Duque lamented in his heart as he complained, Not every man is called Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Alas, Azeroth was still a world with backward medical care and harsh natural environments. Babies who weren't particularly strong couldn't survive to adulthood at all.
In a sense, the average physique of modern people was actually far inferior to that of medieval European adults.
That was a long story.
"Ahem." Duque coughed a few times before he could catch his breath.
Muradin glanced around. "Come on, let's get back to our base."
The dwarves really had burrowed out of the ground. No one would have thought that under the wet, muddy swamp, the dwarves had opened countless tunnels.
They weren't simply reinforced with wooden planks, but tunnels with standard beams and pillars, as well as stone roofs.
Looking at the tunnel, which was rather low by human standards and was wet from time to time, Muradin immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, my friends, we didn't mean to mistreat you. After all, this is built to dwarven standards."
The most majestic dwarf wouldn't be taller than 1.6 meters. So the dwarves already found the tunnels at a height of 1.8 meters to be very comfortable.
This was hard on the big guy, Gavin Rad, who had to crouch all the way along.
Walking in the tunnels, everyone got over it. Only Marian used her magic, a little disgusted. She covered the entire ceiling, walls, and ground with frost elements to make sure that the places she walked were relatively clean.
Muradin frowned but didn't say anything.
As they walked and talked, Duque finally learned why Muradin was here.
At the beginning of the alliance, Muradin had stayed in Lordaeron as the highest representative of the bronze-bearded dwarves in the alliance. He also tried his best to get support for his country.
Muradin soon discovered that, in fact, it was enough for him to deal with Duque. Because as long as his request wasn't too outrageous, Duque would get it for the bronze-bearded dwarves even if he had to go to other human kingdoms to extort, and use his own fleet to deliver it directly to the meeting point on the northern coast of Iron Stove Castle.
Medicine, food, even iron ore.
Duque did the best that an ally could do.
Over time, Muradin and Duque became very good friends.
Recently, the Alliance had begun to switch from defense to offense. Muradin could no longer sit still and handed over the work to his deputy. He immediately rushed back to the Iron Furnace Fort. In a situation where Magni was unable to allocate more manpower to him, the second son of the Bronzebeard family relied on his dozen or so good friends to attack the mines controlled by the orcs and rescue many of his compatriots from within.
Then, relying on these rescued compatriots, they organized a resistance army in the wetlands and attacked the Orcs everywhere.
Duque couldn't help but laugh involuntarily, "I was wondering why the sky was filled with flying dragons, but it turns out they're actually searching for you!"
Duque felt like he had been implicated.
Muradin did not show any weakness, "Isn't it to prepare in advance? When you attack Sador Bridge, we can support you from the south! "
Duque smiled bitterly.
After walking for more than half an hour, they finally arrived at the base of Muradin's rebel army — the Verga excavation site in the southern part of the wetlands.
Unlike the excavation site in the future, which was filled with all sorts of things, this was now just the dwarves' excavation site. The innumerable pits and complicated terrain gave the Orcs a headache.
To the orcs, the dwarves here were even more troublesome than groundhogs that loved to dig holes. The orcs had temporarily abandoned this place. In a sense, this was a liberated area for the dwarves.
In the huge cave, the dwarves here noticed the guests Muradin had brought, as well as Sasha and Marian in the group.
A dwarf's eyes lit up, "Ah — beautiful elven ladies! And two of you! "
The dwarf ran over and bowed clumsily, "Falstead the Dragon Catcher is at your service, elven ladies!"
Note that this fellow only bowed to Sasha.
Only then did Duque realize that before him, the high elves of Cuel Salas were the dwarves' only truly trusted allies. Of course, this did not completely explain why Falstead's attention was focused on Sasha. It wasn't just him, most of the dwarves' gazes were focused on her. Evidently, they found her very charming.
Ugh, did you forget someone?
At the side, Marian had her hands on her hips, the word "annoyed" written all over her face.
Duque hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright. For the sake of your liberation, let's get down to business."
The group of five ignored this little interlude, and went to an even more secluded cave within the large cave. It was very narrow when they entered, and there was a huge sluice gate. According to Muradin, it could even block out dragon breath.
When they arrived at Muradin's command center and saw the flags representing the orcs on the sand table, Duque immediately realized that things were more troublesome than he had imagined.
He saw many small flags near the Grimbator Fortress that was now under the control of the orcs.
Muradin introduced them to Duque one by one.
"Those damned green-skinned creatures knew this day would come. Ever since Orgrim and the Horde suffered a tragic defeat at the gates of Lordaeron. The Horde's forces began to gather here. Look, these are all second-rate clans of the Horde. Each clan has about 10,000 to 30,000 people, and most of them are adult orcs. This is a steel tooth, that's a digging tooth, and that's a broken axe. "
Duque narrowed his eyes.
Without the Red Dragon Army, the victorious Alliance army would not take long to reach the Khaz Modan region.
Yes, the Alliance of Lordaeron might have to go all out to reach here, but Duque had no doubt that the Alliance could do it. Duque could almost imagine the scene of the Alliance army gathering north of Sador Bridge.
However, as long as Orgrim was still the chief of the Horde, he could imagine that the Alliance wanted to further weaken the orcs before the army attacked. The simplest way was to kill the Red Dragon Queen, or rescue her.
Also, the clumsy Lordaeron elite bandits had already sounded the alarm for the orcs.
This situation was at least ten times harsher than the rescue mission in history. Now, more than a hundred thousand Orcs had surrounded Grim Batol.
Even if the combat power of these second-rate clans was at most half of the orc warriors of the Blackstone and Warsong clans, and not much stronger than ordinary human soldiers, they were still not 100,000 pigs …
"Duque, you said you want to save the Red Dragon Queen? Are you confident? If you are, I have a thousand elites here to carry out a feint attack for you. " The heroic Muradin was definitely a friend. One look and you could tell that he was the kind of good brother who was willing to go through mountains of knives and seas of fire for his brothers.
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