"Frost, what did you do?" Arthas took a big jump—the reason why he didn't turn to Frost's Grief was because he was worried that the little magic sword wouldn't be light or heavy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's okay, control them for a while. Frost Sorrow said nonchalantly, "so they won't stand in our way." Wait until you get to the front, and then Xiaoshuang will help them restore their original state. ”

With that, Frost Sorrow stepped forward unceremoniously, pushed aside a few zombie-like citizens, and beckoned to Arthas.

"Are they really alright?" Arthas asked, uneasy, as he approached Frost Sorrow.

"Well, it's fine!" Frost Sorrow replied confidently.

Although he hadn't absorbed any souls since crossing the time stream, Frost Sorrow felt that his strength was visibly growing day by day, and he was now able to control his soul freely.

Arthas was still a little uneasy, until everyone had already crowded to the front of the crowd, Frostmourn had withdrawn the spell, and the citizens had regained their freedom, and Arthas was a little relieved.

"Little Frost, don't do such a thing in the future!" Arthas said dissatisfiedly, "aren't you going to be their queen, how can you treat your subjects like this?"

"Hmph, master, don't try to lie to me!" Frost pursed his lips sadly, with an annoyed expression on his face, "Although there are many things that Xiaoshuang doesn't understand, this is still clear!"

"What?" Arthas couldn't understand Frost's sad words.

"I've learned about this before!" said Frost Sorrow triumphantly, looking "you can't fool me", "the so-called queen treats others like this, and some queens whip her subjects, and some burn others with candles!"

"Is there such a queen?" Arthas's eyes widened.

"Arthas, look, look, the orc chief is here!" Calia called out to her brother excitedly.

The citizens who had regained their senses also noticed the fact that the Orc Great Chief had arrived, and they crowded forward again, but Frostmourn had prepared for it, and an invisible wall of air blocked the space for the citizens to advance.

"Alsace......" Gianna stood beside Alsace, her face excited and a little scared.

"The Great Chief of the Orcs, does it look scary?" asked Gianna with some heart.

"No, it won't. Arthas replied with a smile, "I've spoken to that fellow, he's one of the more sane orcs. ”

"Really?" Gianna's eyes lit up with a little star—His Royal Highness Prince Arthas is so powerful!

Arthas stood in front of the crowd, looking east, where the Orc Grand Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer, was being escorted over.

A cage made entirely of stout wood was placed on a cart drawn by two packs, and several heroic human soldiers stood at the end of the carriage, around which a large group of soldiers was heavily guarded.

Orgrim Doomhammer was in the middle of the cage, his hands and feet locked in huge thick chains, the ends of which were even made a few laps around the wooden cage before being nailed to the carriage with huge nails.

All in all, even if Orgrim's strength was ten times or a hundred times greater, he might not be able to break free from this cage.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent at the moment when the prisoner car appeared.

Arthas didn't know what the mood was in the hearts of the citizens of Lordaeron right now, but he guessed that it must have been complicated—gratifying, joyful, but full of bitterness.

The inhabitants of Lordaeron King City are not all Lordaerons, and there are also some refugees from Stormwind who have made their home here.

"Kill him!" Suddenly, a scream came from the crowd, it was the voice of a young woman.

It is unclear whether the young girl had lost a loved one or a lover in the war, but she seemed to have been prepared, took a handful of rotten vegetables from the pocket of her clothes, and threw them at Orgrim Doom in the prisoner's car.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The crowd was boiling at this moment, and though the handful of rotten vegetables that the girl had thrown floated through the crowd for a little bit, it landed limply on the side of the road, but the others searched for their own side, or what they had already prepared, and threw them at Orgrim.

For a moment, stones, rotten eggs, rotten leaves, children's toys, pots and pans made of wood or iron, fell like hail at Orgrim.

It seemed that the soldiers escorted with the car had been prepared, and they took out small round shields that they carried and covered their heads.

But Orgrim didn't have that kind of treatment, he was smashed by all kinds of garbage, and Arthas saw a rotten egg smashed into his face, and the viscous egg white liquid slipped his messy hair, and then ran down Orgrim's face to his neck and chest.

Orgrim was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he was first captured, but with his armor removed, and Arthas knew that Orgrim was probably not much more fragrant than rotten eggs now, but the fact that the orc chief was now being treated like this really made Arthas feel emotional.

"Arthas, find me something, I'm going to lose him too!" Calia shouted excitedly.

"Where am I going to find something for you......" Arthas touched his body, unable to find anything to throw at Orgrim.

"For you, Kalia!" Winlessa handed Kalia an arrow—the one the High Elf rangers had taken from their quivers.

"Hey!" Kalia struggled to throw the arrow at the cart, but she didn't have the strength or the skill.

"I'll come. Aurelia pulled an arrow from her sister's quiver, weighed it in her hand, and threw it at the cart.

At an uncanny angle, Aurelia threw an arrow through the hole in the cage of the prisoner cart and into Orgrim's thigh.

"Roar!" even Orgrim, who had been unmoved until now, couldn't stand the pain and let out a roar.

Red blood ran down Orgrim's green skin, dripping onto his green instep, and then spilled onto the street beneath the prisoner van.

"Phew, these filthy orcs, their blood is red. Aurelia cursed under her breath - she was beginning to rejoice that she had joined Arthas's party and had come here to shop, and if she hadn't had it, she wouldn't have had a chance to plunge an arrow into the body of the abominable orc Great Chief.

At any given time, only the memory of her dead relatives and the incomparable hatred of the orcs will never allow Aurelia to let go.