Of course, the lifespan of human beings is too short, so there are no scholars who can give an answer to the origin of the dwarves, but the dwarves themselves, because the elders who have lived the longest among them can only recall some sporadic events more than 2,000 years ago, so human and dwarven scholars generally believe that this population appeared about 2,800 years ago, when humans and high elves had just finished their joint war against trolls.

"How did the dwarves end up in the Arathi Heights?" Mograini asked, confused. Arthas shook his head, he didn't know why. Looking up at the location of the two moons, Arthas roughly deduced that it was now less than two hours after midnight.

"Winlessa, when did those dwarves start making noise?" Alsace wanted to figure this out. For when they set up camp, they did not find such a dwarven camp in the distance. Wen Lesa recalled carefully and said, "It was probably not long ago. There was a sound over there at first...... But it got bigger after midnight, and then the bonfire was lit again, and I saw the light of the fire before I went to you, and then ......"

Winlesa didn't continue, and the image of Frost Sorrow buried between Arthas's legs and a thick white stick peeking out of her lips came to her mind. Arthas saw that Winlessa's entire face, including her ears and neck, was burning red, and she knew that the High Elf was not as innocent as she seemed, at least, she knew what she and Frostmourn were doing. ,…,

But Arthas could only cry out in his heart, and there was nothing he could do about it. But...... What is it that makes these dwarves noisy? Arthas decided to visit the dwarven camp for himself. Mograini listened to Arthas's thoughts and hurriedly vetoed: "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, this is too dangerous, we don't know what the origin of those dwarves is. ”

Dwarves are found in three parts of the world of Azeroth. One is the Ironforge Dwarves who are friendly to humans, and the other is the Eagle's Nest Mountain Dwarves who are more difficult to get along with, but they have nothing to do with humans. And the third place is the evil and cunning Black Rock Mountain Dwarves, who call themselves "Black Iron Dwarves" and always attack pedestrians and caravans passing through their territory for no reason.

Arthas understood what Mograine was worried about, and he analyzed for the paladin, "Mograine, I know your concern. But the dwarves are either the dwarves of Ironforge or the dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain. The Black Iron Dwarves, through the double blockade of the fortress of Guò Dammod and the outpost of the kingdom/army of Stormgard, came to the Arathi Heights, and the possibility of still making a lot of noise here is almost zero, not to mention ......"

Arthas glanced at Frost Sorrow, who was smiling breathlessly. Mograine understood what His Highness meant - there was another god here, and even if the dwarves had bad intentions, what could they do? Mograine nodded, no longer obstructed, Arthas walked quickly towards the dwarven camp, Frost Sorrow hurriedly followed behind his master, almost colliding with Winlesa with the same purpose, the two women glared at each other fiercely, and then snorted coldly, and stopped paying attention to each other, Mograine thought about it, but still did not wait in place, but followed Arthas towards the place where the dwarves' song came from. ,…,

As the singing became clearer and clearer, Arthas and the others gradually approached the dwarven camp. Three or four bonfires scattered and lit up a large area nearby, and about eleven or twelve dwarven warriors in plate armor and horned iron helmets were gathering together to revel, skins, wooden cups, and small wine barrels, and various containers filled with liquids clashing together, and several drunken dwarves blushing and singing loudly, while others gathered together to make a noise and burst into bursts of unbridled laughter. …,

Not far from the campfire, Arthas saw a small group of war sheep tied together. The massive body is slightly smaller than the most robust war horse in the human race, but it is not far behind; In addition to the saddle sheath worn on the body, the biggest difference between the war sheep and the war horse is that the head of the war sheep has a pair of ring-shaped horns, and the sharp horn tips are facing forward, shining coldly in the moonlight.

This is a mount used by the dwarves, because they live in the mountains and even in the mountains all year round, and the dwarves need a mount that is good at walking in the mountains, so they tamed the goats and gradually evolved into such a new type of large mount. From the thick fur of these war sheep, Arthas was certain that this was a group of dwarves from Ironforge. ,…,

The three main settlements of the dwarves...... The Eagle's Nest in Hinterland, with a climate similar to that of the Arathi Highlands, is hotter and full of volcanoes that erupt at any moment, and magma gathers into streams that flow through the black earth. Only the Iron Fort Fort, which is friendly with humans, is covered with ice and snow all year round, and the war sheep ridden by the dwarves there are naturally extremely hardy, and the appearance is that the hair on the body is surprisingly long.

While calculating, Arthas was approaching the edge of the dwarven camp, and he could clearly see the drunken dwarves going crazy. Among the dwarves, there was one dwarf who stood out, not only because of his stature that was a head taller than the rest of his companions, but also because of the two two-handed weapons that were almost the same length as his height on his back. The main thing is that Arthas knows the dwarf.

"Muradin!" Arthas couldn't help but shout, "Muradin, Copperbeard!" The sudden sound made the leader of the dwarves, who was surrounded by many dwarves, raise his head alarmingly, and saw the group on the other side of the campfire through the figures of his already drunken and frantic companions.

Sucking in his large rosacea, the dwarven leader reached out and pulled away his two companions who were fighting wine, and walked over to Arthas. He stood opposite Arthas, narrowed his eyes, swept his gaze over the four of them one by one, grinned, and said with a grin, "What did I find?" The little imp head of a human aristocracy. A bottle of Quel'Salas**, a ......",...,

Seeing Frost's sorrow, the dwarven leader sniffed his nose again and continued, "One...... Damn, you give me the feeling of being like ice on Coldridge Mountain...... I should have added an extra piece of clothing...... And you, my friend, are you a warrior or a priest? Oh...... It's fun, now, my friends, are you going to join us in the party? It's a wine festival! ”

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