Although he sincerely thanked the Red Dragon Queen for her help to the human alliance, when he heard the words of the Red Dragon Queen, Muradin was still a little unhappy in his heart - is this the legendary god? For mortals, their attitude is such a fluttering "are they dead"? Is the life of a dwarf less important than a large meal in the eyes of these gods?

Arthas knew what the Red Dragon Queen meant - in Grimbaatar's vault, this guy had said that the rules of life could not be violated, that is, if the dwarf was dead, the Red Dragon Queen would not come to her rescue.

"Well, not dead yet." The Red Dragon Queen naturally didn't need Arthas to help her confirm the life and death of this dwarf, as the controller of the rules of life, she had her own way of judging.

With a slight fealt, the Red Dragon Queen knew that the dwarf wasn't dead—not dead, but almost.

What a trouble—the Red Dragon Queen yawned, waved at the dwarf lying on the table, and hurried back to her seat—the feast, the feast was still waiting for her!

"There's a response!" Muradin shouted, and everyone's eyes were taken back from the strange red dragon queen, placed on the dwarf, and then dumbfounded.

The wounds of Mograini and others, who had no countermeasures, had actually begun to heal slowly; The dwarf's faint breathing flattened as the wound healed visibly.

Eventually, the dwarf opened his eyes—pale blue pupils, which gradually faded from dissipation to focus. In the end, it stopped on Muradin's surprised face.

"Brother...... Brother, are you? I...... Where is this? Those...... Those orcs...... My ...... Weapon ......" The dwarf struggled to his feet from the table, trying to jump to the ground.

"You're awake. Don't move; I'm Muradin, from Ironforge. Muradin hurriedly stepped forward and helped the dwarf who was recovering from his serious injuries.

"Muradin? I...... I'm ...... ...... from Eagle's Nest Mountain Furstad, Furstad? Brute Hammer. The dwarf stood still with Muradin's support, shook his head, and after a brief introduction to himself, began to look at the humans around him.

"Vorstad, you are indeed a member of the Brute Hammer Clan!" Muradin shook Furstad's arm with some excitement. Then he said excitedly to Arthas and the others, "Vorstad is from the Brute Hammer Clan, and he is the brother kingdom of our Ironforge Castle!" ”

Turned out to be an ally of Ironforge. That's the allies of humanity—everyone present had a score in their hearts, and they all nodded to Furstad.

"Muradin, my ...... What about the clansmen? Furstad regained his senses a little, and began to care for his fellow-men.

"They...... They ......" Muradin opened his mouth. Speechless.

Just on the battlefield. Muradin quickly found from memory the area where the Hammer Dwarves were fighting, and what he found there...... Only corpses.

The corpses of the dwarves alternated with those of the griffins, all of them with their throats cut; Among the corpses everywhere, Muradin rummaged through the corpses, and found only one dwarf, Furstad, who still had a good breath, and hurriedly led him through the gates of Rapidsburg, which had no door panels, and under the guidance of the guards, he went to King Solas's palace, hoping to seek treatment for Vorstad.

"Really......" Furstad's pale blue eyes darkened. His voice began to choke.

Muradin patted the man on the shoulder and comforted him—every warrior. They have all experienced the pain of losing their comrades, and it is quite difficult to endure, and it is even more unfortunate that such sad things happen from time to time in war.

"It's all my fault, I didn't expect those orcs to be able to attack us in the air, if I could be more careful, my people wouldn't ......" Furstad fell into deep self-blame.

Muradin didn't know what to say, he didn't know much about the previous battle, and in Furstad's intermittent sobbing narration, he learned that among the orcs were a group of soldiers wrapped in black cloaks, who were able to use strange spells to make the griffons flying in the sky fall to the ground.

"It's not your fault, Furstad, it's not you......" Muradin could only whisper comfort, and King Terenus and the others could only bow their heads in silence - who would have thought that those orcs could use such a spell?

It took a long time for Furstad to gradually come out of his pain and turn to Muradin and ask, "Muradin, what about the next battle?" My people don't seem to be able to help you much...... Did those orcs win in the end? ”

"No, no, Furstad, you've done you a great favor. We have defeated those orcs, please believe that tens of thousands of orcs have died on the battlefield, and we have avenged your people. We are now discussing the next strategic steps, after which I will turn to these human allies for help to collect the remains of your people and find a way to transport them back to your Eagle's Nest, where their bravery will always be remembered by those who have received their aid. Muradin comforted Furstad.

"Those orcs were killed? The souls of the ancestors are above, you are really ...... Amazing warriors! Furstad exclaimed, then continued, "You're deliberating on the next strategic response? Can I listen to it too? I hope to fight with you and avenge my people! ”

We're not great warriors, and that "great warrior" just saved you, and then ran into a corner and ate Hesse again—Muradin sneered.

"No problem, Furstad, you can listen to it too. If your body allows, I'd love to be able to fight alongside you! In place of King Solas and King Terenus, Muradin answered—though a little overstepping, but who could bear to refuse Furstad's request?

The crowd sat down again, and Furstad sat down beside Muradin, not far from Arthas, and began to tell why he and his people were there.

It turned out that Furstad was one of the important figures of the Brute Hammer Clan, and his status was almost equivalent to that of a prince in human society; Is he Cardros, the greatest king of the hills of the Brute Hammer Clan? The youngest son of Brute Hammer, not long ago in a man named Kudran? Brute Hammer of the Brute Hammer Dwarves in the realm of the Great Lord.

It was during this time that the companions of the missions, who had long been forgotten by Muradin, came to Kudran? The territory of the Hammer told them of Ironforge's plea for their help. (To be continued......)