Leaving aside the postman's journey to Nomi in Nomirigan, let's take our perspective back to Drunken Wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Drunken Wind and Muradin, with great difficulty, finally get Magni to promise not to shout and kill, but to form a commando team to contact Amorea Copperbeard and find out what she really thinks - whether she is being trafficked or willingly with Thorrisen.

"I'm telling you, it's definitely Sorisen's sorcery! Who doesn't know in the entire Ironforge Castle that my family Amorera is a famous beauty! How could she fall in love with the pig's head of the Sorison family! ”

Hearing Magni say this, both Drunken Wind and Muradin put on a look like they didn't understand anything.

Drunken Wind is because he can't appreciate dwarves at all, in Zuifeng's opinion, dwarves are all uncles and women are all aunts.

Muradin, on the other hand, is well aware of his niece's character, although Amola can be said to be a dwarven beauty, but her temper is more stubborn than anyone else, and no one chases her in the entire Ironforge Castle......

Soon, the Copperbeard Dwarf's commando team was formed, with Magni personally leading the team, and Drunken Wind and Muradin as escorts.

Magni, who loves her daughter, even brought a small hill team with him—if it hadn't been for Muradin's persuasion, it might have been the entire hill team......

Seeing that Magni was about to leave, Ronin, who came to deliver the letter, was anxious.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this! The general meeting of the alliance is about to be held. What can you do if you leave like this? ”

"What coalition assembly? It's not your human in the Tirisfal Glades, I'm abstaining anyway - go back and tell Medivan that he's meeting for me this time, and if you vote, you're abstaining! ”

With that, Magni left Ironforge with the assault team, leaving Ronin messy in the wind.

"What the hell!"

Well, this is the dwarves - the messy politics of these guys are not interested in anything at all, and instead of going to sleep in the venue, Magni would rather go and rescue his daughter himself.

The thought of her daughter falling into Sorison's hands made Magni feel sick, "Damn mage—don't let me catch you!" ”

Leaving the Iron Forge, Drunken Wind looked at the mighty commando and grinned helplessly.

It seems that there are a lot of people in this commando team - why are there more than 800 people in a small team?!

A drunken wind with a bewildered face grabbed Muradin beside him.

"Did I say it's best to take the raid?"

Muradin nodded.

"I told you not to have too many people, so as not to startle the snakes, right?"

Muradin nodded.

"I said that there are a lot of fire elements in Dark Furnace City, and it is easy to alarm Ragnaros when there are too many people, right?"

Muradin nodded.

"Then why did Magni call so many people?!" Drunken Wind is full of black lines, "Is he afraid that others will not know that we are going to carry out a raid?" Why didn't he pull all the Copperbeard troops over and attack them?! ”

Looking at the dissatisfied drunkenness, Muradin rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"Hawkers, drunken wind, you have to understand the mood of a father, whoever has the fruit of his family is eaten by wild boars, the mood will always be not good......"

"Whew-" Drunken Wind let out a long breath and tried to calm himself down, "Well, let's do our best to dissuade His Majesty Magni, we can't let so many people set foot on the Burning Plains anyway, that would be troublesome." ”

"No problem." Muradin nodded, "I think Magni can figure it out." ”

After much talk, Magni finally agreed to dismiss most of the Hill Troop, leaving only a real squad of fifty men to participate in the operation.

And the code name of this operation is "snatching relatives".

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The Hill Clans are the ace of Ironforge, and after participating in the Battle of Keldaron, they are in the limelight. The Dwarven Warriors and Stalkers on the team are all hand-picked, and each one is a great player.

It may have been the performance of the Demon Hunters and Wardens that spurred Muradin, the Copperbeard Prince who, after returning to Ironforge, had hoped that the Dwarves would assemble a true elite - not too many, but suitable for raids.

So, at Muradin's suggestion, the first brigade of the Hill Clans (the 800 men that Magni had originally thought of bringing with him) began intensive training.

Although it is just rumors about this new dwarf force now, looking at these fifty elite dwarves, Zuifeng believes that the official establishment of that force is not far away.

"Well, the lads are pretty good!" Seeing Drunken Wind looking at these dwarves, Muradin's leaned over, "I personally led the team to train!" ”

"Pretty good." Drunken Wind nodded, "There are a few hidden guys that I can't find if I look closely." ”

"Yo he! Awesome! Muradin gave a thumbs up, "Those few who were hidden were sent to Ravenhold Manor by my eldest brother for a lot of money, I didn't expect you to find out!" ”

"Haha~" Drunken Wind twisted his neck, "You have to tell them, don't drink before the next mission, how can I not find such an obvious taste!" ”

"Uh......" Hearing Zuifeng say this, Mu Ladin was a little embarrassed, he didn't expect that the leakage of these stalkers was actually because of the smell of alcohol, "Little rabbit cub, next time you dare to drink before the mission, I plucked your skin!" ”

"Your Highness Muradin, this is not fair!" In the darkness, a dwarf revealed his form, "You know, I don't drink alcohol! ”

"Bastard, then you're going to find a way to cover the smell of alcohol with something!" Without hesitation, Muradin kicked him in the ass, "Ruger, your special allowance is five gold coins a month, don't tell me I can't afford to buy a potion to mask the smell!" ”

"You have wronged me, Your Highness Muradin!" Ruger grinned awkwardly, the leather-clad guide was kicked by the Iron Boots, and it was rather unpleasant, "Lately those damn goblins have gone up in price - the goods they took from the trolls are even more expensive, Lord Drunken Wind should know that the price of the Dark Spear's voodoo potions seems to have increased lately." ”

"That's right." Drunken Wind nodded, "The main thing is that the Dark Spear Trolls have some plans inside - so this is also something that can't be helped, after all, this kind of thing has to be supplied to itself first." ”

"You see, even Lord Drunken Wind said so." Ruger showed a very wronged expression, "What's more, those bastards in Dark Furnace City are also addicted to alcohol, and a little alcohol smell is not a problem at all!" ”

"That's not right." Drunken Wind hurriedly shook his head, "The Black Iron Dwarves are indeed addicted to alcohol, but the Black Iron Bar has come out of the Dark Furnace City, and alcohol is forbidden in the whole city, after all, wine will burn when it encounters open flames, and the Dark Furnace City lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of fire elements - not to mention that as far as I know, the Black Iron Dwarves have got a lot of flame dogs from the fire element, so you'd better cover up the smell on your body." ”

Hearing Drunken Wind say this, Ruger could only cry and call out all the dwarves in the sneak, and took out a few bottles of potions in pain.

"Damn, this thing has been fried in the hands of the goblins for a bottle of more than thirty gold coins, you guys be careful to put it away, and use it again when you get to Black Rock Mountain!"

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Today's fifth update~