By capturing Zuaman, half of the war has already been lost, right? ”

Prince Danas said with a frown. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"So to speak."

Aurelia nodded.

"Let's move on tomorrow, and this time, we're going straight to Zu Aman."

Alsace made his own decision.

"Isn't it too risky to go straight to Zuaman? We can't be sure that the trolls have left their cities; Although our army was extremely strong this time, it was not so simple when we were held back under the city of Zuaman and faced with other troll armies from behind. ”

The one who did not hesitate to contradict Arthas in this way was, of course, his nominal teacher Uther.

"I know, Mr. Uther, but we don't have much time to go through all the troll cities one by one. On the way to Zuaman, we can check out the nearby troll cities, and if all the trolls there have disappeared, we can also speculate about other troll cities. ”

Arthas explained.

"It's doable...... But what about supplies? If we don't build a solid supply line, we may have supply problems when we go deeper into Zuaman! ”

Uther again raised the problems facing the coalition forces.

In the deep jungle, it is not easy for convoys and horses to walk, and although the Kingdom of Lordaeron has prepared abundant logistics for this war, how to transport them into the jungle is a difficult problem to solve.

As the coalition forces move deeper and deeper into the forests of the Wraith Lands, the problem will become more and more serious by the day.

"That's where we can help. Once we're settled, my companions and I can set up a giant magic circle through which we can transport supplies hoarded near Stratholme. ”

"Of course, this is a big drain on mana, and if Arthas decides to carry out this plan, I'm afraid we mages won't be able to help you in the next battle."

Master Khadgar said to Arthas.

"Then we'll solve the problem of supplies...... Very well, Mr. Khadgar, then I will trouble you and your companions. Paul, do we have enough supplies left to get to Zuaman? ”

Arthas thanked Master Khadgar before asking his lieutenant.

"It's a little reluctant, but according to the route on the map, if it's not too much of an obstacle, there should be no problem."

Paul wasn't entirely sure, he had to make his own judgment.

"Enough, then it's decided. Since we can't figure out what these trolls are doing, let's go straight to their lair! ”

Arthas nodded, making his final decision.

"Seconded."

Prince Danas frowned and thought about it for a while, but he really couldn't think of a better way, so he agreed to Arthas's decision, which seemed a bit "risky".

"Since there is no way to weaken the strength of the trolls step by step according to the previous plan, it is also the best way to choose to fight them now that our morale and physical strength are at the peak."

Uther pondered for a moment, comparing several possible options, and agreed to Arthas's suggestion.

"No matter what you say Arthas, I'm behind you."

Varian Ureon is unreservedly professed of his trust in Arthas.

"Little Alsace, you're the boss, you have the final say."

Muradin Copperbeard said in a somewhat vulgar tone, but Arthas knew that his dwarven friend would not support him worse than anyone else in the camp.

At this moment, a royal guard of Lordaeron outside the camp in Alsace suddenly walked into the camp.

Disturbing the ongoing military meeting, it was clear that the Lordaeron royal guard also had a hesitant look in his demeanor.

"What happened?"

Paul asked in place of Arthas.

"Yes, Lord Paul, the scouts have found a human outside the camp who claims to be the messenger of His Majesty King Terenus, but refuses to show any evidence, saying only that he wants to see His Royal Highness Prince Arthas."

The Lordaeron royal guard hurriedly replied.

"Is there such a thing?"

Paul was also stunned for a moment - the messenger of His Majesty King Terenus, but there was no evidence? How is this possible?

But Paul did not dare to make a decision on his own, and the matter was beyond his authority.

"Where is the messenger now?"

Arthas asked after a moment's thought.

"Outside the tent, he was guarded by the brethren."

The Lordaeron royal guard hurriedly replied.

"Bring him in."

Arthas commanded—whether this human being had been sent by his father or not, just bring him in and ask a few words for himself; What's more, even if he is a fake messenger, at this moment, the humans who appear in the forests of the Ghost Lands have also made Arthas very interested in his origins.

Soon, a young man in a pale blue robe walked into Arthas's tent, held between two Lordaeron royal guards.

Arthas looked at the young man, who looked to be in his twenties and had a mediocre appearance, and Arthas recalled it carefully, feeling that he had not seen this man in his father's side.

"Huh?"

Frost Sorrow let out an exclamation of surprise when she saw the young man again, and she quickly straightened up from her snuggled position in Arthas, staring at the young man for a long time.

"The host ......"

Frostmourn's eyes rolled into Arthas's ear, and she whispered a few words.

"Huh? Is there such a thing? ”

Arthas's face turned from flat at first to shocked, and after Frost Sorrow snuggled up to his arms again, Arthas's gaze was already very different when he looked at the human youth.

Frostmourn surprised Arthas, and in return, Arthas gently touched the top of Frostsorrow's head, causing the little magic sword to make a familiar purring and coquettish sound.

"Ahem."

Uther coughed dryly twice, reminding his disciple that there was still a whole camp of people waiting for him to talk, not flirting with his fiancée.

"I think you already know who I am."

Arthas hadn't yet spoken, but the human youth had spoken first.

"What?"

Prince Danas replied in amazement - what is this guy talking about without knowing it?

"You're right, but it really amazes me, both your courage and your ...... This spell. ”

Arthas wasn't too surprised by the human youth's words, and replied with a smile.

"I think I'm at least qualified to sit here and talk, facing guests from afar, there should be this in human etiquette, right?"

Ignoring the Lordaeron royal guards around him, the human youth walked straight to the table where Arthas and the others were, and sat down at the end of the table.

"If you insist, Mr. Troll. But before that, can you tell me your name? ”

Arthas acquiesced in the human youth's behavior, but his words surprised everyone around him.

"Giant ...... Trolls? ”

Varian Ureon looked at Arthas in astonishment, then at the human youth, wondering if he was too old to be dazzled.

"I'm sorry, this disguise was just to get into your camp without a hitch, and now, I think I can remove it."

As he spoke, the human youth's face began to blur; When the fog dissipated, the face of a troll appeared in front of everyone.

"What? Come on, take this guy down for me! ”

Paul was astonished - he had allowed a troll to come so close to His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas?

Although it was not Paul's fault, he still shouted angrily to his men to catch this unknown troll as soon as possible.