"Your Majesty, you are amazing!" Wen Lesa looked at the Red Dragon Queen with a look of adoration. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Of course!" said the Red Dragon Queen, boasting triumphantly.

Frost Sorrow on one side had no interest in the conversation between the two silly girls, and seeing that he had frightened the Red Dragon Queen with that strange golden disc, the little magic sword happily chased after his master.

As soon as he got behind Arthas, Frostmourn heard his master exclaim, "What? orcs? How could they be under the castle of Riptide? And fifty thousand, Prince Danas, is there something wrong here?"

Danas Thorbairn stopped talking to the griffon messenger and said worriedly to Arthas, "There will be no mistake, this letter bears my uncle's seal, and the handwriting of his chamberlain, Lord Kurbanke, although I don't know where the orcs landed from, but ...... Fort Riptide is in danger, and I must rush back to help. ”

Is it true?Did the orcs really land?What's going on?--Arthas felt as if he had slept and woke up, and the world had changed drastically--the orcs were really so difficult, they thought that they had solved the trouble of the red dragon and smashed the orc's plot to attack the fortress of Dammod, and the victory of this war should be just around the corner, but the orcs played a new trick......

Arthas thought that he could suppress this group of orcs without the ability to resist by relying on his prediction of the future, but he did not expect that to be the case, and in this way, what a great commander his father and Ser Anduin Lothar were!

Seeing that Arthas was a little distracted, Danas thought that he was frightened by the sudden news - but it was nothing, after all, he was just a child, and although he showed a talent far beyond that of an adult in all aspects, it was not easy to do this, and it was not unacceptable to be at a loss before an emergency......

"Muradin, I'll leave it to you. Tonight's celebration is really ...... Many of your people are also drunk, and I will leave some of them to help you defend the Sador Bridge, but I'm sorry, I may not be able to give you much support...... Fifty thousand orcs, and my soldiers and I are not sure that we will be able to defeat them......" Danas said as he turned to Muradin.

"How come!" Muradin's face was red, and the drunkenness had not subsided, and he said loudly, "Prince Danas, I can't stand you! These guys under my command have drunk too much, and they may not be able to get up, otherwise, we will accompany you back to rescue Riptide Castle!"

Muradin felt a little remorseful in his heart—why was he so greedy? Listen to little Arthas when he knew it, and don't hold any celebrations; the dwarven warriors generally drank too much, and most of them were no longer able to fight; fifty thousand orcs...... These green-skinned cubs had dispatched almost all of their troops, and the pressure on Prince Danas was really not small! More importantly, would he be able to get there before Riptide Castle fell and rescue his uncle and subjects?

"Prince Danas, you don't have to worry here, even if those orcs come back, it won't be so easy to break through this fortress. I'll go back with you, I've had some drink, but I'm still able to hold on, and I'll be of some use against the orcs!" said Muradin, holding his hand behind his back, gripped the handle of his war hammer, and said firmly.

"That'...... Thank you, Muradin. Prince Danas patted Muradin on the shoulder, his heart was full of gratitude-Muradin was not only useful, after witnessing his duel with the orc, Danas was full of admiration for Muradin's martial arts, he would definitely be a killing machine on the battlefield, taking the lives of all the orcs in front of him, and more importantly, who knows if there is anything as perverted as the orc? If so, he really has to rely on Muradin to resist him!

"Prince Arthas, stay here, if...... If I can save my uncle and defeat the orcs, we'll see you again!Until then, you're going to stay in Dammod Fortress and stop running around, you know? Mograine, look at him!" Danas instructed Arthas, and Mograine at the same time.

Arthas was confused - he really didn't understand, why did the bald uncle say goodbye to him? Wasn't it just that the orcs had appeared under Riptide Castle? As the royal capital of the kingdom of Stormgard, the most militarily powerful of the human race, although it was conceivable that the defenses there must have been empty, but ...... It's not like they can't hold on for an hour, right? As long as they can hold on, ......

"Prince Danas, are you mistaken?, the orcs just landed suddenly, is it some tricky thing?" Arthas asked, puzzled.

Faced with Arthas's question, Prince Danas opened his mouth in surprise, he looked at Arthas's face carefully, and wondered how this neighboring prince, who was smart and clever not long ago, had become so wooden now, had he drunk too much wine and burned his head?

With this concern in mind, Danas quickly explained, "Prince Arthas, my uncle is besieged in Fort Riptide, where the defenses are extremely weak, and in fact, as we speak now, my uncle may be in a bitter battle. My heart is urgent, but my soldiers can't be ready right away, and I have to wait for them to assemble before I can bring them back, and I'm really worried about my uncle's ......."

Prince Danas had a sad look on his face - his father had left early, as had his mother, leaving him and his young brother Christophe behind, but his uncle Solas had treated the two brothers very well, raising himself and Kristof like his own father, and trusting him to command almost all the armies in the kingdom, and how could he not be anxious and worried about the fact that his uncle, whom he regarded as his father, was under siege by the orcs.

"Well, that's a problem, if we don't have enough troops at our disposal, we won't be able to capture them when the orcs scatter and flee, and there may be a lot of orcs who will escape and scourge the people of the Arathi Heights. Arthas wrapped his thin arms around his chest and thought about what to do with all seriousness.