The leader of the dwarves was Muradin Bronzebeard, the younger brother of the Dwarf King Magni Bronzebeard. He was also Arthas 'martial arts teacher and good friend when he was young.
In the original plot, it was Muradin Bronzebeard who led Arthas to Frostmourne. When Arthas pulled out the magic sword, the fragments flew out and pierced Muradin like a spear. Arthas had a chance to save his closest friend, but he chose to ignore it after pulling out Frostmourne and let Muradin die in pain in the cave.
All in all, Muradin was a kind and loyal dwarf.
Han Lingqiu had saved his and his companions 'lives, so he treated Han Lingqiu as a good friend.
The Dwarves lived in Dan Morrow, a region covered in snow all year round, so they were very used to the cold climate and didn't care about Noscent's terrible weather.
However, they were still very happy to be able to eat some hot food in such cold weather.
As for where the steaming hot food came from, Han Lingqiu had purposely left behind 1500 tons of gold. Now, there were only 1000 tons left. The 500 tons of gold were all exchanged for gold coins from the human countries, and then used to make large purchases in Dalaran.
Herbs, ores, alchemy materials, enchantment materials, rune materials…He bought almost everything he could think of, including many specialties of Azeroth, such as salt and pepper lion legs, magic grilled ribs, Fernal sparkling wine, dried mackerel, and so on.
Because the ingredients used to make the food were special, the high-grade food in Azeroth had special effects. How could he not try it?
Of course, these dwarves didn't need to be fed with good food. Just the large amount of palace food that Jaina prepared was enough to satisfy them.
In fact, for them who had been exploring the world for a long time, those exquisite high-class meals were really not as valuable as the ordinary food in their hometown.
Especially Muradin. Because of his special status, he often visited the royal families of various countries and especially liked the palace pastries of the human race. Now, he was hugging a pile and chewing on it like a dwarf's perpetual motion machine. He didn't even want to stop eating.
Finally, the guy choked and gulped down the beer on the table. Han Lingqiu took the opportunity to ask,""Muradin, what are you doing here?”
Muradin swallowed a mouthful of food and reached for a glass of beer to wash it down.""Alright, young man, but there's no need for everyone to know about this.”
"Thank you for trusting me, Muradin."”
The dwarf patted him on the shoulder and laughed boldly."You saved our lives, child. Since you can find this place, you have the right to know what my people and I are doing here. I'm looking for a legendary item.”He blinked, swallowed a mouthful of beer, wiped his mouth, and continued,""We dwarves are always interested in strange things, you know?”
"Of course." Han Lingqiu nodded.
Muradin put down the pastries made by the palace bakers, fumbled for his pipe, lit it, and leaned back in his chair before continuing,""We're looking for a legendary Magic Tool. It's said to be one of the best treasures among Magic Tools. News about it only came out recently, and when we heard about it…hmm, we've been trying our best to find it for a long time. Although we have some special spells to track it down, it's a pity that we're unlucky.”He raised his eyes and looked past Arthas at the vast wilderness. For a moment, the joy in his eyes faded and was replaced by a gloomy expression.
Han Lingqiu didn't know what he was feeling sad about. Muradin came back to his senses and scratched his messy hair."We're looking for a rune sword called Frostmourne. We followed the magic information all the way here, but the closer we get to that place, the more zombies we encounter. I'm too old to know if it's a coincidence.”
Muradin was an old explorer and did not believe that this was a coincidence.
Han Lingqiu was deep in thought.
Muradin being able to track down Frostmourne was definitely a trick of the Lich King. Muradin's appearance in Noscent was also part of the plan to lead the prince to the magic sword.
In other words, before Prince Arthas appeared, the Lich King would not allow anyone to see Frostmourne, which was why Muradin was beaten back by the zombies again and again.
If Han Lingqiu asked Muradin to lead the way, she would also be ambushed by the Scourge Army.
To be honest, he was not afraid of the terrifying number of the Scourge Army. After all, there were many Saint Seiyas who were good at clearing small monsters. However, he was afraid of encountering the high-level soldiers of the Scourge Army, such as... the Dreadlord!
The Dreadlords weren't part of the Scourge Army. They were the most capable members of the Burning Legion and the first demons to join the legion. They had once relied on their innate cunning to help the Dark Titans destroy many worlds in the physical universe. Now, they were only following the orders of the Deceiver Kil 'jaeden to ensure that the Lich King Ner' zhul would follow the orders of the Burning Legion and plunge the human world into chaos.
The Dreadlord was the ruler of darkness and spirit. It had a special ability similar to mind control. Even the most ordinary Dreadlord was at the Legendary level, and the elites among them could even reach the Advanced Legendary level. Han Lingqiu would probably have to rely on speed to escape if she encountered it.
The Light of Purification from before had probably alerted the enemy. If he tried to snatch Frostmourne now, he might be beaten up badly.
Han Lingqiu thought about it and said,"Since that road is too dangerous, why don't we think of a way to go around it?"?”
He couldn't possibly tell him not to look for it anymore. It was a big pie coated with poison, so he could only use these words to brush it off.
Arthas would probably be arriving soon, and the prince would naturally negotiate with him. He just had to make sure that he got on the bus with Arthas.
"That's the only way," Muradin said."We'll scout the way tomorrow morning."”
The night was silent.
The gray and grim dawn arrived. The first ray of light shone through the window and shone on the extinguished fireplace.
The sleeping dwarves were very diligent. They quickly got up from the floor and washed their faces with the melted ice and snow with Han Lingqiu's water. They ate the leftover food from last night as breakfast and went out together in the wind and snow.
The snow that fell this time was not soft snowflakes, but hard ice shards that could sting the skin.
Dark clouds gathered and covered the sky.
The wind wailed like a lost child, stroking their hair with cold fingers.
A group of people wore bamboo hats and lowered their heads as they moved forward mechanically in the wind and snow.
Time seemed to have lost its meaning here.
After walking for a few minutes, hours, or even dozens of hours, the eyelashes of the dwarves were frozen, and the Arctic wind that was like a blade of wind and a sword of frost finally stopped.
At this moment, a voice came from the wind.
There was an indescribable sound of tearing, tearing, and chewing, as if a beast was tearing at its prey.
" There are zombies," Han Lingqiu reminded." There aren't many of them."”
"Get ready!"
A group of dwarves took out their hunting rifles and loaded them in an orderly manner. They walked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of wandering corpses from afar.
There weren't many of them, only around twenty.
"Smash them!"
Muradin was the first to pull the trigger. In the intense gun fire, a bullet as thick as a finger shot out. It carried a burning flame and drilled into the neck of a zombie. Then, it exploded like a bomb, knocking two zombies nearby to the ground.
This was a Hunter's skill, Explosive Shot.
With Muradin as an example, the other dwarves opened fire one after another, smashing a bunch of zombies into pieces.
"Continue forward!"
Muradin shook his shotgun, his beard sticking up. He seemed to be in a much better mood.
The group continued forward and killed many zombies along the way. There were quite a number of them, but as long as they did not gather together like last night, it was not difficult for Muradin and the others to deal with them. They did not need Han Lingqiu's help.
After walking for a while, another group of figures appeared in front of them.
This time, Muradin did not even need to say anything. The dwarves raised their hands and fired a volley of bullets. Then…the figures only paused for a moment before rushing behind any cover they could find-trees, rocks, and even snow.
Zombies didn't know how to find cover.
Muradin shouted,"Holy shit! You are not zombies! You are alive!"
"Muradin?" "Muradin Bronzebeard, is that you?"”
"A very familiar voice."
Muradin walked out from behind a row of guns and carefully observed from a distance. His gloomy face then broke into a smile." Arthas, buddy, I didn't expect to meet you here!”
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