Soon, Arthas found himself in the largest tent in the Knights of the Silver Hand. A paladin escorting Arthas did not report www.biquge.info inside, but directly lifted the curtain of the tent and invited Arthas in. Although Arthas felt that this paladin's behavior was a bit rude, he also knew that paladins would not care about these small details, so he nodded at the original royal guard of Lordaeron and the current paladin, and walked into the still brightly lit tent.

When the paladin saw that the prince had entered the tent, he lowered the curtain, and without greeting the paladins inside, he planned to continue his patrol. The moment he put down the curtain and turned around, he vaguely felt a cool breeze slip in front of him, and he couldn't help but shiver - could it be that he had caught a cold? It was really strange, he had always been strong and strong, how could he get sick after cultivating the Holy Light?

The cool breeze is naturally brought by the sorrow of the frost. Although no one else could see her, hear her voice, or even touch her presence except Arthas, an archmage with a keen sense of insight like Khadgar could feel the space slightly distorted by the presence of Frost Sorrow, which showed that the little magic sword was not completely isolated from this world. The cool breeze just now was because she had absorbed too much energy from the "Blue Child" (the blue one in the two moons) tonight, and she couldn't control it for a while, which made Sen Sen's chill radiate.

Frost Sorrow also sensed that something was wrong with his state, and he didn't dare to get too close to the middle of the tent, so he stayed quietly at the edge, digesting the energy of the moonlight that he had devoured. Today, I didn't taste the delicious soul of Uther during the day, and finally absorbed a little moonlight, and I didn't hold it for a while, and I ate a little too much.

Although Arthas wondered why Frost Sorrow, who had been clinging to him, didn't follow him, he understood that the little magic sword might be afraid of getting too close to Uther's desire to swallow it, so he didn't care too much. In the middle of the tent, Uther, Tulayan, Gavin Rad, Dasohan, and Fordin were sitting on the ground, discussing something together, and there were several paladins on the side who Arthas did not know, probably the paladins turned from the royal guards of Lordaeron, who saw Arthas come in and hurriedly saluted him.

After Arthas returned the salute one by one, he not only sighed - the current Knights of the Silver Hand are completely different from the one in the other stream, but this is a good thing no matter how you look at it, these royal guards of Lordaeron have cultivated the Holy Light, and they will definitely be able to exert greater power in the war.

Arthas also sat on the floor with Uther, and asked curiously, "Teacher Uther, what are you talking about?" Uther's face was still serious, and he said, "We are discussing how to deal with those orc wolf cavalry. Arthas was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly: "What is there to discuss here, isn't it to be annihilated?"

Da Sohan, who was on the side, slapped the ground and said, "The Prince of Arthas is right, and I think so too!" Hey, I don't understand, how can there be such a big difference between the same nobles of Lordaeron?" The tall and mighty Dassault was unobtrusive, and Arthas knew as soon as he heard who he was targeting-isn't it the old enemy of the other stream, the master of the castle of Madenhold in Hearthvale, the Grand Lord Tirio Fortin!

Hearing Da Sohan's words, Tulayan frowned, but didn't say anything, obviously agreeing with Da Sohan's point of view, but just questioning the way he spoke. Arthas was a little helpless - he had only been a companion for a few days, and he was about to quarrel?

Dasohan said to such an extent that Tirio Fording could not help but fight back, and the master of Hearthvale coughed lightly and said to Arthas: "Your Royal Highness, after listening to your findings and Uther's analysis, I think that this group of orc wolf cavalry may not be the same as those invaders who rushed into our homeland to kill indiscriminately. ”

Arthas glanced at Tirio and nodded, affirming his claim. Tirio Fording seemed to be encouraged, and said at a faster pace, "Now that this group of orc wolf cavalry has run out of food, they can invade Alterac Castle and get the food they need. You can even make your way into the farmstead in the hills of Hillsbrad. You know, any farmer in Lordaeron can feed such an army. ”

After showing off Lordaeron's wealth in a small way, Tirio continued, "But this group of orc wolf cavalry did not do so. They would rather sacrifice their own people and their fighting partners (wolves) than invade our human homeland. So I thought we could talk to them a little bit. ”

Da Sohan was already furious at this time, although he had heard similar remarks from Tirio before, he still roared loudly: "What you said is complete nonsense! I want the orcs not to invade unless they are killed! Tirio, let me ask you, do you think that savage orcs can know what mercy is like humans?"

Tirio Fording loudly retorted to Seidan Dassohan's doubts, saying: "Of course, even orcs have their own fathers and mothers, wives and children, and relatives have the same kinship as we humans, and even orcs have friendship, why don't they know how to be merciful?"

Gavinrad Doom listened to Tirio's words and couldn't help but retort, "Tirio, I think your opinion of orcs is a little too subjective. In fact, when we fought against the orcs, we found that there was no comradeship between their compatriots at all, and some orcs would even attack their teammates while fighting us. If you think there are good people among the orcs, I think you're still naïve. ”

Gavinrad was not as noisy as D'Sohan, but he could use the word "naïve" to describe Tirio Fortin, who was clearly older than him, and his displeasure was already evident. Da Sohan was supported, and he also sarcastically said, "Do you expect him to seriously understand the orcs?

Tirio felt insulted, and although he resisted and did not stand up, the slight trembling of his beard had already revealed the anger in his heart. He retorted loudly, "Who do you say is the lord who only enjoys in the rear?" Dasohan snorted and pushed back unceremoniously, "That means you, Tirio Fortin! We have repelled two orc attacks, and you Lordaerons will only sit back and watch the fall of Stormwind." And now, you want to communicate with those bastards? What a bunch of cowards do you have to be a glorious paladin?"