Arthas walked up to Kalia, shook his sister's hand, and said, "This is an orc captive, don't worry, he's completely out of combat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" After saying that, he called Mograini to Kalia and introduced the paladin to his sister. Kalia lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and curtsied Mograini, while the Paladin gave her a military salute to Her Royal Highness the Princess, as she had done in the Royal Guard of Lordaeron.

Mograine, whom Ureon admires immensely, is no different from other royal guards of Lordaeron in Kalia's eyes. After greeting each other, Her Royal Highness's attention quickly focused on the beautiful Winlessa, a pretty high elf who suddenly appeared next to her younger brother, and Kalia instinctively repelled it.

Although Kalia had already cursed Winlessa jealously for being able to sit in Arthas's arms before leaving, she still pretended to ask, "Arthas, who is this High Elf, and did you rescue them from the orcs' lair?"

Winlessa was a little angry, she looked like she had just come out of such a disgusting place, and besides, the High Elves had fallen into the hands of savage orcs...... Winlessa remembered the horrific situation of some of her companions who had been kidnapped by the orc squad, and couldn't help but shudder—these damn green-skinned monsters, they wouldn't let even the High Elf males go......

Wen Lesa was keenly aware of Kalia's unkind attitude towards her, and raised her pointed chin haughtily, ignoring the arrogance of this human princess, the High Elves, as could be seen from the way they called herself, although Kalia was the princess of Lordaeron, but in Wen Lesa's eyes, she was similar to a yellow-haired girl.

Kalia was bored, flattened her mouth, and said to Arthas, "Arthas, are we going back? Arthas nodded and said, "Well, we have to go back." There are some very important things waiting for the father to decide. ”

Kalia rolled her eyes and said, "That'...... When you go back, will you ride with me in the carriage?" Arthas just wanted to nod, but was gently pinched from behind by Frost Sorrow, and quickly changed his words: "No, I'll still ride a horse, so that I can practice riding." ”

Kalia was a little upset, but nodded anyway and turned to walk towards the carriage. After taking two steps, Princess Lordaeron suddenly turned around and said to Winlessa, who was standing still, "Hey, what are you waiting for? Now that there is a carriage, are you still going to be crammed into a horse with my brother?"

Hearing Calia's unceremonious accusations, Winlesa blushed a little—it seemed that she was used to riding the same horse with Arthas, and she had never thought of riding in Calia's carriage. Not daring to look up at Arthas and Kalia's suspicious gazes, the High Elf Ranger quickly ran to the carriage and slipped inside. Kalia waved to Arthas, and turned and walked to the carriage.

Arthas got on his horse with the help of Mograine, snuggled comfortably in Frost's Sorrow's arms, and asked, "Frost, what are you pinching me for?" Arthas wanted to agree to go back in the carriage with his sister just now, but after being pinched by Frostmourn, he realized that something might happen to the little magic sword, so he changed his words.

Frost Sorrow seemed to be a little happy, rubbing his chin on the top of Arthas's head, and said cheerfully, "It's nothing!" Arthas thought it was strange, but didn't think much of it, beckoning the coachman of Calia to drive the carriage onto the road, following behind the carriage with Mograini and Ureon.

Drektar was tethered to Mograine's steed and trotted along, but luckily the four-wheeled carriage wasn't fast, otherwise the old orc might have been dragged all the way to Lordaeron's King. In the carriage, Winlessa unloaded her longbow and quiver with some restraint, and sat on the soft couch, trying to lean her bow and arrow against the edge of the soft couch, but could not stand.

Wen Lesa had no choice but to place the bow and arrow between her two slender calves and clamp it between her knees. Kalia sat across from Winlessa, holding her chin in her hand, watching with interest as the High Elf Ranger fiddled with his weapon, and suddenly said, "Just keep these things around." ”

Wen Lesa blushed and muttered, "But...... I'm afraid I'll stain the seat of your carriage. Kalia chuckled, and suddenly felt that this haughty-looking High Elf was actually more like a little girl who had never seen the world. But it's no wonder that Wen Lessa, the high elves usually live a relatively poor life.

When the High Elves first arrived on the continent thousands of years ago, they brought a lot of supplies, settled in the Tirisfara woodland, where there were no humans at the time, and set out to build their own cities. However, unaware of what lurks beneath this land, the High Elves have become distraught, and some members have even had a nervous breakdown.

In desperation, the Kalimdor migrants hastily halted the city's construction work and moved to the island of Quel'Thalas. In order to restore the glory of the former upper elves, the proud High Elves used all their resources to build the luxurious and magnificent Silvermoon City despite their own embarrassing situation, but then, these High Elves paid the price for their almost extravagant actions.

Soon, the Troll Emperor of the Amani Empire, Zujin, spotted the uninvited guests who had invaded his clan's territory. Zujin, who was so arrogant that he would rather dig a passage through the Alterac Valley than avoid it, didn't care if the High Elves had a necessary reason to settle here, and brazenly waged war against them.

The construction of Silvermoon City had exhausted all the resources carried by the High Elves, and even their civilians could only hollow out the inside of the thick golden maple fruit trees in the Yongge Forest and build them into houses, living in the "tree holes" like monkeys. In the face of the crazed troll hunters and evil voodoo magicians, the High Elves are still losing ground despite their leading civilization and powerful mage forces - after all, the High Elves are relatively inferior in warriors, and the mages' range attack spells, as long as they can't kill the troll warriors on the spot, these lizard-like creatures can rely on their super recovery ability to continue fighting on the battlefield.

Exhausted of all the supplies, the High Elves were unable to build even fortifications, and finally traded with humans using the arcane method in exchange for the support of Emperor Soladin and forced the trolls back into the primeval forests of the Wraithlands. Therefore, don't look at the high elves all with their chins raised and arrogant, in fact, in front of the luxurious royal family of Lordaeron, they are just a group of poor ghosts.