But the crisp clatter of gold and iron in the cave of the city gate, the sneer of the sharp blade entering the body, as if Arthas's hearing had been improved a hundredfold in an instant, kept burrowing into the ears of the little prince of Lordaeron. As the shouts and howls of killing and screaming from the cave in the city gate gradually fell silent, Arthas saw that another group of orcs rushed towards the fortress of Dammod.

The archers on the walls had stopped shooting at the orcs. Even trained archers can struggle to hit moving targets, especially when orcs run much faster than humans. At the same time, it is difficult to inflict any fatal injuries on these orcs, who are dressed in thick plate armor, unless they are shot in the face.

Only Winlessa was still trying, and the High Elves rangers were the most skilled archers in the entire Azeroth, but even Winlessa could barely kill three or five orc warriors before the orcs rushed to the city gate, and soon, the noisy shouts of killing resounded in the city gate.

"That's enough, Frost, you ......" Arthas finally couldn't stay silent. Despite his conflicts, Arthas is determined not to be a bystander. These heroic warriors can no longer be allowed to die a heroic death, although it is a choice they have made voluntarily, but if there is the slightest possibility, who wants to be buried in the ground of a foreign land forever, leaving only a name engraved on the monument to their relatives back home?

But before Arthas could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by another louder roar, so loud that it drowned out the noise in the cave of the city gate: "Muradin? What happened to you? Damn, who's going to sue me, what the hell is going on? ”

Dwarves and humans do not speak the same language, although they can communicate with each other. As soon as he heard this voice, Arthas knew that it was the group of dwarven warriors who were supposed to defend the fortress of Dammod, and someone had woken up. Arthas's words were interrupted, and he did not give a final order to Frost Sorrow, but temporarily suppressed the guilt and self-blame in his heart - when Yiqiē started again, Arthas's state of mind changed greatly, and he was no longer the young prince who was passionate about defending his family and country, but became a little troubled (Author's words: Mother-in-law and Mother are annoying).

After a while, the two dwarven warriors, untidy and untidy, hurriedly ran up to the head of the fortress of Danmod, and did not care about the people on the city wall, ran to the city wall first, held on to the gap in the battlements and looked out, and actually accused each other: "Torun (Isma), it's all your fault, I said a long time ago, don't drink too much when defending the city, you just don't listen, now it's okay, almost everyone is done playing together!" ”

The two dwarves scolded each other as if no one was around, and even had the intention of making a move, which made Danas a little helpless, and walked up to them and said, "Two, I am the commander of the Rapids Militia Legion, Danas Torbain. Are you the commander of this fortress? ”

"I am (I am)!" The two dwarves replied together. Danas was stunned for a moment, and the two dwarves said in unison, "He's not (he's not)!" "It's going to be a quarrel again. Danas reluctantly dissuaded, and finally figured out the identities of the two dwarves in the midst of the arguing of the two dwarves.

The two dwarves, one named Torun Molten and the other Isma Broken Stone, were the commanders of the five thousand dwarven warriors in the fortress. In Danas's eyes, all the dwarves looked the same, but luckily of the two, Toren had a larger beard, so he could barely tell which one was which.

Danas didn't care that the two dwarves were still arguing, and quickly explained the current shape to the two dwarves. As Danas spoke, the two dwarves fell silent, and their expressions became stern. When Danas had finished, Toren bowed to Danas and said, "Thank you so much!" If you hadn't rushed over to help, we would have been completely finished! ”

Isma also thanked Danas like Toruń, and this time he was on the same side as Toruń. Danas hurriedly excused himself - what is there to be thankful for the dwarves who have guarded the fortress of Dammod for so long, and the humans have only replaced them for a morning?

After thanking Danas, Toren frowned and said loudly: "I'm not afraid to sue you, those guys under my command, I'm afraid it will be a while before they wake up!" Isma continued, "Yes, when I first came up, I saw you in the cave of the city gate, fighting fiercely with those green cubs! ”

Danas nodded - there is no way to do this, relying on the city's fortress to fight like this, if you launch a general attack on the orcs in the field, I don't know how many people will die! Toren thought for a moment and said, "No, we have to think of a way to help you, those human boys, it's too bad!" ”

Isma also nodded, his eyes swept around the city walls, and suddenly spoke, "Why haven't you used those ballistas?" Danas's gaze drifted to Isma's ballistae that had been placed at the head of the fortress of Dammod, and had now been removed to make room for the archers to fire.

Danas didn't know why his soldiers didn't use these ballistas. The defense of the city had always been commanded by his lieutenant, Ricks. Seeing this, Ricks hurriedly said: "Although those ballistas can be operated, there are no suitable crossbow arrows!" We tried a few times with our spears, but we couldn't shoot very far, so we didn't use them. ”

Toren looked unfathomable and said, "Oh, you don't know what these treasures are for!" Isma, go to the cellar and get some crossbow arrows! Isma was furious and cried out, "Why should I go?" I'm not your subordinate! If you want to go, you should go! I'm the Supreme Commander here! ”

The two dwarves quarreled again, but this time it didn't take long, and soon, Toruń, who had lost to Isma, ran down the city reluctantly, while Isma triumphantly fiddled with one of the ballistas. Arthas, Danas and the others, although a little inexplicable, could only stand to the side and watch the two dwarves who still exuded a strong smell of alcohol in their mouths and bodies playing treasures.

Soon, Toruń ran up the city wall with two long bundles of crossbow arrows in his hand, and threw them at Isma's feet, causing Isma to cry out, "Toruń, you fool! How many times have I sued you, be careful, be careful, be careful? ”