Captain Jack of Azeroth

Chapter 318 King Thaurissan

In the Black Iron Bar, four people sat around a table.

Jack concentrated on tasting the wine. He had to admit that the wine in the Black Iron Bar was indeed very good, especially the Sapphiron liquor, which had a unique taste and was very beneficial for casting fire spells.

Muradin looked at the hands of Soridorsan and Moira clasped together, his face looked very ugly, and he didn't even have the heart to drink.

Soridorsen smiled. Although he lost the war, he won at this moment.

Moira looked at Muradin with pride. She felt very proud to be able to vent her husband's anger.

Muradin said in a deep voice: "Moira, do you know how much Magni misses you?"

Moira nodded, "Of course I know, but I'm grown up now, and I have the right to decide my own life."

"But you are Bronzebeard, how can you be with Thaurissan? He must want revenge on us, so he is with you."

"You are wrong, Uncle Muradin, we truly love each other."

The uncle and nephew started arguing at the dinner table, and neither could convince the other.

Jack looked at Soridon, "Don't you want to say something? Your wife fell out with her family because of you, what do you think?"

Soridin was stunned for a moment, and seeing Muradin's angry expression, he couldn't help but feel touched. He pulled Moira and said, "Uncle Muradin is thinking about you. Let's talk it over."

When Moira heard this, she wanted to ask Soridorson whose side he was on, but she didn't say anything when she saw Soridorson's embarrassed look.

Jack waved to the bartender, "Give them some drinks, and let them drink and talk. Just tell them what's on their mind."

The bartender quickly served the drinks, and Jack pushed them in front of them, "Come on, let's have a drink first."

Muradin picked up the wine glass and drank it quickly, then slammed the glass heavily on the table. "If it was someone else, I would have smashed it with a hammer."

Moira also took up the wine glass and drank it, then smashed it on the table. "Except for Uncle Brian, you two brothers only know how to fight and kill all day long. You are very powerful, but so what? Have you solved the problem of dwarves? Have you defeated the Dark Iron dwarves? No wonder the Wildhammer dwarves also left Ironforge, it's because of your reckless character."

"boom!"

Muradin drank another glass. "What about you? Marrying Thaurissan would be a betrayal to Bronzebeard."

“I’m pursuing love!”

Soridor watched the uncle and nephew drinking one cup at a time. Their conversation became more and more heated, trying to irritate each other.

Jack pushed the glass in front of Soridorsan, "Don't you deserve a drink from them?"

Soridar was stunned for a moment, then he also picked up the glass and drank it. After drinking three glasses in a row, Soridar was also drunk.

He stretched out his hand to block the uncle and nephew, "Can I say something?" The uncle and nephew were stunned for a moment, turned their heads and looked at Soridorsen. They thought about it and motioned for Soridorsen to speak.

Soridor opened his mouth, wanting to say something but no words came out.

Jack picked up the thing beside him and handed it to Soridorson.

Soridin took it, poured the wine into his mouth, and said excitedly: "Uncle Muradin, even though you don't want to acknowledge me, I still want to call you Uncle Muradin."

"Uncle Muradin, I was still very young when my parents died. I don't know what kind of hatred there was between the Three Hammers that led to what is happening now. My mother had to summon demons to destroy Grim Batol, and my father summoned Ragnaros to protect himself. Don't they know that neither demons nor Ragnaros are something that mortals like us can deal with?"

Muradin fell silent. He didn't know much about what happened back then. But now that he thought about it, it was nothing more than two reasons: power and interests.

The three hammers all wanted to monopolize Ironforge and the mines around Ironforge, and this conflict was inevitable. When the King of the Mountain was still alive, the three hammers could still maintain restraint. As soon as the King of the Mountain died, the conflict between the three hammers immediately broke out, and a war was fought that was devastating to all three sides. In that war, the population of the dwarves plummeted, and it was less than one-tenth of what it was before.

Thaurissan continued, "Uncle Muradin, the situation is different now. The three Hammers are divided into three places, and the conflicts have eased. As our business expands, we know that in addition to our own, there are many other races and powerful enemies. Compared with those powerful enemies, the differences between the three Hammers seem to be nothing."

Muradin looked at Jack, who spread his hands. "Why are you looking at me? Keep talking!"

"Jack, are you here just to drink?" Muradin said speechlessly: "I think you planned it in advance, tell me your purpose!"

Jack laughed, "You're not that stupid!"

He raised his glass and gestured to the three people. "Muradin, you know me. My philosophy has always been to unite all the forces that can be united. Although there have always been conflicts between the Dark Iron Dwarves and you, after so many years, your hatred has actually begun to fade, but you just don't admit it!"

"The Bronzebeard dwarves live in Ironforge, the Wildhammers live in Aerie Mountain, and the Dark Irons live in Blackrock Mountain. Their main areas of activity are basically not overlapping. It's only because of the wars between them and the scramble for ore that they have some intersections. But the ore can be solved through trade. As long as you don't fight each other, you can keep your boundaries clear and not interfere with each other."

"Now that Moira is married to Thaurissan, this is a perfect opportunity for the Three Hammers to reconcile. You can try to put aside your hatred and strengthen communication. Even if you can't return to the era of the Mountain King, you can turn hatred into cooperation."

Muradin looked a little unhappy, but Jack said, "Muradin, you should know how powerful our enemies are. I am worried that it will be difficult for the dwarves to cope with this war given their population. If something unexpected happens, Ironforge may disappear from this world."

Moira was stunned. "Enemy? What enemy?"

"Ancient Gods!" Jack said in a deep voice, "An enemy from ancient times is very powerful. Ragnaros is powerful enough, right? But in ancient times, Ragnaros was just a slave of the Ancient Gods."

"What?" Moira and Thaurissan exclaimed. They couldn't believe that someone as powerful as Ragnaros would be a slave of the Old Gods.

Jack looked at the two of them. "Why else do you think I would want to promote the Three Hammers alliance? If it was an ordinary enemy, I would have dealt with it myself."

Soridorsan expressed his doubts, "I know the Dark Iron Dwarves are no match for you, but is your target Ragnaros?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, I am here for Ragnaros. However, I am not here as his incarnation, but as his true body in the Elemental World of Fire."

(End of this chapter)