The gates of Fort Rapids have been turned into a construction site in full swing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the battle at midnight last night, a madwoman who came out of nowhere knocked down the gates of Rapids, and although the battle was now favorable, the necessary protection was still necessary, because most of the adult men were conscripted into the army and were now on an expedition with Prince Danas, so the palace guards once again took on the responsibility of building the new city gates.

Arthas sullenly leaned into Frostmourn's arms, riding on a warhorse with his little magic sword - of course, it was Frostsorrow who was at the helm.

King Terenus's cavalry guard slowly passed through the broken gates of Riptide Castle, and the sharp-eyed palace guards recognized King Terenus and stopped the other court guards from interrogating him.

King Terenus's escort was almost the only cavalry in Riptide Castle, and in last night's battle, Lordaeron and Stormwind had suffered heavy losses in reinforcements, but it was the carefully selected horses that had suffered greater losses, and King Terenus's escort did not participate in the battle, so the horses were retained, while the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron could only have a few hundred escaped horses collected from outside the battlefield, as well as horses from the fallen warriors of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and most of the paladins and royal guards of Lordaeron could only temporarily become infantry。

In the aftermath of the Great War, the streets of Fort Rapids were empty, the doors were closed, and women, the elderly, and children had not yet recovered from last night's shouts of slaughter—civilians were always so powerless in the face of war.

At the entrance to King Soras's palace, Terenus and the others dismounted their horses, and the porter and attendants gathered around them, took them away, and sent them to the stables to be washed and fed.

"Arthas, what are you going to do next?" King Terenus asked his son as he walked into the palace.

"I don't know, father. What about you?" Arthas was in a very low mood, answering his father's questions without a beat, and even Frost Sorrow felt his master's depression, and was rarely quiet.

"I'm going to have breakfast with King Solas, and then we'll go together to pay our respects to the soldiers who have been wounded in the war. If Archmage Antonidas and his mage forces are able to reach Fort Riptide in the morning, we will need to meet with him once. "King Terenus knows his agenda inside out.

"Well, father, I wish you all the best. I want to go back to my room to sleep. Arthas didn't find anything of interest in his father's schedule, and took his leave, and Frostmourn grimaced at King Terenus, and then hopped after his master, and left with him.

King Terenus smiled at Arthas's faux pas, and it was not until Arthas's back almost disappeared at the corner of the stairs that His Majesty cried out, "Oh yes, Arthas, the leader of the orcs is being held in the dungeon." It is said to speak the lingua franca, and if you are interested, you can interrogate it for me, and perhaps you can ask something out of its mouth. ”

Arthas paused in his footsteps, and the name "Orgrim Doomhammer" came to his mind, which really piqued his interest when he heard his father say it.

"I see, I'll go, father. Arthas's voice came from behind the stairs, and King Terenus turned and walked to King Soras's drawing-room—when they had left in the morning, they had agreed to have breakfast together when they returned—with a strange and strange smile on his face, and he didn't know what pleased him.

Walking up the stairs and through the corridor, Arthas came to the door of his room, and noticed that the door was open, albeit with a small gap.

"Hmm, is there anyone in there?" Arthas said to himself—perhaps the chamberlain's routine cleaning after he had stayed away!

The little prince pushed open the door, went straight to the bed, threw himself on the bed, and said weakly, "Don't clean up yet, I need to rest here now, and I will leave in a while, and then you will clean up again." ”

Arthas was going to rest for a while before going to the dungeon to meet the orc chieftain, who was speaking to the chamberlain who was cleaning the palace.

After saying this for a while, Arthas did not get a response, which made him wonder - could it be that these attendants had already left the room? No, why didn't he even hear the footsteps? Besides, His Majesty King Solas's chamberlains would not be so rude, would they? Even if they were leaving, they should have said goodbye to themselves!

And...... I don't know if it was an illusion, but Alsace seemed to smell the aroma of the dishes—he had left in a hurry in the morning, he hadn't had time to eat breakfast, and now he felt a little hungry...... Could it be that the attendants have already brought breakfast to the guest rooms?

With such doubts in mind, Arthas got up from his bed and opened his eyes. And then......

In front of Arthas was the person he most wanted to see and the last thing he wanted to see...... Oh no, dragons. I want to see it because Arthas really wants to fix this guy, and I don't want to see it because Arthas wants this guy to die!

The Red Dragon Queen was sitting at her desk in her room, a large desk filled with plates and bowls of food that was the source of the aroma of the dishes.

Our Majesty was staring at Arthas in a daze, as if Arthas's sudden return had startled her and stopped what she was doing, holding a piece of cherry pie in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, and the yellow chicken leg had even reached the mouth of Her Excellency.

"Arthas, why did you come back?" the Red Dragon Queen asked, quizzling, as she put the chicken leg down.

Seeing that Arthas had been staring at him intently, his eyes full of unkindness, the Red Dragon Queen furrowed her long and delicate eyebrows, her face was full of reluctance, and the hand holding the chicken leg stretched forward vigorously, and her tone was full of reluctance: "You...... Do you want to eat the drumsticks too? But this is the last drumstick......! If you really want to eat it, I'll give you half of it...... But it's been said beforehand! up to half!"

As she said this, the Red Dragon Queen stole a glance at Frost Sorrow, who was staring at her like Arthas - the chicken leg herself wanted to eat too, but she didn't want to be repaired by this guy, so she had to give the chicken leg half to the human imp head!