Yogg·Storm's heart finally took back its power within three breaths, not because of fear, but... curiosity.
Yes, curious.
He could feel that the powerful man in front of him had no ill intentions. He even helped his people calm the shaking of the earth. It seemed hard to imagine, but it was true. In that light...Holy Light, yes, Holy Light, Yogg was sure that he had never seen this kind of light before, but why did the word Holy Light come to mind when he saw this light?
Frost Dwarves King felt that his blank memories seemed to have some kind of surge, but the next moment, a splitting headache made him give up the memories on his own initiative, just like countless times in the past.
"Then... let go of my people first!"
Yogg whispered, Dick shrugged, waved back, Earthen let go of the Stone that was trapped on the bodies of those Frost Dwarves Scout Chains, and Ironaya, who calmed down, also returned to normal height. She Rage looked at Yogg eagerly, but after the young man appeared, she restrained herself a lot, which made people have to doubt the identity of the person in front of her.
After several Frost Dwarves returned to their own camp, Yogg·Storm's eyes softened a little, but that was all. He turned around to leave, but was stopped by Dick,
"Won't you invite me to sit in your Frosthold?"
Yogg's footsteps paused for a moment. He turned around and looked at Dick warily, "People like you will be wary of wherever they go, right?"
Dick was choked by these words, but he asked curiously,
"Aren't you interested in your past? I don't believe you haven't discovered the difference between you and your "people". You should know that you don't belong here... I know your past, believe me, it is far greater than you imagine!"
Yogg's head began to hurt again, but he used his strong will to stop his random thoughts, and then shook his head. However, it was probably Dick's friendly attitude that made him feel goodwill, or it reminded him of other things. In short, it was the first time that he honestly said to Dick,
"I am very interested, but now, you and your Burning Legion, as well as those ubiquitous steel armies, have launched such a terrible war in the entire Storm Peaks. The entire Storm Peaks will inevitably be involved in it. Frosthold is unwilling to become a victim of your war... So although I am very interested, now is not the right time. The safety of my people is more important than my past."
This Dwarves paused for a moment, then pointed at the Frost Dwarvess behind him,
"As for me being different from them, of course I know, but... they recognized me. In the most critical moment, when I was desperate, they saved me. That's enough. This is my home! I don't allow anyone to destroy it!"
Yogg's eyes paused on Dick and Ironaya, and his tone increased,
"Anyone!"
Dick tried to find some information from those eyes, but no, those eyes were so pure that it was outrageous. In the end, Dick gave up the plan. He thought about it, smiled and said to Yogg·Storm,
"Tomorrow at the latest, I will send some people... right here!"
Dick pointed to the land under his feet, "If you want to see them, then meet them. If you don't want to, just let them leave. This is my gift to you, a gift to the former Champion. I very much hope that we can become friends, Muradin..."
"Then... who is that?"
A rare Doubt appeared on Yogg's face. When Dick shouted that name, his head no longer hurt, but it felt like it had exploded, almost going blank. However, when the blank passed, he still couldn't remember anything.
"That was you..."
Dick glanced at Yogg·Storm's heart one last time, then turned and left, his voice still echoing in Dwarves's ears,
"That's your name."
"Muradin·Bronzebeard."
Dick left, Ironaya gave Yogg a last, fierce look, but still left with Earthen, but Yogg seemed to have lost his soul, standing there without any trace of this ferocious Dwarves Warrior's demeanor just now, the elder Frost Dwarves beside him looked at him worriedly and asked in a low voice,
"Yogg, are you okay?"
"No... it's okay!"
Yogg glanced at the deserted snow again, then turned back and smiled at Frost Dwarves around him, "Don't worry, I'm fine, let's go! Let's go home!"
Yogg·Storm's heart has undoubtedly been completely disturbed, but in another place, there is also a group of people whose moods have been completely disturbed.
Even better, they also have the last name Bronzebeard.
Ironforge's King hall is very quiet. Magni King has the habit of reading briefings every afternoon. He uses these briefings to obtain major events in the country and better understand the situation in his country. Royal Guards all know this, so no one will disturb the great His Majesty Magni at this time.
Only the crackling sound of the flame in the fireplace kept the entire hall warm and comfortable.
Magni looked at the briefing in his hand, with the word "Chuan" wrinkled on his forehead. This time Northern Expedition, Ironforge also sent the elite Stormpike Burning Legion, the letter sent back from Marshal Fandral also explained the upcoming Angrathar battle, which made Magni is very worried. Unlike the human kingdom, Northern Frontier's Undead chaos has always been seen by Ironforge, Bronzebeard King I can't imagine if my own country encountered this kind of Scourge, how would it deal with it?
And once the Angrathar battle fails... the result is destined to shock the world. As a ruler, Magni must be prepared to deal with this situation in advance.
But just as he was thinking, the door of the hall was rudely pushed open. Magni raised his head and wanted to scold the person who broke into the kingdom hall, but he saw his brother Brann, Prince of Ironforge, and the honorary president of Explorer's League.
But at this time, Brann couldn't even see a trace of calmness on his face. He waved the Magic Letter in his hand, his eyes full of anxiety and Joy. He rushed to Magni's table, panting, grabbed the Ale on the table, drank it all, and then said to his brother,
"Found it!"
"What?"
Magni was still a little confused, and then heard Brann explain, "Muradin has been found! Our brothers have found him now at Storm Peaks, Dick!"
"What?!"
Magni immediately took Magic Letter from Brann's hand and read it word by word. When he realized that Muradin had really been found, all the solemnity on His Majesty's face was wiped away. He laughed and patted the table.
"I knew it! I knew that the men in our Bronzebeard family would not die so easily! Look at him, he has become King of Frost Dwarves, hahaha, he is indeed Bloodline of Bronzebeard!"
Brann also laughed loudly and said,
"The elders of Arcane District are already communicating with Portal. I can go there tonight and I will bring Muradin back! We can't let him run around the world again this time."
The joy of the two Bigwigs is justified. Although they heard the news about Muradin from Dick before Northern Expedition, Ironforge Scout sent by went through many difficulties and dangers to reach Storm Peaks, but in that deserted Wasteland, they could not find anything useful at all.
If Muradin's missing War Axe and Warhammer were not indeed found there, Bronzebeard Clan would probably think that Dick was deceiving them. Now, the arrival of this letter has cleared Dick of suspicion.
Magni sat back on the chair, his fingers beating on the table, and after a few seconds, he said in a deep voice,
"I'll go too!"
"What?"
Brann looked at his brother, Magni glanced at him, "I said, I'll go too Stormy Cliffs."
"This... isn't appropriate."
Brann scratched his head, "You are King of Ironforge, a symbol of this country. If you go there in person, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble. Recently, our trade with those guys from Dark Iron has just begun. If something happens and you are not here, it will probably..."
Magni waved his hand and interrupted Brann's words.
"Let Rhaella handle it, her identity is more suitable, and I am not going there this time just for Muradin. The news sent back by Fandral Staghelm makes me a little worried. The situation on the front line is very bad, and even makes me a little scared. I must go and see for myself. What happened to Northern Frontier must not happen again in Ironforge."
King His Majesty took a deep breath and nodded towards his brother,
"Go and urge the elders to speed up. We will get there as soon as possible."
Four hours later, in Ice Rock Hall of Frosthold, Brann and Magni in Disguise were curiously observing everything around them. Dick sat opposite them, savoring the Ale brewed by Frost Dwarves with river water frozen for thousands of years.
Frosthold is Northrend Frost Dwarves The only Outpost is located on the top of a mountain at the edge of Storm Peaks. To be honest, when Dick saw the real Frosthold for the first time, he was also shocked by these Frost Dwarves's fantastic ideas. This castle is completely built under the ice!
It was still covered with heavy falling snow. To be honest, when he saw this castle, Magni also understood why the Royal Spies he sent returned without success. If there were no acquaintances to lead the way, it would be difficult for him to find this place even if he was walking on the top of the mountains.
The Frost Dwarves people have lived here for tens of thousands of years. They have already adapted to this life under the ice. Like Wildhammer Dwarves, they have domesticated the ferocious Storm Peaks White Eagles as their companions.
But it is very difficult for Frost Dwarves to reproduce. In addition, for tens of thousands of years, Iron Burning Legion of Loken have been suppressing their living space. In the entire Frosthold, and there are less than 1,000 Frost Dwarvess living there, which is also the number of all Frost Dwarvess, not even as many as the number of people in one City of Bronzebeard Dwarves.
Just 5 minutes after the three visitors arrived, Ice Rock Hall's door was pushed open, and the three people looked at Great Door's position at the same time. The eyes of Yogg·Storm also collided with the eyes of Magni and Brann.
"Forge is on top, Muradin!"
"You... you are...Magni! Brann! Oh my god!"