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The soldier jumped lightly and rolled over his horse. Everyone was shocked to find that the soldier was not without a horse, but also a red horse taller than anyone present.

"Father?" Arthas thought of something, "He was sent by his father?" ”

Farrick looked at the tall warrior who looked like a cold machine, struck a spirit, and turned back not daring to look again.

"Yes...... Yes, Your Highness. Have you forgotten? Last winter, Princess Kalia brought back a gray-haired man from the shores of Lake Daron Mill......"

Arthas's eyes opened, and he remembered.

"Is that him?!" Thinking of the first time he saw this guy who was stronger than an orc, he was throwing a bunch of royal sanitary piles of sandbags together, "Then it's not surprising. It's just—"

Arthas looked carefully again at the soldier who sat quietly on horseback, and from under his helmet a trace of pale hair peeked out.

"How could my sister agree to let his knights go with me, I remember that he took him with him almost everywhere except for sleeping."

Farrick's face was serious, pretending not to hear His Royal Highness's words, and smart people tend to live longer and have a brighter future.

"I think in order to protect my younger brother, Her Royal Highness the princess will not be stingy with a knight."

"Haha-"

Arthas laughed happily and patted Farrick on the shoulder.

As the dwarves and soldiers gathered the mangled bodies on the pyre, Gianna threw a fireball at the piles. Blazing flames burst out, bringing to rest the dead who should have died.

The flames reflected on Arthas's handsome face, and His Royal Highness's eyes showed a faint sadness—a quality that a leader must have.

"Gianna, I'm going to go to the granary in Andorhar, and I'm going to make sure that the food there is safe, or...... How many...... Where were they all sent? ”

Gianna nodded absentmindedly, her eyes sneaking at the figure that gave her a familiar feeling.

Arthas did not perceive that His Royal Highness's heart was full of anger and excitement - an excitement to reveal the truth and thwart the plot.

"Granary? What a granary. ”

The dwarf interjected suddenly.

"I say, these dead people who can walk...... Oh, it's a zombie, I don't know what's going on? Could it be that Your Royal Highness, Prince, have you discovered what made them like this? ”

"There are some clues, but further confirmation is needed." Arthas looked worried, he didn't tell anyone about the granary, and certainly not the dwarves, he didn't want to cause panic among the people.

"We're heading to Andohar. It's a pleasure to fight with you, Gadar. Hopefully, when we meet again, we'll be able to drink Thunder Ale together. ”

"Aha! His Royal Highness is indeed a disciple of His Excellency Muradin. But when it comes to drinking, your Royal Highness doesn't want to beat me. ”

Originally, the dwarves were a little reliant to Arthas's 'striking' behavior, but as soon as Arthas mentioned wine, the dwarves put aside all those unpleasantness. For dwarves, there can be no forging, no fighting—and absolutely no wine, whatever it may be.

Arthas, who knew the temper of the dwarves, was able to deal with the somewhat clever Gadar with ease.

Early the next morning, Arthas parted ways with the dwarven caravan. Gadar had come to Lordaeron to purchase some ore, and Arthas had euphemistically expressed that he didn't need the help of the dwarves, and Gadar naturally wouldn't put his hot face on someone else's cold ass, even if the other party was the prince of Lordaeron.

"Gianna." Arthas was talking about some embarrassing things during his training, but in exchange for some uh-huh, ah-oh responses, which made His Royal Highness the prince very depressed.

After careful observation, Arthas finally noticed Gianna's uneasiness.

"Gianna—"

"Ah~"

Arthas raised his voice slightly, causing the beautiful mages who were on a par with him to exclaim.

"I'm sorry, Gianna. I didn't mean to, I just ...... Just ......"

Seeing that the beauty was frightened, Alsace couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

"It's fine."

Gianna came to her senses and smiled a reluctant smile at Arthas.

"Are you worried about the plague?" Arthas thought that Gianna was worried about the necromancy that manipulated the corpses, "You don't have to think too much, I believe the secret must be in Andorhar." All we have to do is get the bastards out of the shadows and the truth will come out. ”

Gianna nodded, looking at Arthas.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have a clue soon. His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Her lips moved slightly, her face hesitated, and she gritted her teeth fiercely, and she finally spoke.

"The soldier named White Wolf looked very strong. I've seen many Hercules, and the green-skinned orcs, who may not be as strong as the soldier. Perhaps only the god of war has more than great power. ”

It is said that people in love have a very low IQ, and Arthas doesn't seem to notice the excitement in Gianna's tone. It's just that she can't find a topic and wants to find a topic to talk about.

The beloved beauty was finally willing to talk to him, and Arthas almost didn't hesitate to tell him the origin of the white wolf.

The white wolf wasn't the soldier's name.

"Last winter, my sister, Calia, and my mother visited Keldaron and came back past Lake Daron Mill, where she found the unconscious white wolf and rescued him."

Arthas said this, a little unimpressed, but he didn't think his sister was troublesome.

"Her Royal Highness is such a kind girl."

"She always was." Arthas smiled and continued. The priests treated the gray-haired man, but it took him two weeks to wake up. And by that time, the envoy had already returned to the royal city. ”

"Why is he called the White Wolf? He didn't have a name? ”

Arthas shook his head.

The pastor said that he seemed to have been hurt in some way, and perhaps it was because of this that he lost his memory. As for the name of the white wolf—"

The prince smiled.

"My sister has always been so ...... about things like naming Ahem, special! ”

Thinking of the puppy she was holding in her arms when she saw the beautiful Kalia a few years ago, it seemed that she was also called Xiaobai. There is also a flower-feathered parrot, which seems to be called ...... Florets?

Gianna immediately understood what Arthas meant—the name chosen by Her Royal Highness the princess was indeed a bit special.

"He can't think of anything? I think he's like...... It's like ......"

"Karl, God of War!"

Alsace's words made Gianna shake slightly.

"You're saying that his size and posture look like the Alliance's only god of war, the embodiment of the Light, His Excellency Karl Sunset. Is it? ”

Without waiting for Gianna to reply, Arthas said to himself.

"The first time I saw him, he thought the same thing as you. No, it should be said that all those who saw him at first sight thought so. But alas, there is only one god of war. Carl has not been seen since he disappeared during the expedition to Draenor. Maybe ......"

Gianna knew what Arthas was trying to say. In fact, almost most people think the same way he does. According to the news brought back by Aurelia, the commander of the Ranger Expeditionary Force in Quel'Thalas, Cal and the others of Khadgar broke the spell of the orc leader, and in order to prevent Azeroth from being implicated by the collapsed Draenor, they closed the portal on the other side and saved Azeroth.

Surviving a crumbling world, almost no one holds out any hope of survival for those who remain in the world of Draenor.

So, when Stormwind was rebuilt.

Varian Ureon, the new master of the young Stormwind Kingdom, has hired the best of the dwarves to sculpt huge statues of the heroes who have not returned from the expedition, and placed them on either side of the avenue.

And facing the gate, at the end of the passageway, in front of the inner walls of Stormwind. Standing stood a huge statue dressed in armor, with a golden S-shaped pattern on his chest, a bright red cloak on his back, and a strange weapon pointed to the sky.

He is the god of war of the Alliance, Karl Sunset, who was personally praised by Archbishop Alonthos Fao as the embodiment of the Light! (To be continued.) )