Seeing that it was Prince Liam who insulted Gianna, the businessmen wisely kept their mouths shut and did not dare to speak.
The drunk Prince Liam still refused to let go, standing on the table and yelling at Gianna.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.
Among the drinkers present, there was a person from the Dove of Peace. Hearing Prince Liam's arrogance, he secretly recorded it and reported it to his superiors. After many channels, it was finally sent to Theramore.
At this moment, Jaina was in the Exodar. When she heard that it was Thrall's mission, Prophet Velen didn't dare to neglect it and agreed immediately.
Velen must meet Thrall's requirements.
Velen has a natural fear of the orcs. Ever since the draenei fled to Azeroth, Velen has strictly prohibited the draenei from taking revenge on the orcs.
There's a heated debate going on in Ironforge.
Muradin invited Falstad Wildhammer, the representative of the Wildhammer dwarves, and promised some benefits. The two sides quickly reached a tacit agreement and united against Moira's Dark Iron dwarves.
Since the War of the Three Hammers, the Wildhammer dwarves have settled in the Hinterlands and the Twilight Highlands, and have lived with the griffons ever since.
They knew that they could not capture Ironforge from the Bronzebeard family, so they did not refuse to trade with the Bronzebeard family to obtain the weapons and armor they wanted most.
Muradin thought that Moira was alone. When Moira and King Varian entered Ironforge together, Muradin felt something was wrong.
Varian was the first to speak, loudly saying:
"I am the leader of the Alliance and the king of Stormwind City. Now Azeroth is facing life and death. The great savior Thrall needs a container. I order you to hand over Prince Anduin immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
Muradin was secretly surprised and glanced at Varian suspiciously.
Moira kicked Varian away and roared: "Get away, you loser."
Afterwards, Moira straightened her clothes and said loudly:
"Uncle Muradin, I don't know how you tricked your father into passing the throne to you, but everyone here knows that I am the legitimate heir to the king of Ironforge."
Muradin frowned slightly and said politely: "My child, that is not a lie. Your father passed the throne to me after careful consideration."
Moira glanced at the calm Falstad Wildhammer and said coldly:
"Uncle, you must have thought that the Dark Iron dwarves are the weakest and cannot compete with you for the throne. Yes, the Dark Iron dwarves today are indeed no match for the Ironforge dwarves, even if they unite with the Wildhammer dwarves."
"But you are wrong." Moira said resolutely: "Look at you stupid dwarfs. After so many years, have you ever changed at all? Do you know why I turned to Thaurissan? It's not because of love, but because of love.
I see the hope of the dwarves in him."
"Is the hope you are talking about cooperating with the Lord of Fire?" Muradin asked.
Moira smiled and said:
"As long as we can become stronger, why not cooperate? This world is full of crises. The orcs are eyeing all living things. Azeroth is in crisis. The dwarves may be exterminated at any time."
Moira pointed at King Varian:
"Are you going to wait for the mercy of the orcs like this stupid human?"
Varian was not convinced and wanted to argue, but when he thought of Moira's flames, he could only remain silent.
Muradin was furious and roared:
"Damn it, Moira, you are betraying the dwarves. We, the dwarves, rule this land with wisdom and justice, and we will never allow betrayers like you to appear."
"It's so ridiculous."
Moira opened her arms and said loudly:
"Don't you understand? Only I can bring you changes and let the dwarves embark on a new era. The black iron dwarves you see are extremely weak, but if I open the treasure house of fire and transform them into flame dwarves, the entire iron dwarves will
Hearth will be ablaze."
"Crazy, crazy." Muradin was furious and furious:
"Moira, you have been swallowed up by your own greed! Those are just tempting baits, and there must be a conspiracy hidden behind them. You will plunge the entire dwarf clan into eternal disaster."
"Muradin, my uncle, times have changed."
Moira's body burst into red flames, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, like a burning fire element. Her feet stepped on the ground, leaving deep lava footprints.
"See with your own eyes, how can such a powerful force be a bait?" Moira said loudly: "How does it compare to the storm and holy light you worship?"
"Oh my God, such terrifying power."
Falstad Wildhammer was stunned and stunned, with a look of envy on his face.
For a long time, the Wildhammer tribe has been unable to fight against the Dragon Roar clan and is very hungry for powerful power.
Muradin was so frightened that he trembled all over and made a terrifying sound:
"No, no, this kind of power is too terrifying, Moira, you have fallen into too deep, and you still have no time to regret it. This should not be the fate of our dwarves."
Moira looked directly into Muradin's eyes: "Uncle, don't you long for this kind of power?"
Muradin shook his head: "Rather than lusting for power, I follow tradition more. Holy light, please save our poor dwarves."
"The Light hears your prayers."
A familiar voice came, and Prophet Velen crossed the portal and appeared in front of everyone. His expression was extremely calm, and he looked at the burning Moira.
"Look at this evil power. It reminds me of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden. Their greed led to the destruction of the entire Argus. The kind-hearted Eredar turned into demons and caused countless disasters.
Tragedy. Look at us Draenei, although we are wandering in the universe, our hearts are full of joy and peace, and we live very fulfilling lives."
Moira sneered: "Stupid draenei are just food for the orcs. You will be eaten completely by the orcs one day."
Velen said quietly: "Moira, you don't understand the greatness of the Holy Light. King Muradin of Ironforge, can you allow me to purify this terrible evil?"
Muradin hesitated for a moment and nodded affirmatively: "Thank you for the prophet's help, I just hope that Moira's life will not be harmed."
Viren nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly:
"Merciful Holy Light, please save this lost creature in front of you and eliminate this evil power. The kind and kind dwarves should not bear this fate. Let the Holy Light purify everything."
Endless holy light fell from the sky and shone on Moira, who was bathed in fire. Moira held her head and shouted loudly: "Damn it, Velen, you are trying to destroy the hope of the dwarves. We dwarves should not be like you Delai
Just like the Neanderthals, they were eaten alive by orcs."
The holy light melted the flames in Moira's body. Her body trembled and she kept screaming in pain. Velen's expression was peaceful and peaceful.
"What you don't understand is that being eaten by orcs is a great honor. I am proud of the Draenei."
Muradin's heart was shaken, and he suddenly had doubts. If they lost the Titan relics and the protection of Elune, the moon god, could the dwarves avoid the fate of being eaten by the orcs?
The answer is obvious, the dwarves are no match for the orcs.
"Maybe I made a big mistake, and the dwarves will be wiped out because of my decision today." Muradin secretly blamed himself.