"I'm coming!" Frostmourn jerked off the bench, snatched the barrel from Ricks' hand, and turned to Arthas, immediately changing into a sweet smile, carefully but attentively pouring a glass of wine for his master. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uh...... Leave me alone, you can take care of yourself!" Arthas was also a little embarrassed when he saw that Ricks was still at a loss, and hurriedly persuaded Ricks to stop caring about himself. Ricks nodded, looked over to Winlessa, but found that the Red Dragon Queen had already drunk and filled Winlessa's glass, so he took a barrel from the wine cart, sat down on the side of Prince Danas's bench, and drank quietly.

"Hee-hee, master, Frost is very well-behaved!" Frost Sorrow hugged the barrel and looked at his master with a smile. Arthas looked at the sorrow of Frost who incarnated as a "little wine lady", and didn't know whether to praise her or scold her, so he could only sigh and say, "Good, too good." Then he lowered his head and took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"It's delicious!" Alsace couldn't help but admire - as the prince of Lordaeron, before traveling through the flow of time, Arthas had also drunk all kinds of famous wines at various banquets, but he had never liked them, those wines were too strong, and the wine in front of him, although it didn't smell like wine, like juice, but it was exactly the sweet taste that Arthas liked.

"Yes!" said Prince Danas, showing off merrily, "Muradin, look, your barley wine has lost to our wine!"

"Hmph, a man should drink barley wine!" Muradin, still stiff-mouthed, although Danas had prepared a barrel of wine for him, but Muradin, holding back the curiosity in his heart, did not touch the barrel - the wine thing, and the ladies drank it!

"Well, that's not going to work. Prince Danas put down the barrel in his hand and sighed, "We in the Arathi Highlands, there are not many places suitable for growing grain, and if we all use wheat to make wine, what will everyone eat? By the way, we also have cherry wine, pumpkin wine, red fruit wine...... When I have the chance, I invite you to try everything!"

"That's right. Listening to Danas's words, Muradin nodded in understanding, "Although we don't have much food, barley wine must still be brewed, and without strong wine, the people will not be able to withstand the cold of the Danmoro Snow Field." Speaking of which, it is necessary to repel these orcs as soon as possible, and if this continues, the food stock of Ironforge Fort will not be able to support it for long. ”

After listening to the conversation between Danas and Muradin, Arthas thought that it was - Ironforge was sealed and besieged by the orc army, and there was no cultivable land on the Danmoro Snow Field, and the food supply of Ironforge originally relied on wheat from the Elwyn Forest and the western wilderness under the jurisdiction of Stormwind, and now these areas have been captured by orcs, and Lordaeron's food cannot be transported to Ironforge, so the supply pressure over there must be great.

"Well, Riptide Castle relies on King Terenus's generosity, fortunately it can continue, but I think the pressure on Lordaeron is also very high, and when this happens, I will go back to Riptide Castle once, it's time to hold a meeting, and if we don't destroy the orcs, our people may starve to death first!" Prince Danas said with some concern.

"Prince Danas doesn't have to be polite, that's what Lordaeron should do. Arthas was taking a sip of the elixir in the cup, but when he heard Danas say this, he quickly put down the wooden cup in his hand and expressed the position of the Lordaeron Kingdom, "As for the general attack, I also think it's time." When the escaped orcs bring the news of the Queen's escape from Grimbaatar back to the orc headquarters, these fellows will be panicked, and if they can't evacuate Palatine Bay immediately, we can send troops in time to join the army of Ironforge and stop these guys in the Jedi. ”

"Yes, Prince Arthas, you are right. Arthas's words coincided with Danas's previous speculation about the battle situation, which made him surprised and admired the unusually intelligent little prince of his neighboring country even more.

"If all goes well, within a few months, the war will be over. Arthas heard the compliment in Danas's words, but he didn't pay much attention to it - what did it matter? he was three times the age of his body!

"Yes, if all goes well!" said Prince Danas sighed, and couldn't help but look around - in the wide courtyard of the Dammod Fortress, the human soldiers and dwarven warriors who had just finished their desperate struggle were gathering around the campfire, drinking wine from the Arathi Highlands and barley wine from the Dammoro Plains.

Unlike the solemnity of war, everyone's faces were now filled with laughter, and the singing and dancing were the main theme of the Dammod Fortress tonight, and even Prince Danas in the middle of it was in a trance, as if the previous swords, swords, blood, and death were all dreams, although he had experienced them himself.

During this short but long day, groups of militia from Fort Rapids marched into the fortress of Danmod, and they used their lives and flesh to perfectly execute Prince Danas's strategy of "luring the enemy to consume", and at the same time, in the fortress of Danmod, in the land where the celebration is now held, the remains of militiamen were burned here, and they became one with the land, and they would never see their homeland, and they would never see their homeland, and they would never see their relatives for whom they had given their lives.

As a marshal, a battle-hardened commander, he had already achieved "a thunderstorm in his chest and a face like a peaceful lake", but every time the war ended, he could hardly hold himself when he saw the faces of those faces who were sad because of the loss of their comrades and inspired by the victory.

It is said that a good general is like a poet, performing the art of his command on the battlefield, bringing the enemy a gorgeous death like a beautiful poem; Danas did not agree with this sentence, but he did have surging feelings like an artist in his heart at this time, and wanted to express them.

The emotion was so strong that Prince Danas was in a trance, and Arthas noticed the bald uncle's abnormality, and he called out Prince Danas's name in confusion, pulling him back from his trance.

Danas, who came to his senses, nodded to Arthas, moved the barrel on his lap to the bench, and then stood up, exerted all his strength, and shouted: "Boys, be quiet! Your commander has something to say!"