Chapter 51: WOW: 51 Alleria’s Disaster
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"Ding: Your reputation with the Burning Blade Clan is hatred."
The system's prompt made Alsace speechless. Guys, these people wanted to kill him, but they were killed in return. They still hate him, right?
At night, in the base of the hill dwarves, the group retreated here. The hill dwarves had won a great victory and were celebrating. They were dancing, drinking ale and singing in the hall. Previously, the Dragonthroat Clan of the tribe had been attacking the hill dwarves, causing heavy losses to the dwarves. They were forced to hide in the mountains and barely escaped. The seeds of hatred had been planted. At this moment, being able to kill the dwarves of the Dragonroar Clan was definitely a joyous thing.
Muradin drank ale in big gulps, laughed heartily, and boasted to a few hill dwarves about the things he had encountered in the past, and the tortuous experience of sneaking into Grim Batol Fortress to rescue people, oh no, to rescue the dragon.
The dwarf leader Rom came over and said, "Muradin, where is His Highness? Several distinguished guests are looking for him."
"Oh, he's in his room. He was really brave today and even killed an orc warlord. He's still young, and it's a bit difficult for him to experience such a brutal battlefield. Let him rest for a while."
Muradin said a lot of good things about Arthas. As a teacher, he was obviously very competent.