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Viscous blood slowly spread across the marble floor, and Arthas was in the midst of a burning Stratholme.

The flames danced, and the frenzied raindrops fell into the flames and soon turned into piles of water vapor.

Arthas looked around, and there was only thick black smoke everywhere he looked, and the wails around him made him hesitate to say, "This is ...... Stratholme? ”

Pulsing fires, crumbling houses, wailing cries build a terrifying future before Arthas's eyes. He cautiously stepped forward to see a tall shadow swinging his hammer in the smoke, killing a resident of the city.

The wailing came from the smoke.

Arthas did not hesitate, although he did not yet know what was happening, but the king's education prevented him from sitting idly by and watching his people be killed.

He raised the power of Minethil and roared into the smoke.

Then, Arthas stopped in surprise, and in front of his eyes was a very familiar back, a golden cloak, golden long hair, and a huge power of Minethil.

"Nope." Arthas suddenly thought of a possibility, and he took a small step back.

Blood trickled down from Minethil's power, and rose-colored blood pooled into the pool of blood on the stone floor, causing a ripple.

Arthas was the last to see the man's face.

…………

"Your Royal Highness, are you having nightmares again?"

Alsace gasped and got out of bed, and he said to the guards beside him, "Bring water." ”

The guard nodded, and quickly and randomly brought the water glass on the table to Arthas.

"Your Royal Highness, there is really nothing to patrol in the southernmost part of the kingdom, as you can see, there are just some towns and castles here." The squire Fallick handed the cup to Arthas.

Arthas smiled and took a sip of water, "You know what? Behind the apparent prosperity of the kingdom is a different scene. ”

"I want to hear about it." Falrick pulled the chair down in front of the bed.

Arthas looked at Falek at his side, the loyal squire who had guarded him since he was a minor, and to this day, it was time for him to know something.

Arthas placed the glass on the table in front of his bed: "Our conquest of Alterac is nearing its end, although the nobles of Alterac have sworn allegiance to Lordaeron. ”

"But there are some clowns, and not long ago, I received secret information that the former king of Alterac was planning to start a rebellion against my father in Alterac."

Falik shrugged his shoulders: "I think these snow mountain people are still not convinced. ”

"Not bad." Arthas rolled over and jumped out of the bed and put his clothes on: "According to reliable sources, an organization called the Syndicate has been established on the territory of Lordaeron. ”

"I heard that they owe allegiance to the former king of Alterac."

Falrick nodded and looked out the window: "Okay, let's not talk about that, at least we can't change anything, can we?" ”

Arthas stopped putting on his clothes, he looked at Falik and said with a serious face, "No, we can change this. ”

Falic was slightly stunned, and His Royal Highness Prince Arthas's face became extremely ugly, and he sighed, intending to continue to persuade him.

"Knock Knock"

There was a crisp sound from the wooden door, and the voice of a maid came from outside the door: "Your Royal Highness, Sir Blackmore invites you to the Colosseum. ”

"I see, tell the Earl of Blackmore and I'll be back soon." Arthas said loudly into the wooden door.

Soon there was silence outside the wooden door, and Arthas said to Falek beside him, "Now is not the time to discuss this matter, after I have inspected the orcs, and then go and solve the matter of Alterac." ”

………………

The Earl of Blackmore was a tall man with wheat-like skin and a distinctive armor that set off his good condition.

Arthas soon came to the Colosseum, and he shook his hand at the people cheering at him below, then walked to the podium and said to the Earl of Blackmore beside him, "I admire your orc army plan, and it is because of me that my father has the idea to let you try it." ”

"If these bloodthirsty beasts were to my disposal, they would be a formidable force."

The Earl of Blackmore hurriedly saluted Arthas, and not long ago he had quietly trained the orcs, but the arrival of the king's letter allowed him to train the orcs openly.

"Your Royal Highness, I have prepared several gifts for you."

The Earl of Blackmore was excited, he hurriedly clapped his hands, and out of the gladiatorial arena below stepped a heavily armed orc.

Arthas carefully looked at the orc not far away, the beast was muscular but inflexible, and only needed a single charge of cavalry to kill it.

Another prison door quickly opened, and slowly out of it came a snowman, a snowy mountain endemic to the Alterac Mountains, a humanoid monster capable of defeating humanity's most elite hoplites.

The battle began with the roar of the orcs.

But Arthas's mind was not on the gladiatorial arena below, and he said casually to the Earl of Blackmore beside him: "Do you know the anomaly of the nobles of Northern Alterac? ”

This made the face of the Earl of Blackmore, who was originally smiling, stiffen suddenly, he coughed, and slowly shook his head at the Prince of Alsace beside him: "Your Highness, I don't know much about the things on the snowy mountain, but I just know that it seems that a team of orcs and ogres have escaped into that snowy mountain." ”

Arthas nodded, since the Earl of Blackmore didn't want to get involved in the Alterac matter, he didn't plan to continue asking.

There was a thunderous applause in the gladiatorial arena below, and the Earl of Blackmore got up from his chair excitedly and cheered to the orcs below: "Child, you will be able to challenge Thrall's existence, cheer." ”

The orc's nose erupted with a foul of air, and scarlet eyes were fixed on the Earl of Blackmore and the nonchalant Prince of Arthas above.

Crash.

In front of everyone's attention, the orc threw the battle axe in his hand and threw it directly at Arthas.

Arthas snorted, then grabbed the tomahawk that had been thrown in mid-air, and threw it at the orc. The sharp axe spun quickly through the air, cutting a hole in the orc's chest.

"Sir Blackmore, hang this orc, who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and hang it at the door of the orc camp." Arthas commanded Blackmore at his side, "I don't want to see an uncontrolled orc. ”

"I'm leaving. You hurry up and do these things well. ”

The sweat on Earl Blackmore's forehead slowly fell, and he nodded hurriedly. When he saw Arthas's back disappear before his eyes, he exhaled and shouted into the gladiatorial arena below: "Sal, what are you waiting for, to kill this orc who doesn't know whether to live or die." ”

From the other side of the cage, Thrall walked into the Colosseum.

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