Arthas felt a little embarrassed and a little helpless - did this middle-aged bald uncle think of himself as a naughty child of the Qiao family? Arthas explained in every possible way, but Danas refused to let him go, and in the end it was Arthas who moved out of his teacher, Uther.

After Tonguò Mograini confirmed that Arthas's trip to the wetlands was indeed given to Arthas by Uther in the presence of King Daerin Prodmore of the Kingdom of Kurtilas, Sir Uther Lightbringer from Stormwind (Danas did not yet know what the Silver Hand Knights werew) and Anthony Dass of the Dalaran Kenrito Council were present, Danas gave up on the task given to Arthas.

In Danas's eyes, Mograine, as the defender of Arthas, may not stand in the way of his family, but he will never deceive himself with this little child—you know, as Prince Lordaeron of Arthas, he can escape punishment for any lie; But Mograini, as the defender of Alsace, could never have escaped punishment if he lied about such a matter.

Although Danas had strict doubts about Uther's decision, he was not a member of the Lordaeron Kingdom after all, so he did not forcibly stop Arthas's position - since Sir Uther, King Dalein, and Antonidas ** all approved of Arthas's actions, then there must be a reason for them, and Danas did not want to delay the spy on the Red Dragon's intelligence for his own reasons.

However, Danas still proposed that Arthas be escorted to Grimbaatar by the militia of Fort Riptide or the dwarven warriors, but was rejected by the little prince of Lordaeron - this kind of espionage and intelligence work, a large number of people may not be a good thing, not to mention that so many people, it is definitely impossible for all of them to enter the heavily guarded Grimbaatar, no matter how many people stay outside the city, where they go, it is possible to expose the entire espionage operation.

Knowing that Arthas had a point, Danas was still worried. Until Arthas and the others had packed their bags, which had nothing to do but some dry food and water, Danas had been persuading Arthas to change his mind.

Alsace was grateful for the middle-aged bald uncle's concern, but it was a matter of his own - or rather, Frost's Grief, and it would certainly be more dangerous and futile for someone else to do such a thing. Frostmourn is different, as long as you catch an orc or a red dragon who knows the inside story, Frostmourn can get enough useful information from their soul memories.

Finally, in front of the ajar gates, Danas gave up his efforts to persuade Arthas to change his mind, and instead began to tell Mograini to keep Arthas safe. Seeing that Mograini had been nodding in agreement with his words with a blank face, Danas also felt a little bored.

With just one glance, Danas knew that Mograine must have been born as a royal guard of Lordaeron, and for such a "professional", his advice was meaningless. Danas is no longer wordy - time is actually precious, and if the orcs on the other side have lunch and attack again, it will be difficult for Arthas and the others to leave this Dammod fortress quietly.

"Goodbye, Prince Danas, please be safe." Arthas didn't know what to say to the middle-aged bald uncle, and although in many ways, the two men didn't share the same ideas, but Arthas was still very close to the somewhat hot-blooded Riptide Militia Commander.

"Goodbye, Prince Arthas. Be sure to do what you can...... Don't be impulsive in case of danger, think of your father, who is still waiting for you to go back. After thinking about it for a long time, Danas finally told Arthas like this. Despite having Uncle Solas raised him as if he were his own son, Kohanas still has a yearning for fatherly love.

Arthas nodded, bowed slightly, and left the gate of the Dammod Fortress. The gate slowly closed behind him, and Alsace took the lead, walking along the mountains on either side of the Sador Bridge, into the depths of the wetlands. Frost Sorrow bounced after her master, looking with some curiosity at the surrounding scenery where the mountains and swamps meet.

Both Winlessa and Mograini were silent, each holding the weapon at their waist - although both of them were confident in their skills, this was after all occupied by the orcs, and the possibility of encountering a powerful red dragon at any time made Winlessa and Mograine a little nervous.

After walking a little further, Arthas turned around, and Danas could still be seen waving at the head of the fortress of Dammod. Arthas also waved to the head of the fortress, then turned and quickened his pace—each with his own task in the face of the mighty orc invaders; The middle-aged bald uncle needs to defend the bridgehead of this Sador bridge and weaken the orc's living force as much as possible; You need to infiltrate the original dwarven city, the current red dragon's lair, to find out the truth behind the red dragon fog. Goodbye, bald uncle, may you be safe when I return—Arthas clenched his little fists as he walked forward.

No one had ever seen a female in the orc army, so the orcs who came to the world of Azeroth should all be combatants, not their people. This also makes the orc occupation very empty. Orcs don't need to farm, they just plunder the food that humans don't have time to burn before they live, so their range of activity is basically limited to the vicinity of the barracks and will not go too far.

Arthas and the others stayed away from the woods where the orcs were stationed, but in fact, their current behavior was very risky. If the orcs' attention had been on this side, they might have been able to see their departure from the Dammod Fortress. However, the woods were indeed a little far away, and even Winlessa couldn't see the woods clearly, and the orcs probably couldn't see the castle there.

It wasn't until Arthas and the others moved away from the fortress of Dammod along the mountain range, and away from the woods, that Winlesa and Mograine had been fearing that a group of heavily armed orc warriors rushed out to intercept them. Frost Sorrow followed her master, hopping and hopping, when she was stunned for a moment, then stopped.

"What's wrong, Xiaoshuang?" Arthas sensed Frost's sad movements, paused, and asked his little magic sword. Frost Sorrow furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, put a crystal finger between her white teeth and bit it, and twisted it for a long time before she said, "I...... I seemed to hear something strange. Master, you...... Did you hear that? ”