Moira was willing to give up priceless love, even if it meant being heartbroken.
But Moira absolutely cannot tolerate any threat to her throne.
Moira knew that when Dwarves got angry, they liked to speak recklessly and make wild claims, and what they said might not be true; it was very likely just made up.
But since it concerns the throne, there is no room for carelessness. Whether it is true or false, Moira must confirm it clearly.
As the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.
Although they are brothers born of the same mother, Muradin Bronzebeard, like his younger brother Brann Bronzebeard, disliked staying in Ironforge and having to be subservient to his older brother. Under the pretext of traveling, he spent years adventuring throughout Azeroth.
After Muradin became the leader of the Frost Dwarves in Northrend, he occasionally received aid from the Scourge. Muradin was content with this, and the distant Ironforge had long become a distant memory. Unless something unexpected happened, he would never return to Ironforge.
But Muradin had to take seriously the letter that Moira sent.
In particular, Moira claimed that she had evidence of Muradin's creation of Frostmourne, and that if he refused to return to see her, she would give the evidence to Thrall, which nearly made Muradin faint.
Even the Lich King Arthas was "killed" by Tirion Fordring, at least on the surface. Muradin dared not gamble on his luck, much less on Thrall's mercy.
Muradin had no choice but to hire a Dalaran Mages at a high price to teleport to Flame Crest in the Burning Steppes and secretly enter Blackrock Depths to meet Moira.
The two met in a secret room, Muradin, feigning composure, said:
"My dear niece, we're all family. Why can't we say things face to face? There are no outsiders here. You and I both know Thrall's character; he's a complete scoundrel. If you hand over the evidence to him, I'm afraid none of the Bronzebeard Clan will escape unscathed."
"I'm not that stupid," Moira said seriously. "The evidence has already been destroyed."
Muradin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. I wonder if my niece has anything else to say? The Frost Dwarves live in harsh conditions and can't live without me for a moment."
Moira smiled slightly and said, "Dear Uncle, if you insist on leaving, the evidence might surface again at any time, and that's beyond my control."
"Damn it, just as insidious and vicious as her father."
Muradin cursed inwardly, wondering about Moira's intentions. Did she want the Frost Dwarves ' rule? Muradin was very reluctant to give it up.
Moira suddenly asked, "My father has another woman, doesn't he?"
Muradin was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
Seeing Muradin's expression, Moira knew something was wrong, and calmly said, "I've obtained some evidence by chance, and I hope you're not lying to me."
Muradin, unsure of Moira's background, could only downplay the issue and say:
"Your father is, after all, the King of Ironforge. It's perfectly normal for him to have women; it's an open secret among the royal families of various races. Speaking of women, Thrall and Sylvanas are actually role models. I don't know much about Thrall; I've heard he's searching everywhere for medicine, Sylvanas's reason is that she's lost her ability to reproduce."
Moira glared fiercely at Muradin: "Damn it, I only want the truth, not excuses. How many Bastard Son does my father have? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, the evidence will be sent to Orgrimmar tomorrow and placed before Garrosh."
Muradin hesitated for a long time, then muttered to himself:
"One of your uncle Brann Bronzebeard's tasks is to collect beautiful women throughout Azeroth. I don't know how many Bastard Son your father had, but Brann has a long list of Bastard Son scattered throughout Azeroth."
Upon hearing Moira was astonished as if the Firelord had appeared before her, and the tall and upright image of her father, Magni Bronzebeard, collapsed in an instant.
"Anything else?" Moira asked calmly.
Muradin scratched his head and replied:
"Moira, you should understand that in your father's heart, you will always be the first in line to the throne."
Moira scoffed, "But I'm not the only one, am I?"
Muradin gave an awkward laugh:
"Your father secretly sent living expenses to his Bastard Son every month, and some of them were exceptionally outstanding. I remember one of them was raised in the Zandalari Empire, and your father said more than once with regret that he wished Moira were as outstanding as him."
Moira's eyes darted around, but instead of getting angry as expected, she calmly asked, "Are there Dwarves in the Zandalari Empire?"
Muradin said admiringly, "That's what makes him so outstanding. He's disguised himself as Orcs since childhood, and no one has noticed, making him a regular in Zuldazar's high society."
Moira covered her forehead, and instead of being angry, she laughed:
"This is the kind of father who actually prevented my love with Anduin. If I weren't the Queen of the Dark Iron Dwarves, I probably would have been abandoned by my father long ago, wouldn't I?"
Muradin shook his head and said, "Moira, you don't understand your father. He wields supreme authority. If he wants you dead, you will absolutely not survive."
Moira looked puzzled, and Muradin lowered his voice to explain:
"This is a secret of our Bronzebeard Clan. We have been serving a great being, and only through his protection can we become the eternal Kings of Ironforge. I don't know much about it; only when you become the King of Ironforge will you be qualified to know the truth. Moira, never defy your father, or you will truly die."
"I won't!" Moira shouted stubbornly.
"Everything I have achieved today is the result of my hard work. I've known since I was very young that Destiny can only be in my own hands, not by the Mercy of others."
Moira stood up and quietly gazed at the raging Flames beside her.
"If I could murder my husband, Emperor Thaurissan of the Dark Iron Dwarves, why should I King Bronzebeard of Ironforge?"
Muradin nearly jumped up in fright. "Moira, are you crazy?"
Moira smiled sinisterly, "My dear uncle, we should unite and fight against my father. Don't forget, I have leverage over you and can take your life at any time."
Muradin felt a chill run down his spine and asked nervously, "Moira, why do this? He is, after all, your father."
"Under the rule of the monarchy, there is no such thing as kinship," Moira said firmly.
Muradin shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, you don't know how difficult this is. We can't do it, we really can't."
Moira chuckled and said, "My uncle, you have to come up with a solution. After all, you know my father better than I do."
Muradin's face darkened; he knew he could no longer escape and could only try to face it.
After thinking for a long time, Muradin stammered:
"I obtained a Titans Relic from Ulduar, a legendary tablet that Legendary allows one to communicate with the earth and hear the voices of the elements, but in reality, it turns the user into diamond."
At this point, Muradin clutched his head and said in anguish, "No, your father is very clever. He won't fall for it. We will all die."