Prince Danas 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.

As Prince Danas and his party walked along, the soldiers and dwarves of Riptide 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 eager soldiers had moved benches from the barracks for their commanders to sit on.

"Your Excellency, please be seated." Danas did not forget the etiquette of Ms. Jì's priority 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 Lessa: "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 strict, couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and he sat down on the bench opposite Alsace, 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, took a big sip with his head tilted, and then asked Alsace, "It was strange for me from the beginning." Little Arthas, you seem to know me very well, huh? But I don't remember seeing you? ”

Prince Danas was amused by the nickname, and he sat down on the other side of Mograini, took two small barrels from a dwarven warrior, and divided one into Mograini's hands. He took a sip as Muradin did, and was stunned by the slightly bitter and spicy taste, and then looked at Arthas, the marshal of Riptide Castle, 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 twenty years later, could he? However, he cleverly blamed the problem on his friend Varian, because ......

"Oh, that child......" said Muradin, taking a sip of ale, "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.

Evading Muradin's questioning, Arthas had just breathed a sigh of relief when chaos reappeared - Frostmourn went from behind his master to the front, stretched out his hand and unceremoniously pulled the Red Dragon Queen, and said loudly, "Hey, stupid dragon." Go away, the location next to the owner is Xiaoshuang's! ”

Big Stupid Dragon...... Both Muradin and Danas were dumbfounded, and Muradin 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? Mograini was used to the boring arguing between Frostmourn and the Red Dragon Queen. He took a small sip of his wine very calmly, and was surprised by the spirits made by the dwarves—there was no such strong wine in Lordaeron!

As early as when Muradin and the others were seated, the celebration of the entire Dammud fortress had already begun, except for a few soldiers who might 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 campfire, drinking and dancing at the same time, the whole 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......" Mutadin and Danas almost fell into their barrels and drowned--the Red Dragon Queen didn't react, but muttered and grumbled, arching 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's supposed to be 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 normal-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. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued.) )