First Impressions of Ironforge

"Is this Ironforge? What an exaggeratedly huge gate!" Remilia looked up at Ironforge's steel gates and exclaimed.

The Dwarves living here had actually hollowed out one side of an entire mountain and built it directly into their city gate. This steel gate, hundreds of feet tall, was probably the sturdiest city gate on the continent of Azeroth.

As they passed through the gate, Remi looked up at the enormous steel monstrosity overhead. If it fell, everyone would probably be crushed into meat paste.

Before she could marvel at the Dwarves' superb forging skills, another solemn and imposing Dwarf statue stood at the end of the long passage after they entered Ironforge.

He held a battle axe in his left hand and a warhammer in his right, glaring furiously toward the gates outside. Though it was merely a massive stone sculpture, the Dwarf warrior's armor, the patterns on his clothes, and even the Dwarves' iconic great beard had been carved with lifelike detail.

"Who is he?" Remi quietly asked Wendell.

"This is Modimus Anvilmar, the shared king of all Dwarves throughout history, later known as the King of the Mountains. To commemorate their great king, the Dwarves of Ironforge carved this enormous stone statue after building Ironforge." Wendell was extremely familiar with Dwarf history and gave her a detailed introduction.

As they continued along the passage deeper into the mountain, Remilia finally saw this great city, the crystallization of generations of Dwarf wisdom.

The mountain's interior had been almost completely hollowed out. Though they were now deep within the mountain, Remilia did not feel the slightest bit stifled or short of breath.

The soaring ceiling was at least a hundred yards above the ground, and many windows for light and ventilation had been opened high along the surrounding walls.

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