"Mate, what do you think that fellow who looked like a High Elf was doing here?"
Kurdran's mouth was stuffed full, and his normally gruff voice sounded a little muffled to Alvin.
The boy spread his hands and shook his head to show he didn't know. "Who can say?"
"But I doubt it's anything good," the Dwarf Warrior muttered, swallowing his roast meat.
Despite saying that, the easygoing Wildhammer Dwarf didn't seem particularly worried. He wiped his greasy hands on his clothes and beckoned Snowwind over from the corner.
Having dealt with the curious Dwarf, the boy lowered his head and focused on the food in his hands. The firelight from the hearth danced in his eyes.
He knew perfectly well that the Red Dragon mage and Antonidas had come for one reason only: to rescue Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, who was being held captive by the Orcs. But there was one thing he couldn't understand.
In the game, the Red Dragon mage who had spent so long living among mortals didn't send his apprentice to rescue the Red Dragon Queen until ten years after the Dark Portal, when the Orcish Horde had been utterly defeated. But now, the Orcs hadn't even set foot in Hillsbrad Foothills, and the controlled Red Dragons had only just appeared for the first time. Yet Krasus had hurried here with Antonidas.
Why was that? Was it because the Wildhammer Dwarves, who belonged to the Alliance, had shown how effective they were against the Red Dragons in the earlier battle? Or had reality changed from the history he knew?
Perhaps, in the history of the game, the Alliance couldn't inflict heavy losses on the young Red Dragons controlled by the Orcish Horde. So now that the Alliance had killed so many Red Dragons on