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÷ Latin Brass Beard, the brother of the dwarven king Magni Brass and an emissary sent to the human kingdom of Lordaeron, is running through the corridors of the palace. He said to himself, "This hellish place is really a twist and turn, one bend after another, and another, how many corners......

If I remember correctly, the spiral staircase leading to the king's private chambers and terrace was nearby. It occurred to him that if he walked through the armory ahead, he would-

"Oh hey!"

Even though Muradin realized it was just a child's cry, he was startled. He looked ahead and saw young Arthas standing in front of a suit of armor placed on a pedestal. Mura's smile was still faintly visible under the deep, thick beard on his belly. The prince of Lordaeron was now about twelve years old, but he was already a handsome drunkard. He had blonde hair, always had a smile on his face, and had a very ruddy complexion. At that moment, however, Arthas's expression looked very stern, and he pointed the wooden sword in his hand at the throat of the suit of armor.

The prince shouted, "Damn orc, do you think you can get past me? Get out of here now and never come back!"

Even though Muradin was hungry and he was late, he was still smiling happily at the prince's words and deeds. Isn't that what they fought for? him, Magni, and their brother Brian, the late Sir Lothar. and the young Tulayan, who used to fight together. Saved Ironforge from the orcs in the final stages of the Second War. After that. Muradine and Brian followed the humans to the Dark Gate, watching its final fall with satisfaction. Keep those children safe and give them a better future.

Arthas straightened up and said, "What? you won't retreat? I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it." Now, let's fight. ”

The light prince was clever enough to know that he shouldn't really attack those old armors. Because that would only make his father unhappy. So he put his imaginary enemy a few paces away, roared, and rushed over there.

÷ Latina couldn't laugh anymore. What is this? Who was teaching him to do this? Look at how he pretended to be so far away from the target and out of control! And he caught, no, no, all wrong. After a powerful swing from Arthas, Muradin's brow furrowed even tighter. Arthas didn't grasp the wooden sword in his hand, and it flew out, across the room, and finally landed on the ground with a loud noise.

Alsace took a big breath. Look around, trying to see if the sound is attracting anyone's attention. When his eyes met Muradin's gaze. His cheeks flushed.

"Hmm...... Ambassador...... I just ......"

÷ Latin coughed lightly, looking as embarrassed as Alsace. "I'm looking for your dad, kid. Can you show me the way? It's a terrible place to walk. ”

Arthas pointed to a staircase to his left. Muradin nodded, and walked briskly up the swirling steps, trying to get out of it as quickly as he could.

When he arrived, he heard the thick voice of Solas Thorbain—he thought to himself, that would be normal for him.

"Deal, and you, you tribal dogs, you deserve to be scolded!"

What's going on?, Muradin, rushed to the terrace, thinking he would see ...... Well, he wasn't sure what he would see, but he wouldn't have imagined that he would see such a dwarf, green-skinned creature anyway. His ears were like bat ears, his eyes were wide open with anxiety, and his head was bare. He wears a linen shirt and trousers, and a pony jacket over it. He was still wearing a monocle, but now the chained glasses were dangling around his chest. ...

The green-skinned creature took a deep breath and screamed nervously, "No! His hands swung wildly. Terenus and Torbairn were sitting at a table, and he was only slightly above it. The creature fumbled awkwardly with his monocle and said, "You're completely mistaken!

"Really, Krees?" Terenus said kindly. Muradin could tell that although Thorbairn was excited, there was no real threat here. The king took a slice of bread and began to spread butter on it.

"Of course!" Krees said loudly, looking as if he had been offended by the conversation. "Well, that's true. Once, a prince, traded. Yes, he did. He coughed lightly and continued, "He's allied with the Horde. But it's just the idiot prince! After World War II, he regained his senses! The other goblins thought they should be neutral. Better, hello you, hello us, hello everybody! Free trade is thriving, and we all benefit!"

Muradin's brow furrowed slightly, he knew what the creature in front of him was—a goblin. "O Terenus, why is there such a green-skinned money lover at our breakfast table?" Muradin asked.

Before the king could reply, the goblin spoke, "Kres Vikris, it's a pleasure to meet you. I can see you're a dwarf. ”

Thorbain whispered, "You're really observant. ”

"Maybe you dwarves will want to make a free trade deal with us! What I'm trying to say is – think about it!" Krees smiled flatteringly, but his fangs made it weird. "You like to mine, and we like to cut down trees! It's a perfect business relationship! Our cutters can cut down—"

"Thanks, Krees, no more say. Terenus interrupted him. "Now that our ambassador Muradin is here, it's time for us to get down to business. I'll talk to you again this afternoon, and look at what you've told me. ”

"What?" Muradin yelled at Terenus, "This guy is doing business with both factions, Terenus. I'd rather believe in one — hey!"

Krees stopped, the apricot scones in his hand about to put in his mouth, and he smiled weakly. Muradin glared at him. Within a month of Muradin's arrival, all the court chefs had become acquainted with him, and he had formed a good friendship with the pastry chefs. What he did has brought him countless delicious and tempting delicacies, such as those apricots. And now, this goblin is going to eat his cakes!

Muradin said, "King Terenus told you to leave. Krees nodded, his monocle falling off again. He threw the scone into his mouth, bowed deeply, and hurried away.

"What a parasite. Muradin complained. (A good activity of pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ point / public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter it), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to the WeChat public account!) (to be continued......)

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Chapter 230: The Power of the Dwarves.

Chapter 230: The Power of the Dwarves: