Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Ambition of the-Stirring Stick-I
"I don't know what His Highness thinks about His Highness Arya's marriage!"
However, Kelreth did not immediately respond to the Grand Lord of the Holy Knight, but glanced at the top of his head without a trace, and then turned his head to look at Arthas with a twinkle in his eyes, and asked with a low smile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
Arthas was stunned when he heard this, and then his face sank, and he stared at Kelrith for a long time and said.
"Duke Presto... After all, it's someone my father approves of!, although he's older, but for a legendary mage, it's still very young in theory!"
Indeed, this marriage, on the one hand, is the flower of the royal family, the most noble maiden of Lordaeron's generation, the only princess of Minethil, and on the other hand, the last descendant of Otlanter, with terrifying wealth to merge into the eyes of the Grand Duke of Lordaeron, the archmage, and almost everyone, it is a perfect match made in heaven.
However, this person never includes the owner of the event, the soon-to-be bride, his sister, Arya Minahir.
"Hehe!
A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, Kelreth glanced at the Holy Horse Grand Lord who looked at him in confusion, this former Duke of Otlante who had lived in the royal city of Lordaeron for many years had a really good reputation, and there were not a few rumors about this dead duke in the entire kingdom, and even most of the nobles of Lordaeron were very optimistic about this royal marriage, but unfortunately... Kyrreth turned to look at Prince Lordaeron in front of him and whispered.
"If there are no special circumstances, this duke should be able to live for tens of thousands of years!"
"Tens of thousands of years!!"
The surprise on his face turned solemn, and Arthas stared at Kyrryth.
"Nesario, Lord of the Black Dragons, once Guardian of the Earth!
Also staring at the golden eyes in front of him, Kelreth said word by word.
"No way! Kerryth! Do you know what you're talking about!"
With his eyes wide, Arthas suddenly took a few steps forward, grabbed Kelryth's collar, and said excitedly.
"Your Highness, don't be so excited, the wedding hasn't taken place yet, especially in the case of the orc riot in Hillbride, the wedding next month will naturally be postponed indefinitely!"
Leaving Arthas to carry himself, almost hanging himself up, Kelreth said with a smile, but his head was already turned to the High Lord of the Paladin, who looked thoughtful behind the prince.
"Viscount Kerryth, though the Duke is rich... He is very rich, and it is very rare to be promoted to a high-level legendary mage at the age of thirty-five, but these are not enough to cause you to make such a strange conjecture!"
did not stop Arthas's fierce movements, the Holy Knight Lord looked at the half-elf mage in front of him with a strange expression, and he was really shocked, the duke in the other party's words, but the most trusted non-Lordaeron nobleman of the contemporary Minerhill King, this kind of glory is actually not only influenced by talent or money, and even many local nobles of Lordaeron secretly speculated that this former Duke of the Otlante Kingdom may have been Minethiel's shadow son in Otlante...
"Lordaeron's court archmage has actually had a guess about this for a long time, but everyone is thinking too superficially, don't I mean it, General Abidis!"
With a hint of ridicule, Kyris stared at the paladin in front of him, although the other party has been trying his best to hide his true identity, but even if the undead natural disaster broke out later, the stars in the northern continent were shining, and there were only a few famous paladins in the entire Lordaeron, a little exclusion, Kelrith also guessed who the other party was, but he didn't expect Alfred, who had been active in the Lordaeron military in the form of a high-level warrior? Abidis has secretly succeeded in changing to a paladin, and has broken through the confinement in one fell swoop and promoted to the hall of legends.
"Heh, the little guy's eyes are very pointy!"
Alfred's face froze, and then he said with a smile, he didn't expect to hide it for long, but he didn't expect that Keerryth, who had never had any contact with Lordaeron's military, would recognize himself so quickly, although in fact, the city lord of Nanhai City had already recognized his identity, but he had always been smart and did not say it.
Immediately, Alfred continued.
"Viscount Kerryth, if there is sufficient evidence for your speculation, you have to understand that theoretically, that Duke Presto is now the field duke of Lordaeron!"
At the beginning of the division of Otlanth, the archmage who has always called himself Duke Presto became the ultimate big winner, not only obtained a large territory in the north of Autrante, although most of it is a no-man's land and a wilderness full of snowmen, but still took advantage of this to become one of the few great nobles in the kingdom of Lordaeron, although now there is only one person in the entire Presto family.
"Proof? Someone will provide it for me!"
Waving his hand and gently pushing away Arthas, who was weakly tugging at him, Kyrreth suddenly looked up at the top of his head and continued.
"Dear Miss Bronze Dragon!
In response to Kyrris's words, a white ball of light fell from the sky and fell among the crowd, and then under the gaze of the three of them, it turned into a dwarf girl, holding a metallic staff half as tall as herself, and glaring at the grinning Kyrrys.
"Elf! you're playing with fire!"
The dwarf girl didn't look at the two silver hands behind her at all, just kept staring at the half-elf mage, and said viciously.
"Hey, hey, Cromi?"
With a look of surprise, he looked at the little dwarf in front of him, this bronze dragon who was as famous as the bronze dragon king Nozdorm in his previous life, and was also a relatively friendly one to humans.
"Elf! Who the hell are you!"
After hearing Kyris call out his name, Chromie jumped up like a cat, and looked at Kyris in horror, even surrounded by a translucent protective barrier.
"Alright, alright, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is my news! Dear son of time, what do you think!"
Looking at the dwarf girl in front of him with a smile on his face, Kyris said as if he was comforting a child.
"Elf! can you really afford the price of the child of the light who wants to take advantage of it!"
Staring at Kelreth warily for a while, and at the same time glancing at the other two humans who seemed to be sculptures without a sound, Chromie's little face suddenly put on a mature expression, and said pointedly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't look at anyone present, turned around and disappeared.
In the next second, a roar of a giant dragon that resounded through the heavens and the earth spread throughout the entire South China Sea City, shaking the nearest private house and trembling.
"Hmph, go ahead with your whispers! I'm really gone!"
With a wry smile on his face, listening to the dragon's message that suddenly appeared, Alfred looked at Kelryth.
"Viscount Kerryth, you found out she didn't leave?"
"Hmph, if I could fool her so easily, I wouldn't need to act so much!"
"The Duke of Napresto..."
"Hehe! After a while, we will naturally see the difference! Find out this black dragon, the dragon clan is much more anxious than us humans!"
Glancing at Arthas, who was suffering from gains and losses, Kyrreth suddenly turned pale and continued.
"General Abydis, you are also a veteran general who has experienced World War II, I would like to ask, what do you think of orcs, I mean the orc race!" (To be continued.) )