"Xiaoshuang, what did you do?" Arthas took a big jump—the reason why he didn't turn to Frost's Grief was because he was worried that the little magic sword would not be light or heavy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's okay, control them for the time being." Frostmourn said nonchalantly, "So they won't stand in our way." Wait until you get to the front, and then Xiaoshuang will help them restore their original state. ”

With that, Frost Sorrow stepped forward unceremoniously, pushed aside a few zombie-like citizens, and beckoned to Arthas.

"Are they really okay?" Arthas asked uncomfortably as he approached Frost Sorrow.

"Well, it's fine!" Frost Sorrow replied confidently.

Although he hadn't absorbed any souls since crossing the time stream, Frost Sorrow felt that his strength was visibly growing day by day, and he was now able to control his soul freely.

Arthas was still a little uneasy, until everyone had already crowded to the front of the crowd, Frostmourn had withdrawn the spell, and the citizens had regained their freedom, and Arthas was a little relieved.

"Xiaoshuang, don't do such a thing in the future!" Arthas said dissatisfiedly, "Aren't you going to be their queen?" How can you do this to your subjects? ”

"Hmph, master, don't try to lie to me!" Frost pursed her lips sadly, with an angry expression on her face, "Although there are many things that Xiaoshuang doesn't understand, this is still clear!" ”

"What?" Arthas couldn't understand Frost's sad words.

"I've learned about this before!" Frost Grief said triumphantly, with a look of "you can't fool me", "The so-called queen treats others like this, and some queens will whip her subjects, and some will burn others with candles!" ”

"Is there such a queen?" Arthas's eyes widened.

"Alsace, look, look! That orc chief is here! Kalia excitedly called out to her brother.

The citizens who had regained their senses also noticed the fact that the Orc Great Chief had arrived, and they crowded forward again, but Frostmourn had prepared for it, and an invisible wall of air blocked the space for the citizens to advance.

"Alsace......" Gianna stood beside Alsace, her face excited and a little scared.

"The Great Chief of the Orcs, does it look scary?" Gianna asked a little heartily.

"No, it won't." Arthas replied with a smile, "I've spoken to that guy, he's one of the more sane orcs. ”

"Really?" Gianna's eyes seemed to light up with a little star - His Royal Highness Prince Alsace is so powerful! I've even seen the king of the orcs!

Arthas stood in front of the crowd and looked east; Over there, the Orc Grand Chieftain, Orgrim Doomhammer, is being escorted over.

A cage made entirely of stout wood was placed on a cart drawn by two packs, and several heroic human soldiers stood at the end of the carriage, around which a large group of soldiers was heavily guarded.

Orgrim Doomhammer was in the middle of the cage, his hands and feet locked in huge thick chains, the ends of which were even made a few laps around the wooden cage before being nailed to the carriage with huge nails.

All in all, even if Orgrim's strength was ten times or a hundred times greater, he might not be able to break free from this cage.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent at the moment when the prisoner car appeared.

Arthas didn't know what the mood was in the hearts of the citizens of Lordaeron right now, but he guessed that it must have been complicated—gratifying, joyful, but full of bitterness.

The inhabitants of Lordaeron King City are not all Lordaerons, and there are also some refugees from Stormwind who have made their home here.

"Shoot him!" Suddenly, a scream came from the crowd, and it was the voice of a young woman.

It is unclear whether the young girl had lost a loved one or a lover in the war, but she seemed to have been prepared, took a handful of rotten vegetables from the pocket of her clothes, and threw them at Orgrim Doom in the prisoner's car.

"Kill him! Shoot him! ”

The crowd boiled at this moment, although the handful of rotten vegetables thrown by the maiden floated a little past the crowd and landed feebly on the side of the road; But the others searched for their own side, or what they had already prepared, and threw them at Orgrim.

For a moment, stones, rotten eggs, rotten leaves, children's toys, pots and pans made of wood or iron, fell like hail at Orgrim.

It seemed that the soldiers escorted with the car had been prepared, and they took out small round shields that they carried and covered their heads.

But Orgrim didn't have that kind of treatment, he was smashed by all kinds of garbage, and Arthas saw a rotten egg smashed into his face, and the viscous egg white liquid slipped his messy hair, and then ran down Orgrim's face to his neck and chest.

Orgrim was still dressed in the same clothes he had worn when he had just been captured, but with his armor removed; Arthas knew that the current Orgrim was probably not much more fragrant than rotten eggs, but the fact that the orc's great chief was now suffering such treatment really made Arthas feel emotional.

"Arthas, find me something, I'll lose him too!" Kalia shouted excitedly.

"Where am I going to find something for you......" Arthas touched his body, unable to find anything to throw at Orgrim.

"Kalia, here you go!" Winlessa handed Kalia an arrow—the one the High Elf rangers had taken from their quivers.

"Hey!" Kalia tried to throw the arrow at the cart, but she didn't have the strength or the skill.

"I'll come." Aurelia pulled an arrow from her sister's quiver, weighed it in her hand, and threw it at the cart.

At an uncanny angle, Aurelia threw an arrow through the hole in the cage of the prisoner cart and into Orgrim's thigh.

"Roar!" Even Orgrim, who had been unmoved, couldn't stand the pain and let out a roar.

Red blood ran down Orgrim's green skin, dripping onto his green instep, and then spilled onto the street beneath the prisoner van.

"Phew, these filthy orcs, their blood is actually red." Aurelia cursed under her breath—she began to rejoice that she had joined Arthas's party and had come here to shop; If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have had a chance to plunge an arrow into the body of this abominable orc chieftain.

At any given time, only the memory of her dead relatives and the incomparable hatred of the orcs will never allow Aurelia to let go.