What's more, to put it mildly, from the standpoint of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, even if the defense line of the Riptide Fortress army is breached, there is still a strong and tall wall of Soladin that can stop the progress of the orcs. www.biquge.info But what Arthas couldn't figure out was that since the Orcs had decided to take advantage of the Wine Festival as an excellent opportunity to break through the Dammod Fortress and start a tug-of-war with the human army at the Sadol Bridge, why would they let their fleet be wiped out in front of the South Sea Town?

Even if those ships are not pleasing to the eye, it would be good to smash and sink them quietly in the Baladine Bay, so why bother to let them sink in Nanhai Town? The leader of the orcs is definitely a powerful figure, and even the customs of the dwarves in the wine festival are clear, so the destruction of these ships must also have a special significance.

Generally speaking, this is just a simple way to paralyze the human army in Nanhai Town, so as to give the alliance high-level the illusion that it is impossible for orcs to land in Nanhai Town. But without ships, even if the defense of Nanhai Town is weakened, it is impossible for the orcs to land here?

It wasn't until Mograini arrived in his carriage that Arthas couldn't figure out what to do. He shook his head, beckoning Frostmourn to get into the carriage, where Muradin had already jumped impatiently on the war sheep and urged his mount to gallop due south, and Mograini urged the eight pack horses to march at full speed toward the bridge of Sadore.

In the carriage, when Arthas and Frostmourn came in, Winresa was already dozing off on the back of the soft couch with her quiver in her arms—the poor High Elf Ranger hadn't slept well the previous night, and had another fragrant/glamorous dream when he dozed off in the tent of Archmage Antonidas in the morning, and had just been on duty again in the middle of the night, dragging her tired body to help Mograini prepare the carriage...... With the light above, Arthas himself felt a little sorry for Wen Lesa.

Winlesa sat opposite Alsace, her pretty and delicate countenance, not in the slightest bit tarnished by the fatigue of the journey. The carriage of the royal family of Lordaeron was smooth enough, but now Mograine has increased the speed of the carriage to the extreme, so that small bumps can be felt in the carriage.

With the amplitude of the carriage shaking, Wen Leisa's little head grew little by little, accompanied by the sound of even and long breathing, and the small green hills on her chest rose and fell slightly. As if noticing Arthas watching Winlessa, Frost Sorrow took Arthas to his lap with some displeasure and unceremoniously covered his master's eyes with his hands.

Arthas didn't say anything, and leaned quietly against Frost Sorrow's soft body. In the afternoon, Frostmourn forced Arthas to sleep well for a wicked purpose, so that he and his master could ...... So, Alsace is not tired now.

The true purpose of the orcs, who had not yet been figured out, hovered in Arthas's mind like a lingering shadow. In the haze, he seemed to be able to see the face of an orc who couldn't see clearly, but vaguely a cunning and evil one, and smiled mockingly at himself. Shaking his head, Arthas had to admit that the leader of the orcs was indeed a difficult opponent. He had not experienced the pressure head-on when he was too young to experience the pressure when it happened, but now that he thought about it, his father and Ser Anduin Lothar were good enough commanders.

Although Frost's Sorrow didn't really get what he wanted tonight, he was already in an intimate relationship with his master, far surpassing those women with big/breasts/breasts and small/breasts/parts, which made Little Magic Sword very happy. She put one hand around her master's small body, and the other hand gently stroked Arthas's hair, but in her heart she was thinking - those things of her master tasted strange, and she had to remember it next time, and she couldn't swallow it in her stomach, otherwise it would be so uncomfortable!

On this night, Arthas's experience was also rich - first he was stimulated by Thrall's death and had a small outburst in front of Winlessa, then he hid in the carriage with Frost Sorrow and did something shameful, and was broken by Winlesa, and ...... "exploded" again, and then he saw Muradine Copperbeard, and his emotions exploded again, and Arthas ...... again when he speculated that the fortress of Dammod was at risk of being lost

After so many outbreaks in succession, it was also a test for Arthas, and gradually, the little prince leaned on the body of Frost Sorrow and fell asleep, until he was woken up by the sound of Mograini slapping the wall of the carriage: "Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, there is the Sadol Bridge in front of you." ”

Arthas understood what Mograine meant. This is the territory of Fort Riptide, not Lordaeron, and the junction of the Sador Bridge and the Arathi Heights, where the Kingdom of Stormgard has a heavy army, and even on the periphery of the legion garrison, they can easily run into the outpost of the Fort Riptide army.

Arthas thought for a moment and pulled open the partition on the front wall of the carriage. Muradin was riding on the goat, desperately patting his mount's hips/back with his palms, hoping to urge the goat to speed up a bit. Arthas said to Mograine, "Go straight ahead, after all, the threat of the orc army mainly comes from the front, and the army of Riptide Castle should not focus on this side of the Arathi Heights." ”

Mograini received Alsace's order and did not slow down the carriage. This sumptuous four-wheeled carriage with eight packs and horses, and one man and one sheep of Muradin, soon approached the Stormgard Kingdom Barracks on the side of the Sador Bridge.

On the outskirts of the barracks, Arthas's party was finally stopped. A small group of patrolling soldiers nervously surrounded the carriage in Alsace. Of course, they don't do anything, the ornate carriage from the inland means that it must be a noble noble, and with the addition of a dwarf riding a war sheep, even the captain of this patrol knows that this is not a matter that he can handle on his own.

But Arthas was not satisfied with this, and a minute of delay here would increase the danger of the fortress of Dammud several times. The little prince opened the door of the carriage, stepped out of the carriage, stood on the ground, and took out the majestic momentum of a prince: "I am the prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and I have come here to have important military information, who is the leader here? Take me to your commander immediately." ”

In the silence of the surrounding soldiers, a middle-aged officer stood up from the crowd and said with a somewhat embarrassed face: "I have sent someone to inform His Royal Highness Prince Danas, your identity ...... I can't confirm yet, so please wait here. ”