Kalecgos understood perfectly well that a great figure like Muradin could not be persuaded with words like "save Azeroth".
Only ordinary people are fooled; powerful figures are only interested in the exchange of benefits.
Kalecgos picked up his glass and slowly sipped it, nodding repeatedly. "Truly fine wine."
Muradin narrowed his eyes and asked, "What does Saurfang the Great mean? Why is his Orgrimmar's Hammer relentlessly pursuing me? Hmph, does he think we Dwarves are easy to bully?"
Kalecgos sighed deeply, "Saurfang the Great has encountered a troubling matter; his son Dranosh has become Scourge general. As the saying goes, Ogres won't eat their own sons. A true hero is needed to step forward and help Dranosh find peace."
Muradin chuckled and asked, "I see. So what is the price? What price is Saurfang the Great willing to pay?"
Kalecgos was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and said:
"I know the whereabouts of a Titans Relic in Ulduar. The Titan Keepers treated it like trash and placed it in a place that's easily accessible."
Upon hearing this, Muradin immediately showed great interest and asked, "Is this true?"
"Absolutely true." Kalecgos said mysteriously, "If you count the days, it was more than three thousand years ago. I accompanied Malygos Aspect of the Blue, to Ulduar as a guest, God of Wisdom Loken, introduced us to this Titans Relic."
Muradin looked at Kalecgos with suspicion. "So Loken knew the value of this relic, then why would he just leave it aside? It doesn't make sense."
Kalecgos smiled slightly, "Because this Titans Relic is extremely dangerous."
No wonder it was left lying around carelessly; it was a Titans Relic meant to harm people.
Muradin pondered for a long time before finally making up his mind.
"Alright, Kalecgos, I agree to make an effort in exchange for the whereabouts of this Titans Relic, but I can't guarantee I can kill Dranosh."
Kalecgos raised his glass. "A pleasure doing business with you."
"One last question," Muradin said, looking at Kalecgos, "Why are you helping Saurfang? He's an old bastard who's known for his treachery."
Kalecgos took a deep breath. "I hate Dranosh. He used to pursue Jaina. You know, Dragonkin are all petty."
The negotiations between the two sides concluded smoothly. After Kalecgos left, Muradin wrote a secret letter and sent it secretly to Icecrown Citadel.
Since Jaina gained command of the Allied Forces, in accordance with Thrall's wishes, the Argent Crusade and the loyalist army have remained secluded.
They were just waiting for the appointed day to return to Orgrimmar and hang Saurfang the Great's head at the city gate.
On the last day of the agreement, a thunderous roar echoed over the Allied camp. The Horde's warship Orgrimmar's Hammer, flew overhead, and Saurfang the Great, carrying Battle Axe, stood on the bow, gazing down into the distance.
Thrall looked up at Saurfang the Great and said to Vol'jin beside him:
"Saurfang has finally lost his temper. I'll soon see a good show of father and son killing each other. Dranosh will be the one to send the Saurfang Family to their graves. There's no better ending than this."
Suddenly, Vol'jin spotted another airship behind them and exclaimed, "That's the Skybreaker!"
"The Alliance's Skybreaker!" Thrall jumped up in alarm. "Damn it, could it be Saurfang's reinforcements? Jaina, what's going on?"
When Jaina secretly infiltrated the Halls of Reflections, she used the Skybreaker. Jaina simply stated, "The Skybreaker was damaged before, and only the Dwarves have the technology to repair it."
Thrall threatened menacingly, "Jaina, you must stop the Skybreaker from joining the Battlefield."
Jaina shrugged and spread her hands, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't persuade Muradin. Perhaps there's a way if King Varian is willing to cooperate with us."
"Bastards, do you all want to die?"
Thrall jumped up in fury, enraged, and ordered:
"Jaina, immediately assemble the army, taking our handsome King with you. If necessary, I grant you permission to attack the Skybreaker."
Jaina knew Thrall was angry and couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to comply.
As intelligent as Jaina is, she certainly wouldn't actually obey Thrall's orders; she was determined to act according to her own will.
The Orgrimmar's Hammer approached the second level of Icecrown Citadel first, and bursts of artillery fire provided cover for the Skybreaker to land on the balcony of the second level.
Muradin led about a thousand Dwarves onto the balcony. The Dwarves were well-equipped and well-trained, and were the elite of Ironforge. Dranosh's thousand Undead Orcs were no match for them, which made Saurfang the Great extremely relieved.
The Orgrimmar's Hammer slowly moved away, and Saurfang the Great used his telescope to watch the confrontation between Muradin and Dranosh.
But soon, Saurfang the Great could no longer remain calm, as Jaina led the Argent Crusade soldiers toward Muradin.
From a great distance, Jaina shouted:
"Muradin, retreat immediately. This is an internal conflict among the Orcs; you have no need to get involved."
Muradin waved his hand and said, "Little girl, to save Azeroth, we Dwarves must also fulfill our part."
When persuasion failed, Jaina gave up; she had no intention of getting involved.
Dranosh brandished his Battle Axe and roared, "You cunning Alliance dogs, don't even think about entering Icecrown Citadel! Every Dwarf sacrificed adds to the Scourge's strength!"
Muradin laughed loudly, "A mere Orcs dares to hinder the Alliance's progress! Warriors, attack!"
Dranosh brandished his Battle Axe, ready to fight.
Suddenly, a strange whirlwind swept through Icecrown Citadel, engulfing Muradin and over a thousand Dwarf Warriors, and they vanished without a trace.
"That works too!"
Saurfang the Great was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Muradin had some connection with the Scourge, he did not expect him to be so blatant in his distrust.
Jaina was secretly delighted and immediately used telepathy to call out loudly:
"Saurfang the Great, time is running out. Dranosh is your son; you must settle things with him."
Saurfang sighed deeply, feeling helpless, and went into the cabin to change into a new suit of armor.
As the Orgrimmar's Hammer approached the balcony, surrounded by a large group of soldiers, Saurfang the Great, carrying his Battle Axe, walked step by step toward his son, roaring:
"You unfilial son, do you even recognize me?"
Dranosh sneered, "Of course I haven't forgotten. My father, Thrall, tortured me by every means possible in Dalaran, and you just stood at the door listening without doing anything."
Saurfang the Great was taken aback, not expecting Dranosh to still retain his memories from his previous life. Saurfang the Great shook his head and smiled wryly.
"You should understand, after the failure of the Wrathgate, we are no longer able to contend with Thrall."
Dranosh brandished his Battle Axe and laughed smugly:
"Therefore I am honored to be a member of the Scourge. One day, you and Thrall will both fall to my axe, and I will be the Restless Souls of the Warchief Horde."
Saurfang the Great frowned and said disdainfully, "Look at you. You're just an Undead. The leader of the Orcs can't be a dead man."
Dranosh glanced at Jaina, then said meaningfully, "The Undead can also be resurrected, just like Tirion Fordring."