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It's so poisonous! After stringing the qiē together, the thought arose in the hearts of everyone present - the series of intrigues and tricks of the orc Great Chieftain, who had been knocked unconscious by Wendthor and was now being escorted back to Riptide Castle by a small group of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was really too poisonous!

If he is really allowed to succeed, there is almost no room for humanity to turn over; Even if there are still Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Gilneth and Dalaran left, it is still unknown how long the power of these three will be able to resist in the face of the invasion of the Red Dragons.

In addition to feeling a little scared because of the insidious tactics of the orc leader, what made everyone here care more was why Arthas ...... It seems to appear at every juncture of the crisis facing humanity?

Although just by virtue of his appearance on the battlefield of Riptide Castle with the Red Dragon Queen, no one dared to underestimate His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron; But apart from freeing the Red Dragons from the orcs, Muradin wouldn't have returned to Riptide without Arthas, and Prince Danas wouldn't have been able to enter the Dammod Fortress to help defend it. "Alsace...... Tell me honestly, do you really not have the ability to predict the future? Urian asked, looking at his little friend suspiciously, far away.

"Uh...... This one...... It's all a coincidence, and it's just a coincidence. "Arthas, of course, can't say that he has flowed from the original time, just snort.

"Oh yes, where is Lord Muradin from the Dwarven Kingdom?" King Solas raised his own questions.

Although he has been hearing his nephew, Prince Danas, talk about him and Muradin? Copperbeard fighting side by side at the Dammod Fortress. However, King Solas did not see this important figure of the dwarven kingdom when Arthas and the others entered the city.

"Muradin, ......," Danas was about to reply, when the door to the council chamber had been kicked open, and a short figure hurried in.

"What......" King Solas felt that he had lost all his face today—first Christopher hiding under the table with the look of a. Now I don't know which guy who doesn't know the rules dares to break into his council room, and this time he must cut off the head of this guy who doesn't know how to be polite!

"Muradin?" Arthas stood up from his stool in surprise.

"Quick, quick! Are there any doctors? Or a priest? Someone to save him! Instead of accommodating Arthas, Muradin rushed to the table, and only then did the crowd see in his bosom a dwarf as short as he was!

"Knock". Muradin threw the dwarf on the table; A smell of blood suddenly permeated.

Crimson blood began to spread along the lines of the cloth, and a faint foul smell emanated from the badly wounded dwarf's body.

"It's ...... The dwarves who support us? Uther stood up and walked over to check on the dwarf's injuries.

Heard this. Everyone rose and gathered around—the group of dwarven knights who had come to the aid of the battle on griffins had made a great impression on the crowd.

The dwarf, like Muradin, had a large brown beard; His brow furrowed tightly. Apparently even in a coma. There is no escape from the torment of pain.

Blood continued to pour from beneath the dwarf's body, but the deadliest wound on his body was in his chest - an irregular wound pierced through his light leather armor, and the muscles around the wound were already in a state of decay, and the faint stench came from here - apparently the weapon that pierced him carried some kind of depraved corrosive power.

Muradin did not enter Fort Riptide with Arthas and the others—he was always concerned about where the people he saw on the battlefield came from; Muradin already had a guess in his mind, but in the bay of Fadil. He didn't see any dwarves coming with humans and High Elf reinforcements to hunt down the orcs, which made his heart feel a little darker.

Before Arthas and the others entered Fort Riptide. Muradin offered to go to the battlefield, knowing that those of his kind would not just disappear into thin air, and that even if they had suffered the most unfortunate consequences, Muradin would at least take them back to their homeland - the dwarves must be buried in the mountains of their homeland, and no dwarf will be killed in the wilderness.

Now, it was clear that Muradin had found his living kind, but the dwarf's condition did not look promising.

Holy light flashed on the hands of paladins such as Uther and Mograine, and these magical powers quickly purified the black carrion at the dwarven wound, and the stench gradually disappeared.

But the light did not bring the dead back to life, and after several attempts, the dwarf's faint gasps became almost inaudible, and Mograine withdrew his hands from the dwarf's chest, not paying attention to the warm blood on his hands, but shook his head at Muradin with a regretful expression.

"......No," Muradin cried out in grief—he didn't even have time to ask if this fellow came from, as he had suspected, from a place far away from Ironforge that he had been associated with.

Mograine, Uther and the others lowered their heads one after another - in the battle just now, although the support of these dwarves helped the human and High Elf reinforcements to hold out for a while longer, and also contained the combat power of many orcs, but because the two sides have never been in contact on the battlefield, after the great victory, the human and High Elf reinforcements were busy chasing, and they actually left these friendly forces behind in excitement.

In an atmosphere of regret and solemnity, Arthas's voice was particularly abrupt: "Hey, you! No, no, Wenlesa, it's not you, you eat yours...... Say you, idiot! ”

"Huh? Who called me? The Red Dragon Queen, who was buried in a huge pumpkin pie, looked up blankly at the familiar name.

With the Holy Light above, is it better to choke her to death in Fadil Bay? - Arthas sighed in his heart as he walked over to the Red Dragon Queen, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the dwarf's side.

"Hey, hey, my pie ......" Although the Red Dragon Queen did not resist, she still expressed her dissatisfaction - how can you eat the pie when it is cold!

"Heal, heal him!" Arthas couldn't care so much, and slammed the Red Dragon Queen towards the table, then pointed to the dwarf who was lying on the table and was about to die.

"Hmm...... Okay, okay, what's the deal...... Dead or not? The Red Dragon Queen rubbed her wrist as if Arthas had pinched her: Arthas naturally scoffed at this—pretending, and then pretending, that his body, which was worse than a ten-year-old child, could pinch the Red Dragon Queen's wrist? (To be continued......)