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Later, one of Muradin's adventures took him to the icy hell of Northrend in the north. There, he sets out to find a cursed sword called Frostmourn. However, he was surrounded by a large number of undead troops and was forced to retreat. Under the onslaught of the undead troops, he finds himself rescued by his old friend Arthas.

In this way, Muradin followed Arthas step by step to a dead end. Even when Arthas disobeyed his father's orders and burned the departing ships, even when he saw Arthas recruit local mercenaries to fight for him and then kill them treacherously, Muradin still did not give up.

Until Arthas officially fell, and ********, the first sacrifice of the peerless magic sword [Frost Sorrow] in Arthas's hand was Muradin* Copperbeard.

If it weren't for the unladylike encounter, Muradin would have been even more brilliant, and he might have become a hero no less than his eldest brother Magni, but he died in hatred because of Arthas's betrayal.

Duke sighed quietly in his heart, he didn't want these dwarves to die. And the most critical piece of the puzzle in the plan is still missing.

Muradin was keen on the war with the orcs, but unfortunately, with the intervention of the dragons, the war between the alliance and the orcs became a very small matter.

Compared to Deathwing, the more than 100,000 orcs in Kazmodan are not even farts at all.

Duke muttered to himself, "Nesario, where the hell are you bastard?"

At the same moment as Duke was silently reading, Duke suddenly felt two lines of sight, which made Duke feel very strange, as if they were ordinary eyes, but suddenly mutated.

Duke turned his head, and not a single strange presence could be seen. In the command, apart from his five-man team, it was Muradin, and Farsted, who had just run to pay homage to Wenresa - this guy was the captain of the griffon squadron that Kudran Brute Hammer had sent to his cousin Magni, and because griffons were not needed in the defense of Ironforge, he ended up messing with Muradin.

For a moment, Duke almost suspected that his feelings were wrong.

But who is Duke?

The best traverser after traversing the calamitous hellish world of Azeroth.

Duke, the self-proclaimed old driver of hell!

Duke has always trusted his instincts, because he firmly believes that the so-called intuition of danger is only the brain's judgment of dangerous situations. Perhaps intellectually he didn't react, but his brain had already recognized that it was a dangerous situation and intuitively informed Duke.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Duke had a plan.

"Farsted, are you familiar with the patrol lines of the orc dragoons?"

Farsted was happy to show his strength in front of Wenresa: "If it was still those brainless greenskins who were blindly commanding the red dragons, I might still be worried. Because you can never tell a fool what the law is. ”

As he said this, the entire command burst into laughter.

The commander of the orcs may be quite brainy, and most of the orcs below are pure reckless. Dealing with such a guy is a headache for both friend and foe.

Falsted's voice raised an octave: "But I found out that the fools Greenskin were tricked by the red dragon." Not every red dragon is willing to work for the greenskins. Those red dragons specially made a patrol airspace that seemed rigorous, but in fact was full of flaws. If you believe me, I can fly you all the way to the foot of Grimbaatar in the dark with a griffon. ”

That's the benefit of having a local lead party.

If Kudran and his army were to break in directly, nine times out of ten, it would turn into a large-scale air battle.

The Hammer Dwarves are not afraid of death, but Duke does not dare to be so defeated.

Duke whistled, "That's good, if I can avoid the orc camp, then at the bottom of the mountain, I can take my team all the way to Grimbaatar with illusions." ”

Recalling the scene when Duke used a wide-area illusion to trick the red dragon in the sky, Muradin muttered, "Magic is so convenient. I also thought that to save the Red Dragon Queen, it would take at least one regiment of elite knights and rangers to complete it. ”

Duke patted Muradin on the shoulder and turned to look at his squad, "Alright, vote, would you like to believe our Brute Hammer brothers?"

"It doesn't matter. The melon-eating crowd Gavinrad shrugged.

"I follow your commands. Ronin lowered his head.

Marianne frowned, but Wen Resa said directly, "What if we happen to run into a dragoon patrol?"

Falsteide patted his chest proudly: "If there are less than four red dragons, our Hammer Knight squadron will tell those big lizards that this is the territory of the dwarves!"

A squadron of griffon knights, probably 15 to 20 griffon knights. In fact, this is also a force that is not weak.

Seeing Wen Lesa's frowning brow, Farsted comforted, "Don't worry. In case, we'll send you and Mr. Paladin to the surface first. ”

Farsted magnificently ignored the three mages.

That's right, mages who can't fall to death with [Slow Fall Technique] are especially hooligans.

In summer, moonless nights are not easy to find.

Duke and his party spent three days in Muradin's lair before they got the weather they wanted. With trepidation, Winresa followed Farsted and mounted the griffon.

The griffon beneath her snorted at her companion next door, as if mocking, and there were two people sitting in the same seat, with a light elven girl on his side, and a heavily armed paladin rough man next door.

The griffin next door had obviously darkened his face, and the dwarven knight had to make up a large piece of raw meat before taking off, so that the griffin brother flapped his wings vigorously and took off.

Obviously, either Falsted's patrol route was wrong, or they ran out of luck.

Despite the dim moonlight, two new spots in the distance caught the attention of the griffon team, and the two spots in the sky were constantly moving, growing larger and larger, and were coming towards them.

"What are those?" Falsted leaned forward in the high-speed wind, turning his head to look at Wenresa behind him, knowing that the elven ranger had better night vision than he did.

Wen Ressa's mouth was bitter: "In the name of the sunwell!

At this moment, she hated the dwarven griffin knight in front of her.

Said that it was okay to sneak into the village, but what if you don't want to shoot?

Dragons, and there are two of them.

"Is it red?" asked Farsted, reluctantly.

"Does it matter? Dragons are dragons, and there will be dragons of other colors on this battlefield? They are coming at us at high speed!" Wenresa shouted. (To be continued.) )