In the early hours of the next morning, before the night had passed, Arthas led the Knights of the Silver Hand, replenished by the Hands of Tyre, and marched northward.

Strangely enough, Arthas knew that the enemy was at their destination, but he inexplicably felt that he was not a pursuer, but a pursuer, and he knew very well that the "thing" that was chasing him was called defeat.

"I don't want to fail, and I can't fail!"

As he galloped, Arthas let the fear of defeat and unwillingness overwhelm his heart at a thought, and he became more and more anxious, anxious that he wanted to let the horses under everyone's seats grow a few more legs.

However, no matter how anxious he was, that kind of thing could only be done by the god of creation, and he was only a prince of a country, and a prince who could perish.

Not to mention letting the war horse give birth to wings, as a mortal, he can't even change his physical difficulties.

"Goo......

A strange sound was barely audible in the sound of the galloping horse, but someone noticed it, just because the man's heart was almost entirely tied to Arthas.

"Arthas!"

Gianna's call brought Arthas's mind back, and Arthas slowed down slightly, looked back at Gianna, who was half a horse behind him, and said:

"What's the matter, Gianna, it's better not to speak while riding, or you'll bite your tongue." ”

"How long has it been since you eaten?"

Arthas was stunned for a moment as he listened to Gianna's question, and then he asked himself, but he was surprised to find that he didn't know the answer.

"Was it a day, or a two? I don't remember, but I was either riding my horse or fighting, and even when I set up camp and stopped to rest, I didn't seem to have eaten anything because of my anxiety. ”

When Arthas thought of this, he felt that he really shouldn't have it, he should eat well, otherwise he would not be able to fight when he encountered the enemy.

"Thanks for the reminder, Gianna. ”

Arthas took out some dry food as he spoke, and ate it carefully as he rode his horse, lest he bite off his tongue, but Arthas did not realize what a wrong decision it would be to eat on the back of a bumpy horse.

"Well, the delicacy of this Tyr's specialty, 'Holy Light Jerky', is indeed worthy of its name! When you bite into it, the outside is crispy like a fried meat crisp that has just come out of the pot, but the inside is juicy like a torrent of meat juice raging in your mouth, which is really memorable!"

Arthas's eyes lit up as he swallowed his food, and he felt the hunger beast that had been sleeping in his body awakened at once, and the feeling of hunger almost made him want to stop.

Arthas ate faster and faster, but miraculously did not bite his tongue, but although his tongue did not bite, the human esophagus was so thin that he had to choke on it.

Arthas was in a hurry, so he only rolled his eyes as a matter of course, and he quickly took out the water bag and poured himself a mouthful, which relieved him.

"I'm going, I'm so close to choking to death, I'm going to really choke and fall off the horse, it's really going to make people laugh out of their big teeth. ”

Arthas read a sentence with a weak heart, laughing and crying, and felt that his stomach was much more steady, so he planned to continue his journey.

It was only a moment later that his stomach told him, "Young man, you are still a little tender." ”

"Coo...... is different from the sound of a hungry stomach that reaches Alsace's ears from the inside out.

After this sound, the young Prince Lordaeron suddenly turned blue as if he had been poisoned, but in fact Alsace was not poisoned, he just had a very ordinary clinical manifestation, and that manifestation was commonly known as stomach pain, and the scientific name is abdominal pain.

"Oh!"

Arthas had never imagined that things would be so real, and he couldn't believe that the food he had just eaten on the back of a bumpy horse would become a source of torment for him the next moment.

"Arthas, what's wrong with you?"

Gianna was once again sensitive to the changes in Arthas, but Arthas was desperate to see how good it would be if Gianna hadn't noticed the changes in herself!

"I'm fine......"

Arthas replied with a hard mouth, but his body obviously can't be as hard as his mouth, and the physical instinct to "vent" is simply unstoppable, even if it is pain, Arthas, who can endure it, finds that he can't bear his internal urgency at all.

And his mind quickly thought of a series of consequences if he didn't hold back.

"Gianna will be utterly disillusioned with me, and I, the prince of Lordaeron, will be reduced to a joke!"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Arthas was able to squeeze out a trace of endurance that ordinary people could not squeeze, signaling the army to stop advancing, and then he almost held back the strength of the milk before turning back from the war horse with difficulty.

"Arthas?"

As soon as Gianna called out the name of her sweetheart, she saw Arthas rushing into the jungle as if she had fled, and Gianna, who didn't know why, immediately chased after him with concern.

Seeing this, Arthas was so shocked that he wanted to scream, he pondered for a moment, and hurriedly spoke:

"I'm just going to make it easier. ”

Gianna's face turned red like a ripe peach when she heard this, and she quickly stopped, only then did she understand why her sweetheart was so embarrassed just now.

Arthas, on the other hand, trotted into the woods by the side of the road, and began to unload his pants in a hurry.

"Ahh ”

Arthas's face turned from blue to purple, but fortunately, he finally achieved "relief" at the last moment.

"Oh!"

The young Prince Lordaeron felt that even the day he became the crown prince in his life might not be as enjoyable as this moment, and that feeling could be said to be "faded out"!

"It's so enjoyable!"

"Whew!!"

The dull sound of the wind suddenly came from behind Arthas at this moment, and Arthas, who was extremely relaxed, only felt goosebumps on the back of his head.

The cold and relentless killing intent stimulated him, almost causing his heart to stop beating for a moment.

"Holy Aegis... duang！... Technique!"

Arthas's cry of holy light spells mingled with the metallic sound, and the concussion of the sound pressed against the back of Arthas's head, causing him to feel his hair even tremble slightly, and when he looked back, a familiar tall figure was reflected in his vision.

"General Dasohan!"