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In the 6th year of the Dark Gate, Anduin led the alliance army to push the tribe all the way to the Blackstone Tower, liberating the kingdom of Kazmodan, and the bronker dwarves and the gnomes of Nomorigen officially joined the alliance.

In the Battle of the Blackstone Tower, the Great Chief of the Tribe, Blackhan, was defeated by Anduin's sword, most of the Tribal Clans were either captured alive or forced back to their own world, and the Alliance Mage Khadgar destroyed the Dark Gate, ending the Second Great War.

After the war, King Lane led the remnants back to the eastern kingdom and rebuilt his kingdom of Stormwind in the south.

At the Council of Lordaeron, King Terenus and the Prince of Arthas decided to build an orc asylum to keep all orcs in it, rather than an indiscriminate massacre.

For this reason, the kingdoms of Stormgard and Gilneth chose to secede from the alliance.

However, to the great surprise of the Quel'Thalas, who was in attendance, expressed his support for King Terenus's benevolent act, and then flicked his eyes at Arthas.

This elf represents Sylvanas! ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The spring breeze awakens the buds, the autumn wind blows the ears of wheat, and ten years have passed.

Ten years have seen a lot of big and small happens, but the future of Azeroth is always bright.

The city of Lordaeron still stands on the shores of Lake Lordamere, the white palace glows in the sun, the falcons fly through the sky and cry from time to time, the vast fields are organized around many tall buildings, the farmers are working in the woods, and the commoners are chatting in the city, everything seems so peaceful.

The orc shelters were demolished one by one, and the faces of the two kings who had quit the alliance turned green with remorse.

"The way of using soldiers, attacking the heart is the top, and attacking the city is the bottom; Psychological warfare is the top, and military warfare is the bottom. ”

The influence that Chu Ci brought to Arthas remained unchanged, making this young prince a high-ranking person with a broad heart.

The orcs who have rubbed off their anger and learned knowledge, while regaining their freedom and respect, also have a great impression of Lordaeron, although the orcs eat a lot, but they have great strength, whether it is agriculture or joining the army, they are all first-class good hands, plus Alsace from time to time with a little trick taught by Chu Ci, to create some 'orcs and humans help each other deeds' for mental brainwashing.

Over the years, although there has been news of wild orcs rioting and attacking humans, the Eastern Kingdom has gradually regarded orcs as a race on the continent, an ordinary race.

In the early morning, outside the Royal Palace of Lundanlun, on the straight street, on the smooth stone road, there was a sudden sound of clattering horses' hooves, and an elven ranger rode slowly to the ordinary bungalow at the end of the street.

The bungalow looked very shabby surrounded by mansions on the street, but for some reason, no one dared to come and demolish it.

This elf ranger looks beautiful and charming, wavy blonde hair fluttering gently, delicate and beautiful facial features, slightly raised eyebrows and a shallow smile on the lips, even more wild and frivolous, people can't help but have an urge to press her under her and ravage wantonly, just rely on a few thin pieces of armor to wrap the hot body, full and white breasts/parts almost tear the breastplate, riding on horseback and trembling back and forth, the waves almost make people fall into it at a glance, turn over and dismount, round and slender legs straight as pillars, Untied from his horse, he untied a man-high longbow and slung it on his slender waist.

The Elven Ranger pushed open the door and walked in with such a familiar attitude.

The furnishings in the house are as simple and tidy as they were more than 10 years ago.

It's covered in dust, and it looks like no one has visited in a long time, but the Elven Ranger knows that that stinky little kid comes here every year at this time of year to commemorate his unreliable teacher.

Following the route he had told, the Elven Ranger came to the backyard of the house, and in sight was an abandoned millstone, on which the handsome young man sat cross-legged in a posture that Azeroth had never seen before, his eyes and nose, his nose, his mouth, his mouth, and his heart, and the power of faith was completely different from that of others, rising and surging like a tide, and the waves of the angry sea in his body could be faintly heard from a long distance.

He has already walked in front of many people!

The elf ranger's beautiful eyes are full of confusion and intoxication, a powerful and good-looking man can always make a woman feel good, if that man is more domineering, maybe no matter how arrogant the elf is, it will also be lurking.

Thinking of this, the elf ranger couldn't help but have a trace of shame in his eyes, this guy, it's just...

Arthas had long sensed that someone was approaching, but he could only hear from the sound of his steps that it was an acquaintance, so he did not stop running until the sun was up, and a thin layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, which restrained the power of faith and opened his eyes.

"Ciel, long time no see."

Ten years have passed, and Arthas has become a handsome prince who has swept thousands of young girls, with his facial features as distinct as carvings, his angular face is unusually handsome, his long golden hair is scattered over his shoulders, his hands and feet are showing a unique heroic spirit, and his body also faintly reveals a kind and majestic atmosphere, which makes him even more outstanding.

A slight smile suddenly made Sylvanas's heart skip a beat, but in the next second, Arthas's original form was revealed so that the elven ranger wanted to shoot him with an arrow.

"What are you here for this time, the last orc shelter is being dismantled, and the location of the placement is also ready, according to the report of Quel'Salas's embassy abroad, there is no shortage of food and clothing in Silvermoon City, I don't know what Ciel is coming to me for again?"

Arthas touched his chin, the corners of his mouth curled in a playful curvature.

"Bastard, must I have come to you for business?" Sylvanas ceased to be Arthas's opponent for some time, and he could have made him red-faced, but now he had his own pointed ears.

"But there's nothing serious going on, you're going to show up in front of me?" Alsace looked incredulous, and approached the tall Sylvanas, who was tall enough to look down on or conquer the haughty elven rangers.

Arthas kept approaching with a masculine aura, which made Sylvanas a little unbearable, and hurriedly pushed him away with a red face, saying disgustedly: "Oh, stay away from me, you stink of sweat!" ”

"Hey, hey!" Arthas was not out of sight, and in front of Sylvanas, he took off his shirt and swung a bucket of water from the well to wipe his angular muscles on the spot.

"Stinky and shameless!" Sylvanas cursed quietly and turned her back to look at the door.

Tap, tap, tap~~~ The loud sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and then stopped outside the door of the house.

"Your Highness Arthas, there is an urgent report!" Hurried footsteps passed through the house to the narrow courtyard, and then dumbfounded, "Huh? What about Your Highness? ”

Knock knock~~~ The footsteps slowly disappeared into the house, and it seemed that they were looking for someone in the house.

Arthas, who was hiding in the utility room of the small courtyard, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it was too dangerous, and if others saw that he was disheveled with Sylvanas, it would be impossible to tell.

Looking down, Sylvanas's situation was even more unbearable, the hot body of the front/convex back/upturned was completely attached to himself, the plump white rabbit was pressed tightly on Arthas's chest, and the distance between the two faces was only less than three centimeters, as if... It's like ten years ago, in the chaos of war, the wild Ranger Queen picked up the chin of the little prince with her fingers.

"Your Royal Highness? His Highness Arthas?! ”

From time to time, the shouts of soldiers rang out in the house, making Arthas nervous.

When Sylvanas saw this scene, she couldn't help but smile lightly, and she was suddenly full of charm.

Squeezing out his arm as hard as he had done ten years ago, he hooked Arthas's jaw so that his eyes were facing him.

Only this time, Sylvanas didn't tease, didn't urge, and the red lips closed one by one, and bit Arthas's mouth so hard.

Arthas's pupils shrank suddenly, and the whole person collapsed, like a pile of dry wood, once ignited by fire, it was difficult to suppress it.

The thin and narrow suite, the temperature rose sharply, and it could be discovered at any time, Arthas's spirit was as tight as a bowstring, no longer majestic or hateful, his eyes were full of panic, and he weakly retreated from Sylvanas, and he did not dare to really push hard, for fear of attracting attention from the outside.

The corners of Sylnavas's mouth hooked up the arc of wild and seductive, just to be so exciting, to be so extreme!

Afraid? If you're afraid, shut your mouth quietly, and let me invade you obediently, because I'm the Ranger Queen! (To be continued.) )