"I am so grateful to be able to feel the love of my motherland in a foreign country!"

Facing the clear communication screen in front of him, Kyrrith had an exaggerated expression, and then was kicked by the paladin who couldn't stand it beside him, and finally restrained himself a little, put on a dignified appearance, and continued to Arthas, whose mouth kept twitching in the video communication. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"So, reinforcements have arrived, Your Highness Arthas!"

"Hmph! The day after you left, the reinforcements of Andohar had already taken the first step to recapture Tarummir! and immediately completed the overall redeployment, and the follow-up troops are already following up one after another!"

After saying a few words coldly, Arthas's gaze glanced at Marseillo beside Kyrryth, and Prince Lordaeron said lightly after giving a noble salute elegantly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Grand Duke of Lothar!"

"Me too, Prince Arthas!"

His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and Marseilleu didn't care much about the prince and junior in front of him, although if everything went well, after more than ten years, his biggest enemy might be His Royal Highness the prince who was also on the path of holy light.

"Your Highness, it seems that my mercenaries have arrived?"

Completely ignoring the first encounter between the two kings' reserves, Kyrreth stepped in and said to Arthas with a wink.

"Mage, your words are really hurtful, but I am here for the sake of great friendship and the alliance contract inherited from the primeval times!"

It wasn't Arthas who answered Kyrryth, and Anlidharance also stepped in abruptly, putting on a sad look, while the High Elf mage winked at Kyris with a wicked smile out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, hey, come, come!"

The cost of hiring Amway Darans this time is completely borne by Lordaeron, and Kelrith naturally didn't plan to let himself share anything for Minerhil, but if he wants to invite these masters of the High Elves, it is appropriate to bleed, and looking at the face of this noble son of the Dawn Blade, it is obvious that this blood is not a little bit or two.

Although Kyris still wanted to laugh a few words, but immediately after discovering Arthas's cold and almost violent face, he quickly accepted a few words of peace when he saw it, and then glanced at Marseilleu, but he retreated to the back.

"Your Highness Arthas, because of the plague of the Orcs of Lordaeron, the fortress of Soradin has once again been ravaged by these beasts, and even the elite of two legions fell in the final battle of perseverance, plus the loss of my army to recapture the fortress, Arathi has bled enough!"

There was still not much expression on his face, but Marseillo opened his mouth but vented his bitterness at Alsace on the other side, completely exaggerating this war in which his side had lost less than two hundred to the point of a national battle, and the losses were reported after releasing hundreds of times more water.

"I, Lordaeron, am deeply sorry for Arathi's loss, but this orc disaster is a natural disaster, Hilbride, this pearl of southern Lordaeron has also been completely reduced to a ruin, and our side has also suffered great losses!"

Frowning and looking at Marseillo, who seemed to be close at hand, Arthas organized the language, and slowly told the actual situation on his side, although he had some doubts about the situation of Arathi, especially the offensive and defensive battle of the Wall of Soladin, but at this time, the orc disaster was not eliminated at all, even if he pretended, he would pretend to believe Marseillo's words, but it was also his main purpose to reduce the other party's requirements as much as possible, and to report his own situation truthfully, especially the tragic situation of Hilbride was also a method.

"According to the agreement between Viscount Kerryth and me!"

After patiently listening to what Arthas had to say, Marseillo turned his head to look at the silent Kyrrys, then turned to look at Arthas and said.

"Lordaeron needs to provide us with 1 million gold coins a year free of charge, of which food must account for more than 70%, and the duration of this aid is five years!"

"No problem!"

Frowning and glancing at Kelryth, Arthas and someone next to him glanced at each other in a hidden way that was not revealed in the display, and nodded in response. A certain amount of compensation or troop expenses was originally the first clause in the agreement, but the amount was reduced from 1.5 million to 1 million, but there was an additional requirement that food must account for more than 70%, and in terms of time, five years was the biggest change, far exceeding the original two-year period, but the hidden power and prestige next to Arthas was obviously full of power and prestige, and this level of change could be directly recognized.

"Number two! The Silver Hand will no longer be able to refuse the Arashi to become a paladin in Tyre under any pretext!"

His face remained unwavering, and Marseilleu continued to say the second condition.

"Marseilleu seniors, this one doesn't exist in the first place!"

But Arthas, who heard the words, changed his face, said with a hint of stiffness on his face, and even put on the title of senior.

Although the Silver Hand has now completely become Lordaeron's exclusive armament, and the Hand of Tyr, the Holy Light Relic, has become Lordaeron's private property, at least on the bright side, whether it is the Silver Hand or the use of Tyr's Hand to transfer classes, it is unconditionally open to the entire human race, no matter who you are, no matter how you are born, as long as your heart is towards the Holy Light, as long as you can withstand the questioning and baptism of the Holy Light, you can turn to a paladin.

Now that the non-Silver Hand Holy Knight's Grand Lord in front of him has torn off this last fig leaf, how can it not embarrass Arthas.

"This is the second one!"

However, Marseillo obviously did not intend to give the other party, and continued to repeat in a calm voice without a trace of fluctuations.

"Yes, in the name of Minethir, promise!"

The stiffness on his face was retracted, and after Arthas stared at Marseilleu for a long time, he suddenly said in a fixed voice, and then even took an oath in the name of Minechil, and when he heard this, there was a slight change in Marseilleu's face, and even put on a smile, Holy Light, sure enough, people who are recognized by the Holy Light are not bad people!

Glancing at the strange-looking Kyris beside him, Marseilleu said wordless in his gaze, but immediately received a big roll of the half-elf mage, and turned his head to look at Arthas again.

"The third!"

"Lord Duke, we're just asking you to defend the wall of Sauradin, not to wipe out this group of orcs!"

His face was slightly cold, and his heart, which had some positive energy just now, suddenly turned gray, and Arthas said impatiently.

"The last one!"

Ignoring Arthas's impudent attitude, Marseilleu spoke in a calm tone.

"In five years, I don't want any of Minehir's forces to appear in Arathi!"

Through the display screen, Marseilleu's gaze fixed on Arthas's eyes, and Arathi's contemporary Grand Commander of the Far East, the Grand Duke of Lothar, continued to add.

"It's not an agreement!"

His face turned completely cold, and after Alsace and Marseilleu looked at each other for a long time, they still didn't speak, this is not an agreement, in other words, this is the ultimatum of the Grand Duke of Lothar in front of him, and a wave of anger gradually rose in his heart, he was so arrogant and arrogant in exchange for his own negotiations, could it be that the other party really thought that the world was still Soradin's world!

"Good!"

However, just as Arthas was about to erupt, a mature male voice emerged, and immediately, a figure inserted into the screen. (To be continued.) )