Chapter 482 Good Buddy Muradin

Duke groaned in his heart, complaining: Not every man is called Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Alas, Azeroth is generally a world with backward medical treatment and harsh natural environment. Babies who aren't particularly strong don't live to be adults at all.

In a sense, the average physique of modern people is actually far inferior to adults in the European Middle Ages.

Say far.

"Ahem." Duke coughed a few times before recovering.

Muradin glanced around: "Let's go back to our base."

Dwarves really do come out of the ground. No one would have thought that under the wet and muddy swamp, the dwarves still opened countless tunnels.

It is not simply reinforced with wooden boards, but a tunnel with standard beams and columns, and stone boards as the top wall.

Seeing that it was so wet that water dripped from time to time, and that it was quite low by human standards, Muradin directly apologized: "Sorry, my friends, we didn't mean to wrong you, after all, it was built according to dwarf standards. "

The most majestic dwarves will not exceed 1.60 meters in height. So the 1.80-meter-high tunnel already feels very comfortable for the dwarves.

This is a big deal for Gavin Ladd, who had to walk all the way with his back bent.

Walking in the tunnel, everyone passed through after a while. Only Marianne used magic power with a little disgust. She covered the entire ceiling, walls and ground with frost elements to ensure that the places she walked were relatively clean.

Muradin frowned and said nothing.

Walking and chatting along the way, Duke finally knew why Muradin was here.

At the beginning of the alliance, Muradin remained in Lordaeron as the highest representative of the bronze beard dwarves in the alliance. Also try to get support for your country as much as possible.

Muradin soon discovered that, in fact, all he needed to do was deal with Duke. Because as long as his request was not too excessive, even if Duke went to other human kingdoms to extort money, he would get it for the Bronzebeard dwarves, and use his exclusive fleet to send it directly to the reception point on the north coast of Ironforge.

Medicines, food, and even iron ore.

Duke did as much as an ally could.

After going back and forth, Muradin and Duke also became very good friends.

Recently, the alliance started to turn from defense to offense, and Muradin couldn't sit still anymore, and handed over the work to his deputy. He rushed back directly to Ironforge. Under the circumstances that Magni was unable to assign more manpower to him, the second child of the Bronzebeard family relied on a dozen of his friends to attack everywhere, attacking the mine controlled by the orcs, and rescued a large number of compatriots from it. .

Then relying on these rescued compatriots, they organized a rebel army in the wetlands and attacked the orcs everywhere.

Duke couldn't help laughing: "I thought why the sky is full of flying dragons, but I'm actually searching for you!"

Duke felt like he was lying on the gun.

Muradin showed no sign of weakness: "Isn't it just to prepare in advance? When you attack the Sador Bridge, we can meet you in the south!"

Duke smiled wryly.

After walking for more than half an hour, they finally came to the base of Muradin's rebel army—Verga excavation site in the south of the wetland.

Unlike the excavation site full of messy things in later generations, this place is now only the excavation site of the dwarves. Numerous potholes and complex terrain made the orcs very troubled.

For orcs, dwarves here are more trouble than burrowing marmots. The orcs have temporarily given up here, and in a sense this is a liberated area for the dwarves.

In the huge cave, the dwarves here noticed the guests brought by Muradin, and also noticed Veresa and Marian in the team.

The eyes of one dwarf brightened: "Ah—beautiful elf lady! And there are two at once."

The dwarf ran over and bowed awkwardly: "Falstead Dragoncatcher is willing to serve you two, Lady Elf!"

Note that this guy just saluted Veresa.

Only then did Duke realize that before him, the high elves of Quel'Thalas were the only foreign allies the dwarves really trusted. Of course, this cannot fully explain why Falstead focused all his energy on Vereesa, not only him, but most of the dwarves focused on Vereesa. Obviously, all the dwarves thought Vereesa was very charming.

Uh, did you forget someone?

Beside her, Marianne had her hips akimbo, with the words 'uncomfortable' written on her face.

Duke quickly smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, for your great cause of liberation, we'd better get down to business first."

The group of five ignored this little episode, and came to a more secret small cave in the big cave. It was very narrow when entering, and there was a huge gate. According to Muradin, it could even block the dragon's breath.

When he came to Muradin's rebel headquarters and saw the flag representing the orcs on the sand table, Duke immediately realized that the situation was more troublesome than he imagined.

He saw a lot of small flags near the Grim Batol Fortress that was controlled by the orcs at the moment.

Muradin introduced Duke one by one.

"Those damned greenskins have known this day would come. Ever since Orgrim and the Horde suffered a tragic defeat at the gates of Lordaeron. Horde forces have been gathering around here. Look, it's all Horde The second-rate clans, each clan has about 10,000 to 30,000 people, and they are basically adult orcs. This is a steel tooth, that is a digging tooth, and that is a broken axe."

Duke narrowed his eyes.

Without the Red Dragon Army, it wouldn't take long for the victorious alliance army to advance to the Khaz Modan area.

Yes, the Alliance of Lordaeron might have to fight hard to get here, but Duke has no doubts that the Alliance can do it. Duke could almost imagine the Confederate forces massing north of the Sadol Bridge.

However, as long as the Horde is still Orgrim as the great chief, it will be imagined that if the Alliance wants to further weaken the orcs before the army launches an attack. The easiest way is: kill the Red Dragon Queen, or rescue her.

And the clumsy elite thieves of Lordaeron have sounded the alarm for the orcs.

This is at least ten times harsher than the rescue operation in history. Now more than 100,000 orcs surrounded Grim Batol.

Even if the combat power of these second-tier clans is only half of the orc warriors of the Blackstone and Warsong clans, and not much stronger than ordinary human soldiers, it is not a hundred thousand pigs...

"Duke, you said you want to save the Red Dragon Queen? Are you sure? If you are sure, a thousand elites from me can carry out a feint attack for you." The heroic Muradin, as a friend, has absolutely nothing to say, and he knows it at a glance. He is the kind of good buddy who is willing to go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire for his brothers.