Anomaly Of Warcraft

Chapter 64-Romeo and Cinderella in Twilight

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While the nations of Lordaeron were actively preparing for the formation of the alliance, the dwarves of Ironforge had already felt the pressure from the orc tribe.

Magni Bronzebeard always believes that his ability as a blacksmith and warrior far exceeds his ability as a king. But after the death of his father, as the eldest of the three Bronzebeard brothers, this heavy burden naturally fell on Magni Bronzebeard.

The country is struggling. The second and third brothers are eager to explore and the other is keen on archaeology. Haven't they heard of the old saying that forging is poor for three years, the project is ruined for a lifetime, and once stepped into the archaeological world and lost their sons and grandchildren? A few years ago, his wife passed away and her daughter was rebellious and unreasonable. How do you live these days?

"Muradin, you go to the Burning Plains and call me Brian from the Thaurissan Ruins. The threat of the orcs is approaching. Let's put aside the archaeology first." Magni pulled his brother Muradin to complete the daily routine. Complaining, finally remembered that the business hadn't been said yet.

"Big brother, how are you thinking about joining the alliance?" Muradin saw that his eldest brother finally got out of the state of babbling Xianglin's wife, and hurriedly changed the topic. The straightforward Muradin would rather accompany the dwarf friends to experiment with unreliable high-tech technologies than listen to the old brother's clichés, but who makes the other person his beloved eldest brother.

"Let the guards of Ironforge cheer up, and wait until the spies we sent to the south return. If the orcs are really brutal and bloodthirsty, joining the alliance is imperative." Magni is the king of Ironforge. , Will not easily believe the words of others.

Madoran Bronzebeard, the last king of the Bronzebeard dwarves, often taught his children: Without investigation, there is no right to speak.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Muradin couldn't say anything to comfort his eldest brother Magni, so he had to accompany Magni drinking glass after glass.

Early the next morning, Muradin enlisted a small team of elite troops, ready to go to Thaurissan Ruins in the Burning Plains to bring his brother Bronzebeard home.

"Hey, that guy with particularly developed chest muscles, yes, that's you. Although we are going to the Burning Plains, you can't go out in slippers, right?" Muradin curiously stopped a strange soldier.

"Hey, Amora!" Muradin's eyes widened.

"Uncle, uncle, be quiet, don't be heard by my father!" Amora Bronzebeard, the Princess of Ironforge hurriedly covered Muradin's mouth.

"Why are you making trouble?" Muradin asked.

"The old thing knows all day long to order me to do this or that, it's so boring, I want to go to the Burning Plains to play with Uncle Brian." Amora pulled Muradin's beard coquettishly.

"But I was ordered to arrest Brian and go home." Muradin looked at his fully developed niece with pity. It's a pitiful child without a mother.

"Then I will go with you, and it will be fine if you come back together. Please uncle, you are gone, and I don't even have anyone to talk to." Amora pretended to be pitiful.

"But your father..." Muradin looked embarrassed.

"It's okay if you and Uncle Brian intercede together, and Dad won't really blame me." Seeing Muradin let go, Amora immediately followed the stick.

If you don't need it, you are just an old thing. If you need it, you will become a father. Brother, your father really failed. Muradin shrugged helplessly, expressing that he had surrendered to his niece, and Amora kissed Muradin on the cheek, very happy.

"Hey, it's all big girls, don't make trouble." Muradin laughed out after scolding his niece.

On a journey that was close to mountain and water, Muradin and his team left the snowy Khaz Modan and came to the hot burning plain.

"Uncle, you are so smart. Collect ice cubes in advance and you can drink a cold beer!" Amora was dressed very cool, holding a wine glass and pouring down.

"Hey, you bastards, isn't Amore good-looking? Why are you all staring at the wine barrel?" Muradin originally wanted to reprimand Amore for wearing too cool, but found that the boys under his team were all focused on ice. On the barrel, the old boys couldn't help but mourn their misfortune and anger them.

"Come on, Uncle Muradin, all the guys who dare to fight the princess have been singled out by His Majesty the King in the arena. It's great to be a friend of Amora, and to be a wife, my face can't match. The iron felt of the melting pot." The undaunted guy joked, causing a whistle.

"Bruce, when I go back, I'll tell Vemma you molested me. By the way, and your Majesty the King." Amora was not afraid to kick herself off, causing a burst of laughter.

Except for the hot climate, the dwarves did not encounter much danger along the way. In front of a group of copper-bearded dwarves whose muscles were fast growing into their brains, the lava spiders and the shaku-tailed Sasori were just delicacies that could be eaten by removing their heads. Well, the protein content must be five times that of beef.

"Uncle Muradin, isn't the Thaurissan Ruins in the east? Where are we going?" Amora couldn't help asking.

"Go to Morgan's sentry, the burning plain is so big, the ghost knows where your Uncle Brian went, let's go to Morgan's sentry to replenish some supplies and then ask them about your uncle's news." Muradin patiently has no experience in survival in the wild. Explained to his niece.

Archaeology is not an easy task. Unknown dangers may be encountered at any time. Therefore, the famous archaeologist Harrison Jones once said a phrase that is widely recognized in the archaeological community: No matter what you find, how rare the opportunity is, at least let you 'S companion knows where you are.

And in the dark iron dwarf territory of the Burning Plains, Morgan's sentry is the only place where Bryan can obtain supplies. Someone must know the whereabouts of the archaeological explorer.

"Damn it, how come there are dragon people here?"

The watchtower of Morgan Watch could already be seen from afar, and the dwarven team was blocked by a group of half-dragons. The sky is getting dark, and if you make a detour, the dwarves will only sleep in the wild at night.

"Edward and Jacob, you two take care of Amora and the goat, and the other lads, put on armor and let us fight for a room with a roof!" Muradin issued a combat order.

"For vegetable soup and hot bread!"

"In order not to watch the night watch!"

Although the battle cry of the dwarves is hilarious, they are high-spirited.

Those who set off with Muradin were all outstanding young men in Ironforge, and preparations for the battle were quickly completed.

Using rocks and terrain to approach the humble half-dragon fortifications, Muradin took the lead in the charge. After discovering the enemy, the half-dragon wizard tried to cast a spell to defend the enemy, but was knocked to the ground by Muradin with a hammer. In front of the king of the hill, the two-meter-high half-dragon was only a large one. Broiler. No half-dragon can survive the three moves in front of Muradin's warhammer and axe, smashing legs, hammering chests, and headshots. Muradin's moves are simple and practical.

What? Why not just headshot?

Because Muradin could not find a step stool.

After the last half-dragon fell, Muradin slammed the warhammer on the ground with unsatisfactory thoughts, scanned the surroundings, and sipped: "There is nothing that can hit."

The four dwarves on the warhammer read horizontally as Royal Hammer. Reading vertically is the Royal Hammer.

The Bronzebeard dwarves got their wish and had a hot dinner at Morgan Point.

In the darkness, a group of Dark Iron Dwarves left their fortress, and Dagran Thaurissan, the king of Dark Iron Dwarves, was among them.

At this time of year, the Dark Iron King will go to the former Thaurissan City ruins to mourn his father.

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