At that moment, Muradin looked nothing like a dwarf. With his massive build and metallic sheen to his skin, anyone who didn't know better would have thought an Iron Giant stood before them.
This was what Muradin looked like after using Heavenly Descent. The amnesiac Muradin had relied on this remarkable ability to help the Frost Dwarves defeat the Frost Giants who had invaded them. He had also gained a new name and a new identity. Now, Muradin was called Yogg Stormheart, king of the Frost Dwarves.
"Hahaha! Don't joke around. I'm no Muradin. You've got the wrong person."
Once he learned the people before him weren't enemies, Muradin returned to his normal appearance. Now, from the outside, he looked no different from the Frost Dwarves around him. He had become one of them and taken on the responsibility of protecting them.
The Frost Dwarves around them relaxed, too. Aside from their blue hair and beards, the Frost Dwarves of Northrend combined the best traits of the three dwarf clans: the Bronzebeards' warmth, the Wildhammers' courage, and the Dark Irons' seriousness. No wonder Muradin, who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, had so quickly fit in and become their king.
Watching Muradin and the Frost Dwarves enthusiastically urging everyone to drink, Sylvanas and Illidan exchanged helpless looks. Illidan had hurried to Northrend to join Sylvanas in finding a way into Ulduar and a means of bringing the Titan Keeper Odin back to Azeroth. Leiluo, who had yet to fully mature, could only rely on another Titan Keeper to deal with Loken.
Getting into Ulduar with the Frost Dwarves' help would undoubtedly make things easier. Their help would also be a major asset in the coming war against Loken. It was a win-win. But now, Sylvanas and