It took a small amount of money to get the priest of Burning Wood Village to cure the white wolf, and the Kael'thas and the others went south.

Teresa named her wolf 'Ruixue', which was very auspicious but also a little rustic.

Kael'thas doesn't know if there is a phrase in this world that 'snow is a good year', but the people here also know that snow also has a side that is not cold, and if the change of the seasons is a kind of magic, then this magic is always in the hands of the people at the bottom.

They have a detailed understanding of the land and climate, based on the experience they have accumulated over generations.

In fact, the races in this world can be roughly divided into three categories: the first type is the race that stands at the apex, whose life is almost eternal and has great power, such as the Night Elves and Dragons; The second group is the race that stands in the middle, with a long lifespan and strength, and the High Elves and some dwarves are at this level; And the bottom third group, which has a short and fragile lifespan, is obviously orcs and humans.

But Kael'thas, who knows history, understands that orcs and humans are the mainstream of this world, and although they are vulnerable, they rely on the huge number of people who increase their population and high potential to occupy the limelight.

Night Elves and Dragons are also very good.

The most tragic thing is that there are a few races standing in the middle, with low potential, sparse population, and more people dying in war than they are born.

At noon, Kael'thas and his men came to the northern part of the Wall of Greymane.

The wall, which is tens of meters high, is made of huge stones, and it is not known how thick it is, but even high-ranking professionals can inflict damage on it.

It obscures out the scenery and sounds on the other side, making people feel a heavy depression.

"I really can't figure out why some humans have to isolate themselves even though they are the same race."

Thrall looked at the Wall of Greymane with a puzzled expression.

In the eyes of this lonely orc, perhaps the same race should help each other.

"Humanity is made up of several kingdoms, and they don't obey a tribe like you."

Kael'thas didn't think much about it to give this answer.

But when he thought about it, he felt that it was wrong—the lines of history were slowly coming together.

After the establishment of the new tribes, there were also some orc clans that split off and were hostile to each other. The alliance is gradually converging, and most people are willing to obey the orders of one alliance.

Both races change.

"Behind this wall is a lively place."

"I was there a few years ago"

Karina also looked at the Wall of Greymane and spoke, as if she was feeling the speed of the construction of this wall.

Then she turned her head to look at Kael'thas:

"Where should we go now?"

The Wall of Greymane was longer than they had expected, cutting off the southbound path entirely, leaving the four men to walk in a different direction.

To the north is the pursuers of the orcs, and to the west is the ocean, so only the east can go.

"Let's go back to Hillsbrad Hills, and then we'll think about where to go."

Kael'thas reluctantly made this decision.

Unexpectedly, they had only left the Hillsbrad Hills for a few days, and they were going back again.

This time, though, it didn't seem like they needed to stay too long.

Shortly after entering the Hillsbrad Hills, they received a valuable piece of information.

This information was overheard by Kael'thas at a fairground, and it was simple: a large number of human soldiers were gathering on their way to the Arathi Heights.

"This proves that something is going on in the Arathi Heights."

After determining the real surname of the message, Kael'thas came to the conclusion:

"And when it comes to getting human soldiers together, it's only orcs."

This conclusion surprised several others.

"But the orcs are all locked up, even if it's a problem, Arathi's should be a troll, right?"

Thrall had almost learned the specific process of the war for a while, and he also knew that a few orc clans such as the Warsong Clan had escaped and were still wandering around, but those locations should be in the lands further south.

"No, it could only be an orc."

Kael'thas smiled and explained Sal's doubts:

"The Warsong Clan is very powerful, and the likely surname for them to reach the Arathi Highlands is very large, because there are more shelters in the north than in the south."

"If you want to save the orcs, the Warsong Clan will definitely come to the north."

The kingdom of humans is mainly in the north, and the kingdom of Storm cannot support too much construction costs, so the shelters are mainly in the north.

"As for why I'm sure it's not a troll."

Kael'thas revealed the reason to Sal:

"That's because most of the trolls and their leaders are dead."

The rest of the trolls, of course, are under the control of Hinterland, Kael'thas.

Although there are other trolls in the southernmost part of the continent, those trolls are not forest trolls and will not take the initiative to come to the north to find trouble.

Sal didn't ask a foolish question like 'how do you know?' and he chose to accept Kael'thas confidently explained.

"Then we should go to the Arathi Heights now?"

Teresa asked helpfully.

Kael'thas nodded:

"If you have a goal, of course you have to look at it."

His words seemed to be completely on the orc's side, and finally made Thrall wonder.

"Why are you helping me, though?"

Sal frowned and said the question in his heart:

"Now that Arathi has an orc troop, haven't you ever participated in the orc war?"

"Why did you ask me to meet with them?"

The question was a very sensitive one, and Karina looked at Kael'thas as well.

In fact, she has been troubled.

"Well, I met a prophet."

Kael'thas half-truthfully said:

"He said you could lead the orcs back to their old glory, I want to see it."

"Of course, there are more important reasons."

Kael Tas paused, then smiled softly:

"The shadow of the orcs is almost gone, and I don't think you can launch such a powerful offensive now."

He kept a passage untold.

At this time, the orcs' attacks are all against humans, and no matter what they do, they will not be harmed by the High Elves.

If humans and High Elves were to be replaced, then Kael'thas would not care about his fate.

For the sake of the race, he will not hesitate to exterminate all orcs.

Orcs are no match for trolls, and their numbers and strength are not at all easy to control.

The kind of decision that Lordaeron, the king of Terenus, could not afford

――

Dunhold Prison in Hillsbrad Hills welcomes new guests today.

In order to greet this guest with the most solemn ceremony, Blackmore has been calling on the entire prison guards to clean the city from the moment he gets up today.

He had never been so attentive before, and the high anticipation and nervousness made the man forget about Sal's annoyance as he fled, and he was neatly dressed.

"Do you think I do that? Lord Belluker."

Blackmore asked respectfully at the young paladin standing beside him, but he couldn't help but feel jealous inside.

Belluker, a little baron a few years ago, now served the princess of Lordaeron, who is now Blackmore's guest, Her Royal Highness Carlia Minethiel.

The young paladin chose the right direction and became the hottest star in Alterac.

Even if his title hasn't changed in the slightest, the power in his hands can already make people like Blackmore look up to him.

"Your Highness doesn't like to be too extravagant, I think it's good for you to be simple, of course, you have to be clean."

Belluker reminded Blackmore.

He was very aware of the thoughts of such petty nobles, but he never took the initiative to expose these things, and Belluker was a qualified 'nobleman' when interacting with them.

Blackmore immediately did as Bellukel had requested.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come besides Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

After the arrangement, Blackmore tried to test Beluker with other thoughts.

"His Royal Highness's younger brother, His Highness Arthas will also come."

Bellukr didn't mind saying it.

The reason why Kalia came to this place this time was nominally to inspect, but the real reason was clear to both of them.

Kael'thas had managed to give a letter to Kalia, telling her to take the disfigured little girl away, and of course mentioning the little girl in Tarenmere.

Kalia didn't pay much attention to the latter, but she didn't pay much attention to the former.

Teresa is partly to blame for her disfigurement.

So Kalia sent someone to Dunhold Prison to ask if a mage had been there, and Blackmore, who had been ready for a long time, was overjoyed.

As a result, within a few days, Kalia sent someone to inform her of her arrival.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see what the reason is

[Thank God, what those women see is still somewhat useful.] 】

Blackmore was grateful for the book, and he felt that Kalia's arrival was a godsend.

The other person that Belluker replied to made Blackmore even more pleasantly surprised.

Prince of Arthas, he is much more important than the Duke of Kalia

Kalia may reign in Alterac for a few years, but she certainly won't be the final ruler.

Only Prince Arthas, the only male heir to Lordaeron, would become the master of the kingdoms of Lordaeron and Alterac when he grew up.

[No matter what, find a way to keep them for a few more days.] 】

Blackmore changed his mind, and he was no longer satisfied with simple flattery, but was looking for a longer time to please the two high-flying young men.

So Blackmore cautiously withdrew, and then muttered to the servant, and sent for someone to persuade Tamis's wife to return to her mother's house.

He guessed that Kalia had come to show kindness to the elven prince by picking up the people of the family, and that if one of them left, Kalia might be able to stay a few more days.

Bellukr noticed his actions, but pretended not to do so with his eyes open.

In his opinion, the actions of this human aristocrat were all meaningless

Her Royal Highness the princess is not stupid, and the little prince is very obedient to his sister's words, and Blackmore's actions are destined to be self-inflicted.

(To be continued)