"Black Iron Dwarves?" Arthas couldn't help but mutter—of course he had heard the name as a friendly Muradin, they were both branches of the Dwarves, but they were completely different from the Hammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves, they were evil and cunning, blindly power-seeking creatures, and the Hammer Dwarves and the Ironforge Dwarves were rivals, living in the burning plains of volcanoes and lava.

No wonder Orgrim was able to know the weaknesses of the dwarves, it turned out that the black iron dwarves also joined the battle this time - Arthas has long wondered, why the black iron dwarves did not take advantage of this orc invasion to attack the iron furnace fortress, I thought they didn't want to let the outside force interfere in the internal fighting of the dwarves, but I didn't expect these black iron dwarves to be far more cunning than Arthas thought, they even just wanted to use the orcs to reap the benefits.

"Goblins, black iron dwarves, and trolls, it seems that the strength of your tribe should not be underestimated, and there are so many forces that have chosen to help you." Arthas had a sneer on his face - these forces chose to take refuge when they saw the army of orcs, but these guys should not have imagined that humans were the ultimate victors, no matter what, the accounts they joined the tribe would definitely be sought back by the humans!

"What's big...... If we were really strong, we wouldn't have lost. Orgrim was a little apprehensive, but he couldn't help but ask, "I just want to know one question now, what happened to Grimbaatar?" ”

A lot happened on the battlefield last night, and the plot didn't develop at all the way Orgrim conceived it (White Night: Nonsense, of course the plot is up to me). But the most deadly thing is the appearance of the red dragon.

Orgrim figured it out now—the dragon had come from the southeast, and that was Grimbaatar's position; Until the army of orcs crumbled. Grom and Zuhd did not appear, but the human imp in front of him already knew about the Dammod Fortress, presumably Grom and the others did not take the fortress.

It is understandable that he could not take the fortress of Danmod, and perhaps Grom was a little anxious and did not wait for the dwarves to get drunk, which is also possible; But in any case, Ogrim couldn't figure it out. How could Grimbaatar go wrong?

Grimbaatar has most of the Warlocks of the Dragonthroat Clan, countless Red Dragons who have surrendered to the Horde, and Taranistaz who has betrayed the Red Dragons. And that mysterious Deathwing...... Why did such a heavily guarded Grimbaatar break away from the control of the tribe? Could it be that Deathwing abandoned the Horde?

"Nothing happened, I just walked in and rescued the queen of the red dragon. She flew to the battlefield again. Destroy your army, it's that simple. When Arthas had finished speaking, he remembered a little - well, yes, that's right.

"How could it be that if you just walked in like that? What about Necruz? What about Taranistaz? What about Deathwing? None of them stopped you? Ogrim felt that the human imp was simply insulting his own intellect.

"That's it, the ones you said...... Well, I don't know what it is, and I didn't see it in Taranny Staz either. Dead wings? What's that? "Arthas wasn't talking nonsense, he really didn't know what these things were.

"You ......" Ogrim, who felt like he was being teased, struggled with excitement. The iron rope made a rattling sound.

"Lord De Jong!" At that moment, a voice came from the door of the prison, and everyone in the prison turned their heads to see a palace guard standing there panting.

"What happened?" De Jong recognized that the guard had not followed him into the dungeon, but that something had happened in the palace outside, and had rushed to inform him.

"His Majesty King Solas has returned, and His Majesty King Terenus, and they are going to summon His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, so ......" The palace guard finished his task of conveying the order, and glanced at the people in the prison suspiciously—what was this doing?

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, we ......" De Jong was secretly happy in his heart - he was really fed up with listening to Arthas and the orc play dumb riddles in this prison, and he wished he could get out of here sooner.

"I see, Lord De Jong." Arthas nodded, pulled Frostgrief, who had become smiling from being touched on the top of his head, and took one last look at Orgrim, who was still angry, and turned to leave the prison door.

De Jong and the palace guards followed, moving their chairs out of their prisons; The four palace guards who were originally in charge of staying behind also took this opportunity to complete their rotation, and the other palace guard locked the door of the prison and guarded the door of the prison.

After crossing the long corridor again, Arthas was back on the ground. It was already morning outside, and the bright sunlight made him squint.

On this trip to the dungeon, Arthas only figured out the races in the world of Azeroth that have joined the orc side; After the end of the battle with the orcs, no matter how long it will take, when the kingdoms of humanity are restored, these races will surely pay the price for their wrong choices today.

Other than that, Arthas had found almost nothing on this trip to the dungeon - but he didn't really want to know anything, just to meet the orc Great Chief - and this time Arthas was personally involved in the war, and he did realize how cunning the enemy was.

As for the rest of the information, Arthas learned a lot from Naozu's memories; The rest ...... Now that the tide of the war has changed and the information has become dispensable, the next step is how to end the war perfectly - that is something that his father needs to consider.

Then again—Arthas's eyes adjusted to the light outside the dungeon, and he walked toward the council chamber—what did his father have to summon him?

Arthas was naturally not familiar with King Soras's palace, but he still had some impression of the way he came, and with De Jong's guidance, Arthas finally came to the door of the council chamber, and the head of the chamber, Kurbanke, was already waiting at the door.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince Alsace, you are here. The two kings and several mages were already inside. Kurbanke briefed Arthas on the situation as he helped the prince open the door to the council chamber.

"Hmm...... What the? Mage? Arthas walked absentmindedly into the council chamber, and waited until the door closed behind him before he suddenly realized what Kurbanke was talking about—mage? Where's the mage? (To be continued......)