The fir firewood in the fireplace was licking and licking the flames, giving off the warmth that warmed the stone house, and Scott lay quietly on his bed, staring at the rock-made roof.

Obviously, he had left the long river of time and space and reappeared in a plane of the crystal wall system, and was fortunate to be rescued by a certain intelligent race creature and brought back to the place where he lived.

Reaching out to touch his neck, Scott didn't touch the triangular space-time prism crystal, I don't know if it was lost in the long river of time and space, or it was taken off by the intelligent creature that rescued him, and then he closed his eyes slightly, focusing his attention on the inside of his body.

The Mithril Badge that replaced the heart was still beating regularly, but compared to the original, the degree and strength were slowed down, and most of the Mithril tentacles that had spread to nearly half of the blood vessels in the body were broken, and even the runes engraved on the skeletal muscles were mostly extinguished, and the musculoskeletal was completely complete, except for a few scrapes, there was nothing bad.

Opening his eyes, Scott made a slight estimate, the extinguishing of the runes and the breaking of the Mithril tentacles made his body's strength plummet, which could reach one-third of the intact period, but the fire elemental mysteries absorbed from the lava heart, and the earth elemental mysteries comprehended from the essence of Osirian the Scarless can still be used, overall, his combat power at the moment is only equivalent to that of a strong person who has just entered the extreme heart.

"Click, click, click, click... ”

The sound of the soles of his steel boots hitting the stone steps entered the room, and Scott got up from his bed and looked up to see a stocky figure bending down the hallway, and Scott's eyes were on the sapient creature with a similar appearance to the Roland Big 6 dwarf.

It was Modimus who came in, and he was a little surprised to see that Scott had woken up. Even the strongest dwarves would be severely injured after soaking in such cold waters, and even if they eventually recovered, they would cough for dozens of days. But at this moment, Scott in his eyes was obviously a little too strong, without the appearance of a seriously ill patient.

"Are you awake?"

"Eat something, your body needs warmth and food. ”

Walking to the bedside, Modimus put down the wooden plate in his hand, and on the plate was a bowl of Danmoro small fish soup, a few slices of garlic bread, and a beer cliff pork chop, which exuded an enticing aroma.

However, Mordimus's voice was familiar to Scott's ears, as the Dwarven Tankmen used the same language during their first mission as Lord of the Battle Fortress when they communicated with their kind, and Scott used it with some of the features that come with the Mithril Badge.

At this moment, he once again activated this function in the Mithril Badge, and his lips opened, and pure dwarven words fell from it.

"Thank you for helping, is this here, is it Azeroth?"

"This is Danmoro, under the rule of Ironforge. ”

"You can eat something first, Danmoro small fish soup and ribs will not taste good when they are cold. ”

"I still have some problems, if you need help, come to me at the top. ”

Surprised again by Scott's pure dwarven language, Modimus answered Scott's question and hurried out of the room.

"Sure enough, it's Azeroth!"

Despite losing the Temporal Prism, Lady Luck clearly still cares for her, Scott thought, as Ironforge is the home city of the Dwarves of Azeroth. Commander Salas patrolled the sixty-two main material planes in the Crystal Wall System, and Azeroth was one of them, and the secret communication methods and patterns between the Lords of the Fortress were also preserved in Scotter's memory.

With just enough resources, Scott can contact Commander Salas in minutes, even if Commander Salas may not have met Scott due to the difference in time, but the pounding Mithril badge in his chest can't be faked.

Thinking of this, although his strength was greatly damaged, Scott's mood was inexplicably better, he stepped out of bed, brought the plate to the fireplace, and swallowed it in a big gulp on the warm flame.

It was still a little warm, although it was not as delicious as the freshly cooked one, but Scott, who had never eaten Danmoro small fish, was immediately attracted by the food, but in a few breaths, the fish soup, ribs and bread all entered Scott's stomach, making his body full of cold, and immediately began to dissipate heat from the inside out, and even a certain extinguished rune flickered slightly.

Patting the clothes that clearly belonged to Modimus, Scott stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the upper floor.

For some reason, dwarves who are not very tall have an amazing hobby of being tall when it comes to architecture, whether it is a city or a house. Walking down the upward staircase at the moment, Scott didn't have to bend over, which made him feel good.

"Toot ~!"

A long horn sounded outside the door, and as soon as Scott reached the upper floor, he saw Modimus already fully armed, wearing a helmet with a broken horn, a war hammer in his left hand, and a small round shield in his right hand, walking out the door.

"The Frostmane Troll has come back to wreak havoc in the village. ”

"If you have anything to say, you have to drink and go to the wine cabinet and get it yourself. ”

"Troll cubs, it's time to try Uncle's hammer!"

With that, the strong dwarf ran out of the house and assembled at the fortress on the outskirts of the village.

"Frostmane Troll?"

Scott's heart swelled with some interest, and on Azeroth, he had only seen the Darkspear Trolls who belonged to the Horde's faction, and he was impressed by the regenerative abilities of these large men with gray-blue skin, hunchbacks, and two large fangs.

Perhaps because of the simplicity of the people, Modimus's house had no door, and Scott walked out of the house quickly, immediately revealing himself in the cold wind of winter. However, these cold winds did not have any effect on Scottrade, and after waking up, even if he was only one-third of his original strong body, Scottrade was still immune to drastic changes in temperature.

As far as the eye could see, the entire dwarven village fell into Scott's eyes, hundreds of low, almost ground-level rock houses scattered in the snow-covered valley, a low stone fence separating the village from the outer wasteland, and on the outskirts of the village, the only tall stone buildings were the small fortresses of the part-time outposts, bazaars, and squares, and at this moment Moimus was mixed in with dozens of other dwarven warriors, trying to prepare for battle.

In the fir forest just a hundred meters away from the fortress, more than a dozen frostmane trolls were wandering, these trolls were more thin and primitive than the darkspear trolls Scott had ever seen, their ice-blue bodies were naked, their bodies were only wrapped in tattered fur around their waists, and the weapons in their hands were only the most primitive wooden clubs.

But from time to time the grunts that came from their bellies showed their hunger and gave them strength.

Sometimes, hungry beasts can burst out with more power than they are wounded! )

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