cold breath of the Cold Ridge Mountains?

"Oh, this is my fiancée, you can call her Frost. Xiaoshuang, say hello to people. Arthas was half held firmly by Frost Sorrow, and her head was pressed against her, and he could only answer Danas's question in a very stiff body position.

Although he got the master's order to "greet the group of mortals", Frost's sorrow was unwilling to carry it out - now Xiaoshuang is so happy, hugging the master's arm, his face is against the master's hair, and the plush is so comfortable, so don't stand up and greet this group of guys! —so Frost Sorrow just rubbed his cheek against the top of Arthas's head, and it counted as a nod of greeting.

Fiancee? Isn't it too early? - Danas didn't care too much if Frost's Sorrow was polite, but the Prince of Arthas looked so young, how could King Terenus give him a fiancée? After all, he is the only prince of Lordaeron, that is...... This girl will be the future queen of Lordaeron?

Of course, Danas, who is also a nobleman, also knows from the name "Frost" that this future Queen Her Majesty may not be a noble-born person; However, Danas did not attach much importance to this, and in the kingdom of Stormgard, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, or even a slave, they were on an equal footing in the system of military merit. Danas was only amused by the fact that the Prince of Arthas showed a distinctive maturity at every turn, but he did not expect the same in this regard; Seeing that this "Your Excellency Fiancée" is so clingy to Prince Alsace, you know that this little prince is also a master in love!

On Frost's sad side, the Red Dragon Queen kept staring at the barrel in the hands of Muradin and the others, not knowing