Frost Sorrow beside Arthas suddenly snorted, and Arthas asked in his heart, "Little Frost, what's wrong?" Frost Sorrow said disdainfully, "That High Elf just lifted her chest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info" Arthas was stunned and asked, "What's the matter?" Frost Sorrow continued to say in her contemptuous tone, "Such small breasts, no matter how strong the master is, he won't like it." ”

Arthas was a little helpless, why was the little magic sword's attention always focused on this kind of place?But the figure of the High Elves was indeed a little thin, Arthas secretly glanced at Winlessa's somewhat regretful chest, and felt that in a sense, Frost Sorrow was right.

Wen Lesa noticed that the little kid was staring at her chest with a sneaky gaze, and her face immediately flushed, and she lowered her waist slightly, and glared back unceremoniously. At this moment, Uther was suddenly heard saying, "The orcs have moved. Winresa hurriedly put Arthas's lewd actions behind her and looked towards the door of the orc camp.

At the gate of the orc camp, nearly a hundred orc wolf cavalry were neatly lined up, and nearly a hundred orc warriors, armed with heavy weapons, followed behind. A team of less than 200 men sealed the gates of the orc camp to death. However, in the face of the thousands of human cavalry wearing all silver and white armor and riding tall horses on the opposite side, these orc warriors all felt a tragic feeling in their hearts - after today, will anyone in the entire Frostwolf Clan still be able to return to their homeland?

Splittooth followed the chief closely, walking towards the human army on the other side. Suddenly, in the front row of the human army queue, he saw the human warrior who stabbed himself with a sword and healed himself, and hurriedly waved his hand to him and shouted: "This is our chief, we are here to negotiate!"

Tirio Fordin's position is at the front of the paladin's queue, and while he does not approve of the slaughter of innocent orcs, he still carries out orders from King Terenus and the Prince of Arthas. As time passed, and the wolf cavalry of the orcs blocked the entrance to the camp, making the glimmer of hope for peace in Tirio's heart dim and dim, the orc captive who had been released by himself walked out of the camp with an old orc, and shouted something to himself.

Although Tirio Fording couldn't understand the orc, he seemed to understand what the orc meant. With his boots tapping his horse's belly, Tirio rode out of battle, stopped in front of the old orc, made a gesture, then turned his horse's head and led the two orcs towards the snow hill where Uther and the Prince of Arthas were. The moment he turned, Tirio's hand couldn't help but touch the hard half of the tooth in the pocket of his robe, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth - may all go well, and the humans and orcs can finally find peace.

Beneath the snow hills, Alexandros Mograini pressed his sword to the hilt of his sword, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the two orcs who were walking behind Tirio Fordin. Tirio dismounted not far away and walked over with the two orcs, only to be stopped by Mograine. Tirio asked, confused, "Mograini, what's wrong?"

Mograine raised his chin at the two two-handed swords at the old orc's waist and said, "They have weapons on them. The old orc noticed Mograine's movements, quickly unloaded the weapon from his waist, threw it on the ground, and spread his hands evenly to show that he was unarmed. Mograine let go of the hilt of his sword and nodded at the old orc, then at the cracked tooth behind him, and shook his head.

The old orc understood that the other party only allowed him to go up alone, and said something to Splittooth, and Splittooth took a step forward in dissatisfaction, wanting to argue, but was stopped by the old orc, who shook his head at him. Splittooth finally bowed his head in front of the old chief, leaned down and picked up the two two-handed swords on the ground, held them in his arms, and took a few steps back. The old orc followed Tirio Fording up to the snow dunes, while Mograine continued to press the hilt of his sword and glared at the cracked teeth in front of him, as if the orc would slay him under the snow dunes at the slightest movement—of course, Mograine did not recognize the orc in front of him as the prisoner who had been seriously wounded just now, or he might have desperately plunged his two-handed sword into Tirio Fortin's heart.

On the snow mound, Mage Khadgar was telling Uther and Arthas what the old orc had just said: "The old orc said that he had come with the determination to die, so that the young orc did not have to worry. Uther frowned and said, "Surely you die?" it seems that the orcs do not have much hope for this negotiation!"

Master Khadgar nodded, and glanced at Arthas again - there was probably no one present who had much hope for this negotiation except for the wishful Tirio Fortin, right?besides, the intentions of the Prince of Arthas were also difficult to figure out...... Master Caedega was determined to carefully observe Arthas's movements and intentions in the negotiation for a moment, to discern whether his disciple had completely fallen over to the side of the demons and orcs.

The old orc chief followed Tirio Fording to the snow mound, and as soon as he spoke, everyone present was stunned - "I am Drektar from the Frostwolf Clan, and I am now the Temporary Clan Chief. Humans, say what you want. "Although the tone and accent are extremely strange, the old beast's mouth is actually speaking the lingua franca of humans.

Uther asked in surprise, "Do you speak the lingua franca?" The old chief of the Frostwolf Clan, Drektar nodded, and continued to say in that strange tone, "Yes. Humans, what shall I call you?" Uther felt awkward, but it was clear that an orc chief who could speak the lingua franca made him feel a little more hopeful of negotiations. After introducing Arthas and Khadgar one by one, Uther pointed to Tirio and said, "This is Paladin Tirio Fordin, and he is also the master of Hearthvale. It was at his request that we agreed to negotiate with you. ”

Drektar turned to Tirio Fording and politely thanked him. Then he turned his attention to Arthas, the prince of men, and if he had kidnapped him, would he be able to exchange the peace of his tribe with the human army? Drektar then mentally rejected the idea, telling himself to be calm - in the presence of a mage, a ranger, and two strong warriors, even though he was the last shaman among the orcs, he was not sure that he would capture the young prince. What's more, this prince is not simple, and there is not a trace of the existence of the elemental spirit around him. Drektar wondered a little - what was the power that prevented the elemental spirits of the origin of all things from approaching this young child?