Brann is the youngest of the three Bronzebeard brothers and the liveliest one. The moment he saw the heart of Yogg·Storm, he immediately He jumped up from the chair, ran over in a few steps, and held the overwhelmed Yogg tightly in his arms. Old Dwarves's tears flowed freely, and his emotions could hardly be suppressed, and there was no need to suppress them.
Magni also walked over quickly and stood next to his brother, Yogg... Uh, no, Muradin's expression was still blank, but it was not because he was calm. In fact, when he called out the names of Magni and Brann just now, he had already remembered some of the previous things.
Including things about the Ironforge and Dwarves kingdoms, but all memories disappeared after he accompanied a Prince into Dragonblight.
Muradin shook his head, desperately trying to recall that blank period, but the familiar, splitting headache feeling came to his mind again. That Pain made him want to give up, but he was unwilling to do so. Unlike Pain, who had obeyed countless times before, after seeing his relatives, Muradin was unwilling to let the memory dissipate.
So he started to resist!
I resisted the buzzing and screaming Pain in my head, and then the pain became more and more painful!
"Ah!"
Muradin pushed Brann away, not out of dislike, but out of fear of hurting him. This Dwarves held his head, knelt on the ground, and roared like a wild beast.
"Ah! Stay away... don't come near me!"
Rage surged through the body. Magni saw this scene and immediately went to help, but was stopped by Muradin with difficulty. Dick also stood up and walked to Muradin. Almost at the same moment, Pain in his head reached the extreme, attacking his reason like a battering ram hitting the city gate.
Muradin fell to the ground, struggling, struggling!
"Poof"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Dwarves fell into a coma, but his body was still twitching.
"Bang!"
Ice Rock Hall and Great Door were also pushed away at this moment. Frost Dwarves, who was holding a weapon, looked at Muradin who fell on the ground. He suddenly became anxious and shouted to the helpless Magni and Brann,
"What did you do to our King! Damn liar!"
"We don't!"
Brann hugged Muradin's body. He didn't care about the blood on the ground. He shouted to the excited Frost Dwarves, but the latter didn't believe it at all. They pushed and pushed Muradin back, but how could Magni and Brann give up the brothers they finally found?
The scene was extremely chaotic!
At this time, Dick raised his left hand, and with a blast of Holy Shock, it directly shattered the thick ice layer above his head, leaving a hole the size of the palm of his hand. Cold wind blew in from it, and the whole chaotic scene suddenly became silent. Paladin shouted with a cold face,
"Don't you see that your King is bleeding? Let him go, I can cure him! What he needs now is a doctor, not Warrior!"
This roar made the excited Frost Dwarvess calm down a bit. In the battle that took place during the day, Dick's power had left an indelible impression on everyone, especially the scene where he suppressed the riots on the entire earth with golden flashes at the last moment. That scene was just like Deity falling from the sky.
But Frost Dwarves would not choose to give in because of fear. They stubbornly surrounded Muradin, protesting silently. Looking at the bodies of the soldiers shaking because of fear, they gritted their teeth and stayed by Muradin. Dick breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became more relaxed.
"He really needs help. Such continuous blood loss will kill him!"
"We also have doctors who can use Icethorn combined with ice spring water to suppress Yogg's old injuries! This is how we cured him before!"
An elder Frost Dwarves slowly walked into the hall, holding a fresh, white lotus herb in his hand. He had obviously just collected it, but Dick shook his head.
"Your herbal medicine can Salvation his body, but I can save his soul. As you can see, he is very Pain... He needs my help."
Elder Frost Dwarves was stunned for a moment. Magni also stepped forward and took off his hood, revealing a face that was very similar to Muradin. He looked at elder Frost Dwarves sincerely and said loudly,
"I don't know you, but I can guarantee that the person lying in your arms is my brother, the person connected to me Bloodline. I believe Dick can save him. We have no ill intentions!"
A few seconds later, the elder Frost Dwarves gritted his teeth and signaled the soldiers to let go of Muradin. He looked at Dick and said seriously,
"Outsiders, Yogg means more to us than just a King. Although you are very powerful, don't try to hurt him, otherwise everyone in the Frost Dwarves Kingdom will be your unrelenting enemy!"
Dick nodded, then half-knelt on the ground, he took a deep breath, and silver Order Power came out of his left hand, his Holy Light Healing has poor sex, but Order Power has a certain recovery effect on the sequelae caused by any mental attack. He is very familiar with the story of Muradin, and he knows that the amnesia of this Mountain King at this time was precisely caused by the explosive death impact on his spirit when Arthas pulled out Frostmourne.
In fact, this was indeed the case. When the silver light spots entered Muradin's body along his head, the twitching of his body quickly subsided. After the elder Frost Dwarves drank the herbal medicine made from Icethorn and ice spring water, the wounds inside Muradin's body healed quickly.
Dick's treatment was still continuing. Brann curiously saw the unfaithful expression of concern on the elder Frost Dwarves's face and asked curiously,
"How did Muradin become your King? I'm very curious about this."
Frost Dwarves The elder glanced at him and did not care about the title, but whispered,
"During the darkest period of Frost Dwarves, Yogg gave us hope!"
"I remember it was 5 years ago. The Steel Iron Dwarves of Loken discovered the secret of Frosthold. They sent an army to capture this place. Many of our kindred were killed. The last Frost Dwarves were also forced to Migration, but our power was too weak and we lost Frosthold's shelter, we couldn't survive in the crisis-ridden Storm Peaks, so we had no choice but to escape elsewhere. It was at the junction of Crystalsong Forest and Storm Peaks that we found the dying Yogg. He was buried in a snowdrift and almost frozen."
"Did you save him?"
Magni also joined the conversation. The elder Frost Dwarves nodded, with a sighing expression in his eyes, "Yogg's body was already in extreme condition at that time. We used the last bit of Icethorn to barely cure his injuries, and then fled with him. However, three days later, we were surrounded by Steel Iron Dwarves who were chasing us... I thought at the time that I We were about to die, but at that moment, Yogg woke up. He didn't even have time to ask, so he was forced to join the fight to the death. But he was as powerful as an angry beast. Those Steel Iron Dwarves couldn't stop his Charge at all. Even with the simplest stone sticks, he led us, a group of homeless refugees, to defeat those extremely vicious guys!"
"We lived in the mountains and plains for more than a month. Yogg took good care of himself and learned our language. He was very smart, even smarter and more powerful than any Frost Dwarves. He soon became our leader, and then he They decided to lead us back to Frosthold. We had no way to go, so we responded to Yogg's call and attacked Outpost all the way to Steel Iron Dwarves, and rescued many brothers and sisters."
The frost dwarf elder looked at Muradin, whose breathing had returned to normal. With a hint of indescribable pride, he continued to tell the legendary story of Muradin in the Storm Cliffs.
"That day, I remember very clearly, Yogg, with nearly a thousand rescued Frost Dwarves, stood at the entrance of Frosthold's Great Door, holding his hand Holding the Warhammer and War Axe that he made, he vowed to help us regain Frosthold to repay our life-saving grace... You may not know, Frost Dwarves is the most Weaklings race in the entire Storm Peaks. We are not as cruel as Steel Iron Dwarves, and we are not as cruel as Iron Giants is so powerful, but not as agile as Vrykul. We are weak and weak. We have lived like mice for tens of thousands of years, and can only live on the edge of Storm Peaks."
"Even the entire Frosthold was built for refuge. There has never been anyone, no leader like Yogg, who is unwilling to bow to the entire Storm Peaks, never before. And that day, he rushed into Frosthold with Frost Dwarves who started to resist and fight for the first time. His bravery is unbelievable!"
"King His Majesty is the strongest!"
Another Frost Dwarves guard guarding Muradin said loudly, "I was beside King in that battle. He killed at least 200 Steel Iron Dwarves by himself. Those guys were so frightened by him that they ran away like the most timid moles!"
"He taught Frost Dwarves to resist and fight!"
Elder Frost Dwarves looked at Magni and Brann, and finally sighed, "We finally begged Yogg to stay and continue to lead us. He had nowhere to go, so he agreed., so in the past five years, we have our own soldiers, even our own army, and have recaptured the entire Frosthold Mountains, but I know that Yogg often suppresses its own Pain."
"His heart is longing to see his true relatives and hometown. He has done enough for us. Now... no matter what choice he makes, we will only sincerely Blessing him, but he will always be Frost Dwarves's King. There is no doubt about this, and we will even remember him forever in our heritage."
At the same time, in Muradin and Sleep, he was also experiencing his own past, a past that he had completely forgotten.
From a very strange third-party perspective, he watched everything he experienced, including his encounter with Arthas at Dragonblight, including Prince's insistence on looking for Runeblade who was the Cursed E, including accompanying him to Frostmourne Cave, studying Runes on the blade, and Arthas pulling out Frostmourne despite the obstruction. That scene with Longsword.
Also, he was injured by Arthas, and Chaos woke up in the snow, forgetting everything and escaping, and finally crossed the border of Dragonblight, where he fought with giant insects, and then fled into Crystalsong Forest. In the end, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell in the snow leading to Storm Peaks.
Then he was rescued by the elder, and he knew the story well.
Although it was only five years, it was as long as a lifetime had passed. Muradin roared and roared. He saw Icecrown Glacier from a third-party perspective, saw the figure holding Runeblade, saw the disdain on his face, and saw the darkness behind him.
"Ah! Ahhh! Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Muradin turned over and jumped down from the stone platform. He looked around vigilantly like a Warrior, and then saw the excited elders Magni, Brann, Frost Dwarves, and the human standing beside them. The very special aura emanating from him seemed to be the aura that woke him up from his sleep.
"Do you remember? Muradin? My brother!"
Magni looked at him, Brann and the elders also looked at him nervously. Muradin glanced at everyone's eyes, and finally looked at his own hands, which made people feel as powerful as five years ago. He raised his head and said hum.
"I remembered... everything, my relatives, my hometown, Ironforge and Storm Peaks, and... my enemies, my past and my future, the things I had to do, everything came to mind."