"You say it again?"

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Seeing that a fight was about to start, Daillin Prodmore and King Terenus hurriedly began to fight.

Time passes little by little in such a farcical meeting, and of course, such a meeting will only have one result in the end, and that is to break up unhappily.

Eventually, Jean Greymane fed up King Solas' repeated provocations and left Lordaeron's palace after the meeting.

That's right, it's the royal palace - the king of the kingdom of Gilneth did not stay for the banquet.

Arthas felt that his majesty, in addition to being angry, should be in a hurry to return to his palace and digest this failed journey.

By the way, maybe he'd really send that Aiden's nephew over here to be a clerk or something—because this guy is obviously useless now.

What Arthas didn't expect, however, was that Jean clearly had something else in mind.

In the teleportation circle of the Kingdom of Gilneys, arcane brilliance flashed, and Jean Greymane returned to his palace, taking his men with him.

"You, write a letter to Mr. Thorvo of the Silvermoon Council for me, telling him that the Alliance is about to declare war on Quel'Thalas, and that humanity will send messengers to Silvermoon City to make rude demands."

Jean Greymane commanded one of his men.

Obviously, this man is not just a guard, he is also responsible for doing some other work for Jean.

"Understood, Your Majesty."

The guard led the way, and in the dark halls, Jean hid his face in the darkness with a conspiratorial smile.

Terenus, Soras...... Since you need war, then I will give you war!

However, at this time, no one in Lordaeron's palace knew about Jean's tricks behind his back.

Arthas arrives in the dwarven lounge with Frost Grief, and as soon as he opens the door, he sees Magni Copperbeard, already drunk.

Muradin Brass was not much better than his brother, who was sleeping on the carpet, and he was holding a barrel around Kudran Brute's neck.

Furstad was perhaps the most sober of the group, for he was able to stand up when he saw Arthas.

Soon, however, the young Hammer Dwarf fell to the ground like Magni Copperbeard, for his two little short legs had tripped together.

"These guys are ruined ......"

Arthas turned his head and said helplessly to Prince Danas behind him.

"That's it, at least wait until after the banquet to get drunk!"

Prince Danas said dissatisfied.

Almost forgot—the prince was also an alcoholic—Arthas reminded himself in his heart.

"Let's change rooms!"

Arthas said to Prince Danas and Mograine.

That's right, Mograini - despite being a paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Mograini and Arthas had an adventure together.

Of all the paladins, Mograine and Arthas were the closest of all the paladins, except for his teacher Uther.

In another common room, Arthas and Frostmourn sat together, while Prince Danas and Mograine sat across from him.

"What is the situation in the southern barracks?"

Alsace is more concerned about this issue.

"The orcs don't seem to have any idea of making a comeback...... At least we haven't found such a call-up yet. ”

Prince Danas said.

"However, it seems that the situation is still not optimistic, there are more and more demons running out of the rift in time and space, and the mages are gradually unable to suppress it, and they need to rely on the power of the soldiers. During a clash the other day, several soldiers died at the hands of demons. ”

Mograine added.

These are just the stragglers...... Arthas knew that when the Burning Legion invaded in a big way, humanity would suffer more than that.

"Arthas!"

Suddenly, the door to the break room opened, and Daylin Proudmore walked in with his son, Drake.

"You're here!"

Daylin Prodmore said.

"King Dalin."

Arthas did not get up, but nodded to the lord of the kingdom of Kurtilas; After all, this is a private occasion, and there is no need to be too polite.

"What about Gianna? Isn't she with you? ”

Daillin Proudmoore inquired about the whereabouts of his youngest daughter.

"Oh......"

Remembering the way Gianna had cried before, Arthas couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Gianna soiled her dress, and my sister took her to get a new dress."

Arthas replied.

"Oh......"

Daylin Prodmore nodded.

"Prince Arthas, there's something I'd like to talk to you about alone, okay?"

Drake said suddenly.

"Of course, Prince Drake."

Arthas smiled and nodded, then looked at the others in the room.

"Let's go have a drink, the feast won't start for a while."

Prince Danas said.

"I'll have to get Terenus to bring out his treasure this time."

Daillin Proudmore left the room with a smile, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face the moment he closed the door.

- Drake, the kid...... What to say to Arthas?

"Prince Drake, is there anything wrong with you?"

Arthas asked with a smile.

"You know what I want to ask."

Drake replied with a cold face.

"To be honest, I don't know. If you want to ask about your body, I can really tell you...... Do you think it makes sense, though? ”

Arthas asked rhetorically.

"Nope."

Drake shook his head.

Drake knew something about his body, and he learned a few things about it after meeting the necromancer.

Drake felt that he had been turned into an undead by Arthas, an undead with a consciousness of his own who looked the same as a human in appearance.

Drake knew it was a choice he had made, but now, he had something he wanted to confirm.

"I know I'm supposed to be a dead man now, but I know a few things about necromancers...... The only thing I want to make sure of is that you won't take advantage of me and hurt my family. ”

Drake said.

"You can rest assured that I don't have a reason to do that, do I?"

Arthas replied.

Drake nodded—as he could see, the little guy in front of him really didn't have a reason to worry about his family.

The little kid won the friendship of the red dragon, and the beautiful lady by his side who was able to use powerful ice spells; At the same time, he was the future king of Lordaeron - the heir to almost no contenders.