"I'd be happy to help, Kurdran..." Looking at the eagerness on the dwarf's face, Karin slowly said, "But... I think this might be a little difficult."
He had actually known the story's origins for some time... A curse the Dark Iron queen had laid as she died shrouded Grim Batol. It had made the city uninhabitable for the Wildhammer dwarves, forcing them to leave their homeland...
But that in itself was somewhat suspicious.
Magic capable of cursing an entire city had to be at least legendary in rank.
And dwarves were a race with very little affinity for magic; high-ranking dwarf High Mages had been exceedingly rare throughout history. Could that dwarf witch named Modgud really have accomplished this on her own?
Karin did not believe it. If that witch had truly surpassed the legendary rank, either Dalaran's archives or Medivh's library would surely have recorded her, but neither had...
So there was only one other possibility: the power of this curse came from the ancient force behind the Dark Iron dwarves...
Ragnaros the Firelord, the Fire Elemental Lord among the four great Elemental Lords!
Karin did not think he was capable of lifting Ragnaros's curse.
Especially when he could be certain that Ragnaros was awakening beneath Blackrock Mountain.
Kurdran Wildhammer looked somewhat disappointed, but it had not been beyond his expectations.
"Why don't we go take a look at Grim Batol?" Karin suggested.
"All right!" Kurdran nodded.
The two left the tent. Kurdran took his gryphon, Skare, while Karin turned into a black raven.
"I'll come along and take a look too!" A calm voice came from behind them. It was Anduin Lothar, who also mounted the gryphon Kurdran had given him.
Karin nodded, and the three flew together toward the ancient mountain range nearby.
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