Dammod Fortress, a slightly larger barracks, the half-hidden wooden door suddenly opened, and the "creak" in the silence of the night was particularly harsh.

A middle-aged man with a brown beard, bald forehead and the top of his head, wearing a silver-white standard plate armor, a red Riptide Fort robe, and a huge two-handed sword at his waist, stepped out of the barracks steadily, stayed at the door, looked up at the blue and white twin moons at the ends of the sky in the night sky, the worry in his heart was deeper, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Prince Danas?" On the side of the middle-aged man, there was a low cry of surprise, and at the same time, the identity of the middle-aged man was named - he was the head of the militia of the Stormgard Kingdom, the commander of the garrison of Fort Rapids at the northern end of the Sador Bridge, and the eldest prince of the generation of the Torbain family of the Stormgard Kingdom - Danas? Thorbain.

"Muradin? How did you...... Is your body okay? "Danas? Torbain turned his head and stood at the door of the barracks next to him, dressed as neatly dressed as himself, it was none other than Muradin, the king of the dwarven kingdom of Ironforge? Copper whiskers.

In the previous duel with the orc warrior, Muradin, who was unconscious due to loss of strength, has been in a state of deep sleep since he was rescued by two of the prince's guards of the Alsace prince back to the fortress of Danmod, just before nightfall, Danas also personally went to Muladin's room to check on his condition, at that time he was still sleeping positively, snoring loudly, I didn't expect to get up now.

"Hehe, I'm fine. We dwarves are born strong and strong, so it's good to get some sleep. Muradin scratched the back of his head and said innocently, his huge rosacea and the long beard on his chin trembling.

"It's okay." Danas nodded, and suddenly didn't know what to say, but walked to Muradin's side and patted him on the shoulder hard, and the iron gauntlet on his hand and Mulardin's shoulder armor collided with each other with a crisp sound. "It's okay."

"Hey! Not to mention, this time I lost to the green-skinned cub, although it was not easy, but I was the first to fall. Oh yes. Why am I okay? Prince Danas, you sent someone to bring me back? Muradin asked, curious.

"No, it's not. It was two of the Prince of Alsace's guards who brought you back. Danas shook his head, recovering Mograine and Weunlesa from Muradin, the subsequent Orc attack, and the dwarves who had been stationed at Dammod Fortress after sobering up. The two sides resisted the orc attack together and simply retold it to Muradin.

"Haha, those guys woke up, that's good, it looks like the greenskins' plan has failed this time. Well, this qiē is thanks to Arthas, and he saved me again...... Oh yes, what about little Arthas? I have to thank him. But this little ghost is really powerful, if it weren't for him, I don't know how this thing would end. Muradin thanked Arthas from the bottom of his heart and wanted to find him to say something grateful. I didn't think for a while, it was already late at night.

"Prince Arthas, he ......" Danas hesitated for a moment, but finally told him that Arthas had left the fortress of Dammod and was heading to the Red Dragon's lair, possibly in Grimbaatar, and then sighed and said, "I did my best to stop Prince Arthas, and even thought about keeping him here. However, his arrival at Grimbaatar was indeed arranged by his teacher, Sir Uther, and I ...... It is inconvenient to refuse. Alas, I really regret it now. If something happens to Arthas...... Danas' heart is full of remorse, but the matter is irreparable, and he can only pray for the Holy Light to bless the Prince of Arthas.

"Bang!" - Muradin slammed his fist against the stone wall of the barracks beside him, and cursed angrily: "This bastard! Subsequently. Muradin, recognizing that his actions were a little misunderstood, quickly explained, "Prince Danas, I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you. I mean......"

"Sir Uther?" Danas nodded in understanding, then answered as Muradin stopped—you can see it. Danas was also quite dissatisfied with Uther, otherwise with his calm character, he would not have pointed out Uther's name so bluntly.

Muradin didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either: "I really don't understand how he is a teacher." The king of Kurtilas, the mage of Dalaran are all outsiders, and even we are outsiders, and it is inconvenient to blame Arthas's actions. But since Uther was Arthas's teacher, it was his duty to take on this duty in his father's absence, so how could he let a little child go into danger like this? ”

Danas was silent - it wasn't that he disagreed with Muradin, but what was the point of saying that now? Seeing Muradin's bearded glaring, Danas wanted to enlighten him, so he half-jokingly said: "It's better to wait for the war to end, and I recommend to King Terenus that you be the teacher of the Prince of Arthas." ”

"Hehe, that's fine, I kind of like little Alsace's kid." Muradin smiled innocently, and then asked, "By the way, Prince Danas, what are you doing so late?" Why not get some rest? There should be a big battle tomorrow! I don't think those green-skinned crumbs are going to be at peace. But don't worry, since I'm awake now, I can also help with tomorrow's war! ”

"That's good, with you, the city defenses of the Danmod Fortress will be even stronger. But I'm not worried about this, now that your dwarven warriors have woken up, the Dammod Fortress is safe, when the orc army poured out and besieged the Dammod Fortress, but they couldn't even climb the city, not to mention that the attack of this group of orcs is far less powerful than it was at the beginning. I was just a little worried about the Prince of Arthas, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and walked. Danas first praised the bravery of Muradin and the dwarven warriors, and then explained the real reason for his late night.

"Hi...... But don't worry too much, Prince Danas, I see that the priest next to little Arthas (Muradin doesn't know what a paladin is) and the little girl of Quel'Salas are not weak, and Arthas is smart enough, if the green-skinned bastards in Grimbaatar are well guarded, they probably won't take the risk. Muradin comforted Danas.

"Well, I hope so." Danas sighed and was about to say something, when a neatly dressed militiaman from Fort Riptide ran quickly to this side, he walked through the wide courtyard of the Danmod Fortress, and shouted to Danas as he ran: "His Royal Highness Prince Danas, His Royal Highness Prince Danas!" The orcs outside the city are moving! (To be continued.) )