"Goo~" There was a soft sound, Wen Lesa woke up from the fantasy of "dang/mom/mom/", and when she saw Arthas and the others staring at her with strange faces, she couldn't help but blush, and covered her lower abdomen shyly - Wen Leisa's poor little belly was actually grunting with hunger!

But I can't blame myself for that!—Wenlesa thought a little aggrieved—when she left the fortress of Dammod, she had eaten only a little unpalatable dry food, and it was late at night!

Arthas felt a little funny when he saw Wen Leisa's embarrassed appearance - of course it was not a joke that Wen Leisa was always hungry, Arthas got along very well with this High Elf Ranger who had been running around with him, not to mention that Wen Lesa was Sylvanas's sister, out of that little bit of guilt, Arthas would still try to take care of her. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info (Take care of the care of the bed/go up? scumbag!)

Arthas just couldn't imagine that a competitive High Elf Ranger like Winlessa would have such a cute side - for women's opinions, Arthas still thinks that looks are secondary, and the most important point is cute!

Glancing at the "lovely" Winlessa again, Arthas smiled and led the way he came. Bypassing the mountain avenue, Arthas and the others entered the orc cottage.

Although Frost Sorrow says that she has not removed the invisible spell, in Grimbaatar's secret room, even the little red dragon Valastaz and his siblings can see through such a spell, and it seems that this spell can only deceive mortals.

However, this point is no longer very important, figuring out the reason why the Red Dragon Legion entered the war, and even the Red Dragon Queen has become the "follower" behind Arthas, and there is no need to remain secret when leaving.

When Arthas was behind the mountain, he even imagined Frost Sorrow, or the Red Dragon Queen and Mograine, who swaggered out after destroying the gate of the orc cottage.

But as soon as he turned out of the mountain, Arthas's face suddenly tensed - as the second Lich King, Arthas, who had slaughtered the entire Lordaeron subcontinent, had seen a lot of bloody scenes, and even not long ago, he had just seen the fish-man village being slaughtered, broken and even devoured by young dragons and orcs.

Before that, the flesh and blood in the gate of the fortress of Dammad were flying, and the severed limbs and stumps were bloody enough, although they did not see it with their own eyes, but when Arthas got out of the city, the land in the courtyard of the fortress of Dammud had been soaked in blood, turning into black and red lumps, and some blood that had not completely dried up even stuck to Arthas's riding boots.

But even after all this, Arthas still felt that the scene in front of him was too cruel - the entire orc cottage had become a sea of fire, and the crimson flames burned everything in the cottage - including the fence of the cottage, the gate that Arthas imagined was "broken" by tricks, and of course, the orcs in the cottage.

Dragons soared in the sky, hovering and flying low, flapping their wings so that they could levitate above the cottage, their mouths spitting crimson flames that stained the valley red in the blue and white moonlight.

Arthas hadn't heard any strange sounds when he had been behind the mountain before, but now he could hear the faint howls of the orcs as they lay dying.

As in Drake's case, the flames from the red dragon burned everything - and on the vigorous orcs, the flames were even higher than the fence.

"Vomit~" Wen Lesa half-crouched on the ground again, retching - she now understood where the smell of barbecue came from, and what made her even more disgusting and unbelievable was that she had actually developed an appetite for this smell just now......

Frost Sorrow naturally didn't have any discomfort with such a scene, if it was in the past, the little magic sword would have already begun to absorb the souls of these orcs, but now, Frost Sorrow looked at Wen Lesa who was half-squatting on the ground with some doubts, tilted her head, and thought for a while before revealing an expression of sudden realization - this woman with small breasts and breasts was actually disgusted by her own flat body and vomited?

Arthas, however, had no time to pay attention to the gloating expression of Frost Sorrow, and he looked at the Red Dragon Queen standing behind him with a somewhat complicated expression, and then at the dragons in the sky who were still wantonly setting fires, and felt a little uncomfortable - in the Gulf of Palatine, this is how these guys burned King Darin's ship, right?

Of course, apart from Drake, King Dalin's men didn't suffer many casualties, I don't know if it was because the flames of the baby dragons were too weak, or because those baby dragons were merciful and didn't exert their maximum destructive power.

In the original stream of time, Arthas, as the Lich King, was half forced, half out of boredom, and fought with the Red Dragon Legion in the Dragonbone Wilds of Northrend.

It was forced because Arthas didn't want to provoke the neighbors in the first place, but the Red Dragons took the lead in attacking the Scourge Legion. Arthas didn't understand why the Red Dragons did this, but because of boredom and Kel'thugad also wanted to catch a few live red dragons for experiments, a battle broke out between dragons and the undead.

Now that I think about it, maybe the Red Dragon Queen ordered an attack on the Scourge Legion because the existence of the undead violated what she called the "rules of life", right? The resurrection of the dead must be absolutely unacceptable in the eyes of this "Life Bound Person".

The Gargoyle, as the flying force of the Scourge Legion, is not weaker in the air than the young dragon, and the breath that can burn the vitality of the Red Dragon Legion is just a troublesome flame for the Scourge Legion - after all, I have never heard of any undead who have such a thing as vitality.

But now Arthas is not the Lich King, he is only the prince of Lordaeron. His men were not a bunch of fearless and weary necromancers, but flesh-and-blood Lordaeron subjects.

Looking at the red dragons that were raging in the sky, Arthas's heart once again felt powerless - for the human kingdom, these red beasts were absolutely invincible opponents, even if there was frost sorrow, even the red dragon queen could challenge it, but how could he stop these red dragons from breathing fire everywhere on the land of humans?