This battle between the monster and the invader happened suddenly and ended quickly. Not far from Arthas and the others, several dwarf monsters stabbed the sharpened stones in their hands like daggers into the throat of the last orc warrior.

Blood splattered on the bluestone floor of the street, and even a few drops stained Wenlesa's leather boots. Despite feeling a little nauseous, Winlessa didn't make a sound. Arthas stared at the group of dwarf monsters who had suddenly changed from chasers to hunters, and remembered their approximate identity - cavemen.

"Wherever there are dwarves, there must be such savage and brutal monsters" - these are the words of Muradin and Arthas when they talk about the lives of the dwarves in the original time stream. The dwarves' favorite thing to do, besides forging and ale, is digging into the mountains in search of treasures and secret monuments buried deep underground.

However, even in the underground, there are creatures that live in the dark; Here, there are giant maggots with no eyes, armadillos that like to sleep in a hunky group, beetles and strange fish that can survive in hot lava, and of course, cavemen who are the most hated humanoids of the dwarves.

Human exploration of the subsurface is so superficial that cavemen have not been recorded by any anthropologist; If it weren't for the half-master-apprentice friendship with Muradin, Arthas wouldn't have learned about this creature that stalked underground.

The dwarves don't know where the cavemen came from, but as soon as the dwarves dig through the caves where the cavemen are, these savage and ferocious monsters wield their primitive weapons and rush out screaming to tear the working dwarven craftsmen and archaeologists to pieces.

Although the dwarves have a large enough advantage in strength and equipment, the cavemen are large in numbers and have a ferocious fighting spirit. In this way, the struggle between the two races has continued to this day from the day the dwarves began to dig into the ground.

"Wherever dwarves exist, there will be cavemen." Arthas repeated Muradin's words in a low voice, looking at the primitive monsters who were stripping the thick plate armor from the orcs, and felt that Muradin's words really made sense—even in this dwarven city of Grimbaatar, which had been abandoned for many years, there were still troglodytes, didn't they?

"Alsace, they ...... They ......" Winresa's voice trembled, and she grabbed Arthas's shoulders at once. The enormous force that came from the High Elf Ranger's delicate fingers that did not match his appearance made Arthas frown slightly. But Arthas didn't say anything, but patted the back of Winlessa's hand lightly and said, "Winlessa...... If you're not feeling well, you can ...... Turn your back on ......"

Despite all that, Arthas himself is now feeling a little unwell. I thought that those cavemen stripped off the orcs' plate armor because they wanted these metal armor to replace their rudimentary animal skins and rags, but I didn't expect it...... After several cavemen stripped off the plate armor of the orc closest to Arthas...... He pounced on the orc, grinning his misplaced mouth and biting at the orc's green body.

"Vomit ......" For the second time in a day, Winlessa crouched on the ground and retched. Mograine's face was also a little ugly - although it was not the first time he had seen a scene of flesh and blood, and he had long been accustomed to killing and dying, but it was the first time he had seen such a savage scene of raw cannibalism - although he was being eaten alive, it was the orcs, the worst enemies of mankind, but Mograine still found this scene a little difficult to see.

Frost's sorrow didn't care, the life-and-death struggle between mortals, in the eyes of the little magic sword who compared himself to a god, was originally a game like ant fighting; For Arthas, although conceptually unacceptable, he had long since adapted to the abomination of the Scourge and the coming and going of ghouls, but he did not react as harshly as Winlessa and Mograine.

Arthas was more interested in why the dwarf monsters stole the egg. At this moment, the leading caveman, after a few shouts of wah-wa-wah-wah-la, his kind, who were busy devouring the corpses of the orcs on the ground, stopped eating and gathered around the troglodyte.

"Wow...... Wow! The caveman leader held up the dragon egg in his hand and shouted something. Wow, wow, wow! The cavemen cheered. Confused, Arthas didn't realize the true purpose of the cavemen until they climbed up the houses on both sides of the street, broke a few torches, placed the burning shrouded sticks on the bluestone floor, and placed the huge dragon egg in the middle of the fire, that the cavemen realized the real purpose of these cavemen—they had stolen the eggs of the Red Dragon Queen, and they were actually ...... Extra meals?

The Holy Light is above! - At this moment, Arthas completely understood how ignorant and primitive these cave-dwelling monsters were. Perhaps for the Red Dragon Legion, a baby dragon is just a tiny individual in their vast pack; But a dragon egg...... If the group of mages who let Dalaran arrive, or Kel'thugad who did not know if they had arrived in the royal city of Lordaeron; Or maybe those evil people with ulterior motives know about its existence, and I wonder how many people will go to great lengths to get this dragon egg, whether it's for research or to try to tame the dragon cub in it.

And now, these cavemen actually plan to take this dragon egg...... Eat it after grilling? Looking at the cavemen who were drooling over the eggs, Arthas rushed to them, slapped the caveman leader hard, and roared at him: "Bastard! Do you know that this dragon egg can be exchanged for chicken thighs and barbecue meat in the world outside the mountain! ”

Of course Arthas wouldn't do that - he had other ideas. "Xiaoshuang, is there any way you can bring me that dragon egg without these cavemen reacting?" Arthas asked his little magic sword. Frost Sorrow smiled sweetly at his master, "Yes, master! ”

With that, Frost Sorrow jumped up and down towards the cavemen who were grilling the dragon's eggs. "Forehead......" Arthas's outstretched right hand was only half raised, and Frost Sorrow was already running away. In fact, the little prince just asked if there was anything Frost Grief could do, but he didn't expect that the little magic sword had already taken action on its own.