Muradin hid in the secret chamber containing Titans Relics, which itself was also Titans Relics. After becoming the King of Ironforge, he automatically gained the chamber's recognition.
Despite the overwhelming force of Moira's army, Muradin was not worried. Even at the height of their power, with Ragnaros's support, the Dark Iron Dwarves were still no match for the Ironforge Dwarves.
Moreover, Moira was a woman, and this was her first time leading troops into battle; she lacked experience.
In addition, Emperor Thaurissan's many capable generals had been largely eliminated, leaving him with nothing more than a seemingly strong but internally weak Iron Army.
Muradin's biggest worry is the Titans Relic in Moira's possession, the Dream Hammer, a weapon capable of killing invisibly. He must find a way to deal with it.
Inside the secret chamber, Muradin found the user manual for the Titans Relics. After reading it carefully, he realized that the Titans Relics had various terrible side effects and should not be used lightly.
Muradin was relieved that dealing with the Dream Hammer was not difficult; many Titans Relics could do it. Magni was only caught off guard by the Dream Hammer because he underestimated it.
At the same time, Muradin confirmed that the Bronzebeard Clan served the Elune.
Muradin found the notes of his predecessors, which contained detailed records.
"The moment you enter the secret chamber, the radiance of the Moon Goddess descends from the sky, filling the entire chamber with a soft glow, and the majestic voice of Elune, resounds in your ears."
"I am overwhelmed with gratitude, and I prostrate myself in the glory of the Moon Goddess, listening to Moon Goddess teachings."
Muradin was baffled; why hadn't he received this treatment?
By rereading the handwriting left by his predecessors, Muradin found many similar clues: upon entering the secret chamber for the first time after inheriting the King, he would receive an oracle from the Moon Goddess.
Muradin felt a chill run down his spine, and quickly realized a possibility.
Perhaps Magni Bronzebeard not truly dead, and the King may one day return.
Muradin warned himself that he must not harm Moira's life.
"King of Ironforge isn't easy!"
Muradin pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable solution, so he decided to fulfill his promise to Prince Anduin first.
Muradin found a frozen human man, and gazing at his handsome face, Muradin was reminded of many things from the past.
"A bright young man who often offered Magni's advice, but unfortunately he died young."
Muradin used Titans Relics to alter his appearance and fabricate memories.
After receiving Muradin's invitation, Prince Anduin came to meet Muradin.
To demonstrate his determination to retire from public life, Anduin commissioned a skilled Dwarf blacksmith to create a Lion King's Iron Mask and entrusted the only key to Muradin for safekeeping.
Anduin and Muradin stood together. In the opposite room, a young man who looked very much like Anduin sat in a chair, Anjing reading a book.
"It's so lifelike," Anduin exclaimed.
Muradin said with a hint of smugness:
"This was a young nobleman, who, like you, was pampered from childhood and Mastery in noble etiquette and customs. During the war against the Lich King, his family went bankrupt, and he fled to Ironforge, where he unfortunately died of illness. My brother thought his appearance resembled yours, so he preserved his body, which unexpectedly came in handy."
Anduin was secretly surprised. Everyone said that Dwarves were simple and kind, but it turned out that they were full of schemes and tricks.
Carefully examining the boy before him, Anduin asked hesitantly, "Although he looks exactly like me, why do I feel something is off?"
Muradin chuckled and said, "I didn't copy all of your memories. I made some deletions and added some familial affection and love. For example, his utmost respect for King Varian, Thrall extreme obsession with Savior, and his willingness to die for Azeroth."
Anduin chuckled, "So it's just a fool. That puts my mind at ease. But can he fool Jaina? Jaina is an Archmage; her methods are extraordinary."
Muradin smiled faintly and said:
"There's no need to fool Jaina, just Thrall. Jaina went through so much trouble to get 'Prince Anduin,' she definitely doesn't want to cause any more trouble. As smart as she is, she'll play dumb."
Anduin, and realized that Jaina was indeed that kind of person. He let out a sigh of relief and said:
"A flawless plan, King Muradin. I won't remain idle in Ironforge. I've built up considerable connections and possess a wealth of intelligence in Stormwind City. If the Humans ever clash with humans, I will certainly stand with the Dwarves."
Muradin chuckled and waved his hand, saying:
"It's alright, humans and Dwarves will always be friends. But there's a problem now: Moira is leading the Dark Iron Dwarves towards Ironforge. The Dwarves of Ironforge are not afraid of the Dark Iron Dwarves. Back in the War of the Three Hammers, even the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves combined were no match for us."
Then, Muradin said with a sorrowful expression:
"Moira is, after all, of the Bronzebeard Clan bloodline. I really don't want to ruin the harmony, nor do I want to see bloodshed within the Humans. I don't know what to do."
Anduin for a long time, his mind a jumbled mess, unsure of what to do.
Muradin then said:
"You saw it all, my brother turned into diamonds, but he didn't die. I have a feeling he will return someday. I am now the leader of the Frost Dwarves, and I really don't want to get involved in this mess in Ironforge."
Anduin understood immediately: Muradin was afraid of his Magni's return, worried that his throne would be threatened, or even that his life would be in danger.
Anduin's eyes darted around, and a plan came to mind.
"If you were the King of Ironforge, you would have to relinquish the throne upon King Bronzebeard's return. However, if three Kings were to sit on the throne, King Bronzebeard might lose his courage. You still control Ironforge and have not lost anything."
Muradin's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
As the saying goes, the law does not punish the masses. As long as the Bronzebeard Clan, the Dark Iron Dwarves, Wildhammer Dwarves unite, even if Magni returns, they will be powerless to stop them.
Muradin said with great interest:
"Since the death of King Modimus Anvilmar of the Mountains, the Humans have been divided into three and have never been united again. Perhaps this is an opportunity for us to put aside our past grievances and unite."
The Dark Iron Dwarves' army approached Ironforge and set up camp near Kharanos.
A letter was delivered to Moira. Moira opened it and was surprised to find that it was a handwritten letter left by her father.
"Moira, by the time you read this letter, I'm afraid something terrible will have happened to me. You must be wondering why I haven't passed the throne to you. For so long, the Bronzebeard Clan has ruled Ironforge with wisdom and strength, but a terrible curse has been afflicting us. Every King of Ironforge suffers agonizing torment in his later years. To break this curse, our ancestors tried to pass the throne of Ironforge to the Anvilmar Family, but to no avail."
"I couldn't break the curse in my lifetime, and I wanted to pass this task on to you. Just the other day, I realized how much I owe you. I'm not a good father. All I can do is prevent you from inheriting this tragic Destiny."
Damn it!
Moira held a ball of Flame in her palm, burning away her father's letters, her face filled with rage.
"Father, you don't understand me at all."
Moira gritted her teeth.