Arthas thought very clearly, after the raid on Dammod Fortress, the first thing the orcs need to do is to launch a surprise attack when the human garrison on the opposite side does not react, this is the best opportunity to turn a tug-of-war into a blitzkrieg. Muradin looked up at Danas and received an affirmative answer from the legion commander.

Danas was a legionnaire after all, and his judgment was more reassuring to Muradin than Arthas's words. Seeing that Muradin had calmed down a little, Arthas turned to Danas and said, "The problem now ...... That's how to get to this fortress. Commander Danas, I don't know if there is a long enough rope in your barracks. ”

Looking up at the towering walls of the Dammod Fortress, Arthas shook his head and smiled wryly - it was not easy to climb up! Danas was also a little worried, and was about to inform his guards and return to the barracks to remind his lieutenant Ricks, to look for ropes as much as possible, and to transfer a few ballistas and rush over by the way...... Muradin suddenly spoke: "Just need to enter this fortress?" ”

Arthas was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes...... But it takes ...... to climb over the walls," Muradin interrupted Arthas, saying, "Don't be so troublesome, stand back a bit." With that, Muradin walked to the bottom of the fortress of Dammod, facing the gate several meters high, took a deep breath, and took a two-handed war hammer from the two two-handed weapons behind his back. ,…,

Arthas was still stunned, but Mograine reacted, pulled His Royal Highness the Prince back a few steps, and then blocked in front of Arthas, and reminded Danas and the others: "Stand back, he wants to smash this city gate." Hearing Mograini say this, everyone present hurriedly retreated. Mograine's body glowed with a golden light, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Look at Muradin, who was accumulating.

The means of defense of the fortresses of the world of Azeroth are similar, and in order to facilitate entry and exit, only a wooden iron-clad gate is retained; When the enemy attacks again, the iron gate made of stainless steel will be lowered and the city gate will be completely sealed. If Mograine was to do it now, he could open the gate, too—just attach the power of the Light to his blade and cut a hole large enough in the gate.

However, Muradin was not a paladin, but a warrior, and he did not use a two-handed axe behind his back, but intended to use a heavy hammer. This made Mograini feel very puzzled and curious - before he became a paladin, he must not have the strength to break through this city gate with a blunt weapon, even if the dwarves have more strength than humans, they can't do this, right? Mograini watched with interest as Muradin's movements began. Find out how the dwarven warrior wants to break through the gates. ,…,

Muradin clenched the hammer tightly in both hands, his feet slightly spread apart, still building up his strength. Gradually, on the back of Muradin's hands and neck, cyan tendons began to bulge out of the skin, as terrifying as huge earthworms. However, Muradin's changes didn't stop there, as time went on, his skin turned blue-black and darker.

Mograini couldn't help but think of the spell that the orc shaman used when he duel with himself, which also turned his body into this color, which not only increased his strength, but also strengthened his defense. But Muradin was a warrior? How is it possible for a warrior to use spells?

In Mograine's confusion, Muladin's skin continued to darken, and eventually, even the whole person grew larger. Arthas and the others couldn't see the front of Muradin, otherwise they would definitely find that the dwarven warrior's eyes had now turned blood-red. …,

"Drink!" With a shout, Muradin slammed his hammer into the wooden door covered in stainless steel. After a deafening loud bang, and sawdust flew up, Mograini watched with some amazement at Muradin's victory—not a hole in the gate, nor a hole in the gate. The entire city gate, the entire gate panel tens of meters square, was wiped out under the blow of Muradin, and only a few slightly larger wooden blocks remained, scattered around, witnessing the city gate where Zài once existed. ,…,

"Wow......" Winlessa couldn't help but exclaim, she didn't expect this dwarf to look stupid and stupid...... Uncle, he has such a strong strength. Danas couldn't help but sigh - no wonder the orcs had suffered heavy losses under the fortress of Dammod...... Nor did it manage to enter the fortress one step. A warrior like Muradin, let alone five thousand, even if there are only a hundred, is a powerful enough force on the battlefield.

Of course, things won't be as rosy as Danas imagined, and Muradin's actions will come at a price. Amid the exclamations of the crowd, the dwarven warrior slowly fell to the ground, still holding the hammer in his hand. "Muradin!" Arthas rushed forward to lift the dwarf from the ground, but he couldn't—a ten-year-old was too weak for this iron armor.

But Alsace finally breathed a sigh of relief. Muradin seems to be in good shape, and can still grin at himself, it should just be out of strength. Muradin, who didn't know why he was so close to him, smiled at the little ghost, and then gasped and said, "I'm fine, you guys hurry up and ...... it"

Arthas nodded, motioning for Mograine to hold on to Muradin, while the little prince himself entered the fortress of Dammod with Frostmourn and Winlesa, along with Danas and a small group of guards. As soon as he entered the fortress, Arthas clutched his forehead in frustration - at least half of his suspicions had come true. ,…,

The interior facilities of the Dammod Fortress are simple. In the middle of the fortress is a large open space, and the front and rear gates are facing each other, and if they are opened at the same time, they will become an unobstructed corridor. At this end of the bridge, facing the bridge, where the gates had just been smashed by Muradin, were straight; At the end facing the wetland, there is a semicircular wall with a curve. Arthas understood that such a wall would be more advantageous for resisting a frontal onslaught, and there would be no dead ends in defense.

Sticking to the walls of the city were a series of low bungalows, from which it seemed that they were the resting places of the dwarven warriors. However, the dwarven warriors who were supposed to be on guard on the ramparts, or resting in their rooms, were now lying in the open space in the middle of the fortress, countless barrels and sacs thrown everywhere, and some half-gnawed chicken bones.

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