"Yes, that's a man!" Speaking of the wounded Black Iron Dwarf outside, the Sentinel Captain was full of praise.

Because if it were his own, he would have fainted in pain.

Under normal circumstances, Tyrande would have instructed the captain of the sentry to make Browl. Bearskin went to heal the Black Iron Dwarf. However, now that Moira, the leader of the Black Iron Dwarves, is visiting, whether it is for show or admiration, Tyrande should put down his shelf and treat the dwarf himself.

"This dwarven warrior is here to support us, so I'll treat him myself!" Tyrande stood up, "The injury is urgent, lead the way, my captain." ”

"I thank you for your help, High Priest, on behalf of this fellow citizen!" Moira said happily.

"That's as it should be." Tyrande responded with a smile as he walked, and complimented, "You Black Iron Dwarves are all fearless warriors. I should say thank you to me, and I am very grateful for your selfless assistance! ”

Moira was modest, she was actually quite happy, after all, she was the leader of the Black Iron Dwarves, and her people were praised, and she also felt that her face was bright.

Tyrande was tall and long-legged, and he walked briskly, leaving Moira behind him in a few clicks. She knew that now was not the time to be polite, and presumably Moira wouldn't be upset with her faux pas because she was in a hurry to save a Black Iron Dwarf - in fact, how could Moira care about those false courtesies?