If there is a master builder of human or other races who thinks that his skills are comparable to that of the dwarves, it must be because he has not been to Ironforge, or the Grimbaatar they see in Arthas. Putting aside other factors, carving a city no less than the size of the royal city of Lordaeron on the entire mountain is not something that human craftsmanship can do.

Moreover, the dwarves are not just crudely built out of stone. On the façade of Alsace is a wide bluestone street; Unlike human streets, on this street, the dwarves have also carefully carved delicate patterns. On the other side of the street is a residential area that has clearly been abandoned for a long time.

At the end of the street stretch is a vast square, each of the other three directions with a corridor leading to the rest of the city. Unlike the dark passages of Arthas, the entire city of Grimbaatar was littered with torches - not dark despite the dead silence of the city.

So far, not a single living creature has been seen in Alsace; Perhaps because of the mountains, there are almost no mosquitoes in the city. "It's so beautiful!" Wen Lesa covered her pink lips and sighed softly. Although I've heard from Sister Aurelia and Sister Sylvanas that Silvermoon City is also a very magnificent building, Winlessa hasn't had a chance to go there yet!

Although Dalaran is also a magnificent city, Winlesa did not stay there for long, and was "seconded" by Khadgar** from Prince Kael'thas. Compared to the houses made of golden maple wood that Winlessa usually lived in, the dwarves built by these dwarves were not only tall, but also straight and wide, and it seems that the dwarves did not consider that with their short height, even if ten people were stacked, it would be difficult to reach the roof of the dwelling they built.

Alsace was also amazed by the grandeur of the dwarven city, but he remembered the mission he had come to visit. The little prince turned to Frost's sorrow, who was looking left and right from the side, and asked, "Little Frost, can you sense that there is a red dragon in this city?" ”

Frostmourn withdrew her curious gaze, took her master's hand, closed her eyes, and spread her vast soul power across the city. After a short while, Frost Sorrow opened his eyes, shook his head, and said, "No, master. Most of the place is empty and there is nothing; There are still places where my power can't penetrate. ”

Frost's mouth was flattened, a little frustrated—he didn't complete the task assigned to him by his master, and Frost was so useless! However, Arthas obviously thought of more places - since there was something to block the temptation of the tentacles of Frost Sorrow's soul, didn't that just mean that what Arthas and the others needed to find was in these undetectable places?

Thinking of this, Arthas gave Frost Sorrow an encouraging smile, squeezed her cold and soft little hand, and said, "Little Frost, in which direction are those areas that you can't explore?" Frost Sorrow was comforted by his master, and said happily, "Hmm...... From that square, go through the second road, turn another street, and then cross another road! ”

Arthas wasn't a road idiot, but poor he couldn't see what Frost Sorrow was talking about, so he was confused. Seeing the ignorant look on his master's face, Frost Sorrow immediately volunteered to drag Arthas towards the square at the end of the street.

At this moment, the noise on the streets of Grimbaatar was suddenly broken, and a cry of "wah-wh-wah-wah" came from far away from the street. Arthas was stunned, and Mograine and Weenlesa had already drawn their weapons and were on alert. But Arthas was calm - at least Frostmourn's spell hadn't worked yet, and even if something happened, a few people were safe.

As the noise drew closer, and against the backdrop of the large number of torches on both sides of the street, Arthas finally saw where the sound was coming from. From the side of the square, in the "second corridor" to which Frostmourn referred, a group of small humanoid creatures screamed and ran out of the corridor, and quickly ran through the square, running down the street towards Arthas and the others.

These creatures, who are screaming "wah-wah-wah", are very ugly-looking; Their faces are irregular ovals, and the facial features distributed on them are as if they had been smashed by a heavy hammer, which is completely out of place; On his chin, he still has a long white beard, and he wields a long-handled wooden stick with a stone tied to the top, and a rag and animal skin that he has picked up from nowhere, and he looks more primitive than those orcs.

As soon as Arthas thought of the orcs, the enemies of humanity, from this primitive creature, those green-skinned monsters had already appeared. A group of heavily armed orc warriors also screamed, and ran out of the corridor after the dwarf monsters, brandishing their heavy weapons in hot pursuit.

"What are they talking about? The orcs. Arthas asked Frost Grief. Although Frostgrief's orc language was not very good, she struggled to distinguish the orcs' muffled shouts, and then translated to her master, "They seem to be saying...... Catch the thieves who steal the eggs......"

Stealing eggs? --Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then discovered the crux of the matter--Among the primitive monsters running wildly, the slightly taller little monster in the lead, holding a white giant egg in both hands, and running wildly with his legs like a wheel, was already very close to Arthas and the others in a blink of an eye.

What's going on? - Alsace was puzzled. However, such a big egg ...... Thinking of the behemoths called "dragons" that inhabited the area, Arthas felt that he had probably learned the truth of the matter. Although it is not known how these ugly little dwarfs managed to overcome the double blockade of the orcs and the red dragon, this giant egg is undoubtedly the egg of the Red Dragon Queen that they stole from the heavy land that the frost sorrow's soul tentacles could not penetrate.

"Wow!" As he ran, the primitive dwarf holding the dragon egg in his arms suddenly stopped, and with a loud roar, dozens of dwarf monsters in the same costume as him sprang out from the houses on the side of the street. The monsters wielded their rudimentary weapons fiercely and rushed at the orcs who had not yet figured out what was going on.

Although the orcs were heavily armed, they were dressed in heavy plate armor, and after a long run, their bodies had already slipped strictly; And these new little monsters have obviously been waiting for a long time. In this case, in the face of an enemy with a difference of several times, the orc warriors were quickly slaughtered.