The bleak autumn breeze of Tirisfarin adds an exotic atmosphere.

The dense trees are dyed with a layer of gold, exuding a fresh natural scent, and dappled spots of light scatter down, blinking mysteriously following the swaying of the leaves.

On the winding dense forest path, a small group of cavalry was waiting for them.

They all rode tall horses, dressed in neat blue and white armor, and had a strict military style, led by a commander with long golden hair and a shawl, tall and strong, with resolute and awe-inspiring eyes in his eyes.

Brilliant golden lionheart armor glittered in the afterglow, a blue cloak swayed in the wind, and a heavy and massive golden warhammer straddled Arthas's back, making him look heroic and radiant.

Today is an important day.

Although it is not the Winter Veil or the Midsummer Festival, which is celebrated throughout the empire, there is nothing more exciting for the royal family of Lordaeron than the contribution of a nobleman.

The Odrica family from the Alterac Empire once roamed the plateau north of Tarenmere, and compared to the Barovs, they did not have a vast territory, a thriving population, and vast assets.

However, the mastery and proficiency of the mysteries of magic have allowed the Odrica family to survive hundreds of years.

Throughout the continent of Azeroth, many people are jealous of their talents, but no one knows why this mysterious family is so proficient in the mysteries of magic.

But it is said that the entire Odilika family is all good at using magic, and even the servants clean up on weekdays with magic manipulating the broom, which is like a condensed version of Dalaran.

However, Perinord's betrayal brought the family's glory to an end, and in order to continue his reign, Odilika led the main force to lead the crowd to Lordaeron and moved the entire family to the royal capital.

When the news reached Lordaeron, Terenus, as the king, applauded, his dry face was radiant, and he could accept the service of a magical family, which was a good thing he couldn't ask for, you know, magician, a scarce profession on the continent, was the object of competition among various kingdoms.

As a former ally ally friend, Stormgard has grown in strength after receiving the army left behind by Perinod, and is aggressively preparing to expand its territory.

Although the two countries have remained at peace until now, anyone with intelligence and political instinct can see that this seemingly dissenting peace pattern is short-lived, and Tyrenus must always be wary of Solas Thorbain, who has wolf ambitions.

At such a critical moment, any small weight is enough to tip the scales of victory, so after receiving the letter from the Odilika family, Terenus immediately decided to send Prince Arthas to meet him.

To be greeted by a prince is already a revered honor in every way, which shows how much Tyrenus attaches importance to the Odilika family.

About thirty Lordaeron elite cavalry lined up neatly on both sides of the boulevard, under the heavy covered iron helmets, a pair of solemn and solemn eyes staring straight ahead, they did not have any fatigue or impatience because of the long wait, this is the embodiment of Lordaeron's elite strength.

"Your Royal Highness, we have been waiting here for nearly 5 hours since early morning, why hasn't that guy come yet?"

A cavalryman, riding a horse under his hip, stepped forward slowly, a position behind, and leaned to the right of Arthas.

"Say no more, Faric!"

Arthas gently scolded the slightly complaining adjutant beside him, and then refocused his gaze on the forest road leading to Andorhar in front of him, and said in a low and serious voice,

"Lord Odrica is one of the most prominent nobles in the Alterac Empire, although Perinord tore up the Entente and betrayed the alliance, but the disaster will not hurt others, Lord Odrica is still an excellent warrior, but also a courteous, prestigious and reputable nobleman, as the royal family of Lordaeron, we should have the etiquette and honorific title is essential. ”

"Got it... His Royal Highness the Prince..."

Farrick bowed, but pouted inwardly.

As a playmate and personal bodyguard who has accompanied Alsace since he was a child, Faric can be said to have grown up watching Alsace, and he has witnessed the prince's changes and maturity over the years.

Even Arthas would not have refused Terenus's arrangement, nor would he have done it as meticulously as he does now, at least compared to the trivial matter of greeting nobles, the young and vigorous prince seems to be more fond of gladiatorial arenas that can make people's blood boil.

But after experiencing a baptism of war, His Royal Highness the Prince has completely transformed.

Farrick glanced quietly at Arthas standing in front of him, his eyes full of hope.

War can make people grow and sharpen people's character, and his Royal Highness is no longer the child who only knows how to fight recklessly, and only has victory and defeat in his heart, but a knight who truly believes in the Light, and the people of Lordaeron firmly support him.

Through the majestic form of Alsace, Pharik seems to see a bright future for the Empire, and Lordaeron will surely become more prosperous and prosperous under the rule of His Royal Highness the Prince, and become the preeminent power of Azeroth.

Definitely!

Farrick was secretly firm in his heart.

"It's coming!"

Just as Faric was thinking to himself, a soft cry from Arthas interrupted his thoughts.

Looking up, Faric's eyes lit up.

Deep in the woods in front of them, a well-groomed army was slowly approaching in their direction, the other side was wearing uniform blue armor, and the flag was printed with a lilac family crest, numbering more than a hundred people.

Arthas narrowed his eyes as he looked at the familiar family crest, a subtle smile on his lips.

That's right, it's them, the mysterious Odrica family.

According to rumors, they have admired magic for generations, and their family crest is imitated in the form of Dalaran, and the purple emblem printed on the banner is not the best proof of symbolizing status?

Arthas patted the restless steed under his crotch, and behind him, Faric, and the thirty Lordaeron cavalrymen stared solemnly ahead, holding their breath.

The sound of horses' hooves striking at Alsace...

The distance was not too far, and soon, a man in the prime of life led by the other party rode in front of Arthas.

After the two glanced at each other, they turned over and dismounted almost at the same time, and Faric, as the deputy, naturally followed.

"Hello. ”

Arthas slowly took off his gloves, walked up to the middle-aged man, and stretched out his right hand, which was a polite gesture for the guest.

This was the first time since he was a child that he had been an emissary of Lordaeron to greet distinguished guests, which also meant that his image represented the image of the Empire, and the excited Alsace had a warm smile on his face, trying his best to look dignified but not lose his demeanor.

"Thank you for your personal welcome. ”

Lord Odrica with long brown hair and a brown mustache has a dusty face, but as a warrior, he always straightens his waist, and in terms of temperament, he is not inferior to the young and handsome Prince Arthas.

"Presumably, you are Prince Lordaeron, His Highness Arthas!"

Odrica also reached out her hand, a smile on her face, and shook Arthas heavily.

"That's right, Lord Odrica. ”

Retracting his right hand, Arthas smiled politely, "I don't think you remember me, you know, I was a child under 10 years old when I followed my father to the National Day Gala in Alterac. ”

When he spoke of Alterac, Odilika's face showed a hint of loneliness, but it was fleeting.

"Hahaha!!"

Odilica laughed lowly, then looked at Arthas in front of him with a pleased and kind gaze, and said slowly: "You little guy, I didn't expect to be so impressed, yes, after so many years, who would have thought that the handsome and dignified little guy who liked to fight and hunt at the beginning had become a real warrior and joined the famous Knights of the Silver Hand, which is really amazing." ”

Facing the praise of Odilica, who was about ten years older than him, Arthas, who was much more mature and calm, showed a shy smile for the first time.

Then, the prince's eyes were drawn to a gorgeous and beautiful box behind Odricka.

"Lord Odrica, is that?"

"Oh, that..."

Glancing back at the rectangular gift box held by his soldiers, Odrica smiled mysteriously at Arthas, "Isn't there a few days left before the Autumn Festival in Lordaeron, which contains gifts to pay tribute to His Majesty the King, trust me, you will like it." ”

"I see..."

Alsace was relieved, withdrew his curious gaze, put his gloves on, and politely made a "please" gesture to Odilica.

"Hurry up, Lord Odirika, the feast has been set up in the hall, and my father and his ministers have been waiting for a long time. ”

"Haha!"

Stroking her hands, Odrica smiled heartily, "Then, let's not waste any more time." ”

As she spoke, Odilika also turned over and got on her horse, moving smoothly and quickly.

Under the leadership of Arthas and Odilica, the two armies marched in unison in the direction of Lordaeron.

(End of chapter)