My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Soon, Arthas was even more dumbfounded—because the red dragon queen’s arms had already heard the sound of symmetrical breathing; her body also quickly relaxed, lying on the ground limply; because of lack of support , Her fart/stretch is not so high, her whole body curled up into a ball, apparently she has fallen asleep in seconds.(To be continued.)

Chapter 425 Telescope

This... Is this falling asleep?Arthas leaned close to the Red Dragon Queen, and found that she had no reaction-she actually fell asleep!

What Arthas didn't know was that Alexstrasza and her sister Ysera were very embarrassed when they were assigned guard duties by Iona, the godmother of the Pantheon. Iona-sama that Staza was talking about.

Alexstrasza is actually far more suitable for controlling the power of dreams than her sister, which means that life-giver Iona originally intended to let Alexstrasza take charge of the "Emerald Dream" because she hadn't received the gift of the Titans. Before his supernatural power, this guy could often sleep for several days, and his affinity with the power of dreams was surprisingly good.

But the problem is also here, because Alexstrasza has had several previous records of sleeping for several days before becoming the guardian of the Emerald Dream; Iona is very worried if she really becomes the Emerald Dream. The owner of the dreamland, this guy slept for ten thousand years and forgot his duty to guard Azeroth, so he finally chose Ysera, who is slightly more diligent among the two sisters, to take charge of the power of dreamland, and gave the power of life to Ah Lexstrasza also hoped that she could have more vitality.

But now it seems that Alexstrasza still looks lazy all day long, in addition to eating and sleeping, or sleeping in seconds, Iona's hopes can only be disappointed.

"I'm really..." Alsace shook his head, resisting the urge to kick this red dragon queen, who was lying on the ground in a "dog lying" posture and "returning to sleep", and forced himself to sit on the desk. On the side--forget it, there is nothing to worry about with this guy, so let her be lazy. Anyway, she doesn't need her power too much now, and it may be too late for her to rush to Palatine Bay now; she should first Simply eat something, and then go meet the orc warchief!

Sitting down at the desk, Arthas looked at the mess on the table, and frowned again—this damned psychotic queen probably never learned how to use a knife and fork, right?I must have never learned any dining etiquette... Chicken bones and various fruit pits, and presumably the side dishes such as green onions and soybeans that this guy doesn’t like are all thrown all over the desk, and Alsace thought The knife and fork I was looking for was lying on the napkin on the side-oh yes, this guy is so rude that he doesn't even use a napkin!

While slandering the Red Dragon Queen, who did not talk about table manners, Arthas shook away the napkin, picked up the knife and fork, and began to look for fairly complete food in the dishes that had been messed up by the Red Dragon Queen. , To fill my stomach; Frostmourne went around to the other side of the desk, kicked the Red Dragon Queen who was lying there, and then took out the chair and sat down, propped his arm on the table, and watched with a smile Own owner to eat.

The Red Dragon Queen was kicked by Frostmourne, turned over, and changed to a supine position, but she did not wake up, but frowned, stretched out her hand and wiped her face, and then tilted again. His head fell asleep deeply.

Thousands of miles away in the wetland, among the mountains that no one cares about for thousands of years, Magni Bronzebeard and his Ironforge army finally passed through the snow valley in the mountain and stepped onto the soft muddy land of the wetland. .

"Your Majesty, we are almost there." A guard reported their position to Magni Bronzebeard, who was at the forefront of the team.

"Very well, tell everyone to prepare for battle. It's time for these green-skinned boys to often come from the anger among the mountains!" Magni? Bronzebeard took off the two cervix behind him The silver warhammer was weighed in his hand, and his tone was full of desire for battle.

The dwarves believe in the power of the mountains, as well as their legendary god sculptor Katz'goroth who masters the power of forging.Judging from the information recorded in the various ruins unearthed by the dwarves, Khaz'goroth is not the only god. To be precise, the sculptor should be one of the gods, but the dwarves are not the only one. The gods do not have half respect. On the contrary, some dwarves believe in the power of the Holy Light and become priests because of their close relationship with humans-even though there are not many dwarves.

The army of dwarves continued to move forward. Although their legs were short, they didn't run slowly; arms almost as thick as a calf's waist, tightly gripped their own weapons.The orcs raged in Ironforge and the nearby Dun Morogh Plains for several months. The dwarves love peace, but they are not a bullying race.

"Your Majesty the King, Your Majesty the King! The scouts have returned, and they have brought back amazing news." A guard ran to Magni Bronzebeard's side and reported important military information to him.

A few minutes later, Magni? Bronzebeard was on the side of the road and saw several dwarf scouts who had returned after scouting the enemy.

"You said, the orc base camp is...somewhat weird now?" Magni? Bronzebeard asked, frowning.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we observed the enemy camp on the hillside near the orc base camp. There were almost no active orcs in it; some orcs were lying on the ground. Our judgment is...maybe the orcs' corpses." The dwarf scout replied.

"The corpse? Have you confirmed it with that kind of instrument?" Magni Bronzebeard asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We confirmed it with a telescope." The scout patted a long cylindrical object hanging around his waist and said with certainty.

While Ironforge was besieged by the orcs, the dwarves and their ally for hundreds of years kept in touch with the dwarfs, which also made Ironforge not completely isolated from the world.

The gnomes transported a large number of weapons and new equipment from the underground passage between their city Gnomeregan and Ironforge to help their allies resist the siege of the orcs. Among them, there is such a dwarf master craftsman. Erbin Mekkatork’s assistant, the great tinker McNeill Therma Prager, invented this novel gadget.

With two crystals and a long tube, you can see things far away; the dwarf scouts have been equipped with this cheap equipment in large quantities to observe the enemy's movements from a distance.

"Did the orcs have moved their positions?" Magni? Bronzebeard felt something was wrong. He had observed the orcs' army from the head of Ironforge. It was hard to imagine that the camp of these rude guys could remain quiet.

"Go ahead at full speed. If this group of guys have begun to march towards Dun Modr, we will catch them as soon as possible and defeat them in one fell swoop!" Magni? Bronzebeard gave the order to march, and the dwarf warriors stepped on the muddy foot. On the ground, marching at full speed toward the Palatine Bay located on the seashore.(To be continued.)

Chapter 426: Go to the Dungeon

The northwest corner of Stromgarde’s palace is the private cell of King Thoras, which was transformed from an ancient royal prison.

Since the time of the Arathor Empire, countless noble criminals have been imprisoned here, from members of the royal family who committed unforgivable sins to ministers suspected of treason or treason. They have spent the last moments of their lives here; water prisons, dungeons Or the guillotine, the torture chamber, everything is here.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, please be careful. The stairs here are in disrepair for a long time, and it is easy to step on them." De Jong cautiously led forward, turning his head to remind Arthas.

"I see, Master De Jong..." Alsace showed a helpless expression on his face. He could not remember how many times he had answered De Jong's words, from down to the underground stairs of this dungeon. At the beginning, the head guard of King Thoras had reminded Arthas how many times he did not know.

In fact, Frostmourne had been holding his master firmly, and Arthas didn't worry about slipping into this problem.

But De Jong couldn't be completely worried; not long ago, the little prince of Lordaeron found himself, and proposed to go to the dungeon to see the imprisoned orc chief.

De Jong naturally refused at first—though the orc has been under strict control, but who knows if it will have any evil spells, and whether it has the power to resist; even if it can’t use spells, Wan Once it broke free and hurt the little prince, it couldn't bear the responsibility.

But in the end De Jong did not hold back the prince of the neighboring country; De Jong also attended the military meeting yesterday. Although Prince Christophe was escorted out of the chamber midway, Prince Alsace was very few in the beginning. The words made De Jong look at the young child with admiration.

Prince Arthas said that His Majesty King Terenas had agreed to interrogate the orc. Although De Jong had doubts about this, he could not be confirmed. Shortly before Arthas found him, Thora His Majesty King Si and His Majesty King Terenas had left the palace and went to the temporary wounded shelter in the city to visit the wounded soldiers. His Majesty Kurbanke was also accompanied.

Because Prince Garlin accompanied His Majesty King Thoras to visit the wounded soldiers-although the prince was very dissatisfied with his father forcibly leaving him behind-De Jong did not accompany King Thoras Your Majesty's trip.

Because of the absence of Chamberlain Kurbanke, De Jong has almost become the principal of this palace, but don’t forget that there are still two noble princes in this palace, one is the banned Christopher. Talbein, the other is Alsace Menethil in front of him.

De Jong didn't dare to take the risk to stop Arthas from interrogating the orc-because if this matter was really an order from His Majesty King Terenas, De Jong could not bear the responsibility of delaying the military plane.

However, although he agreed to Alsace's trip to the dungeon, De Jong made his own request-he would bring a team of court guards to accompany him throughout the whole process, and the process and details of the entire interrogation process must be decided by himself- —He didn't want the Prince Arthas to get close to the orc because of curiosity, and then his neck was broken by those big green hands.

Passing through the brightly lit dungeon promenade, Alsace's vision is reflected in a cell consisting of countless compartments; some of the compartments are made of wood, and some are made of iron, but they all have the same characteristics— —No prisoners stayed in.

"Master De Jong, isn't this dungeon normally used?" Arthas asked curiously-a dungeon that is not frequently used, presumably its safety cannot be guaranteed. What if the orc escapes?

"Um..." De Jong hesitated, and there was a slight dodge between his words, "It's not like that, His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, but...this place is usually used to detain those distinguished political prisoners, and those prisoners are usually very I will be executed soon."

Although De Jong was a little unclear about his words, he was almost a man of two generations and Alsace understood what the head of the guard meant. He had heard of it before that King Thoras in Stromgarde had a violent temper and his political methods had always been like thunder. There is almost no word of tolerance in his political dictionary. Presumably the political prisoners detained here will soon be sent to the gallows or guillotine. The crime of treason like the Blackmoore family can still continue in remote areas. The good things of being a lord can only happen under the generous king Terenas.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, please come with me." Under the guards of the court guards, De Jong led Alsace to the deepest part of the dungeon, where three court guards were sitting around a square table. A guard stood guard in front of an iron prison.

"Master De Jong!" The three sitting court guards saw this large group of people coming, and first stood up guarded by the hilt of their waists, and waited until they could see De Jong in the crowd. Putting down their guard, one after another saluted the chief guard.

But Arthas noticed that the guard who had been guarding in front of the prison did not leave his post. He just nodded towards De Jong from a distance, which made Arthas a little surprised at the loyalty of these guards.

De Jong waved his hand to signal that his subordinates were free; the court guards weren’t a group of harmony on weekdays. They were too close to the upper-class aristocratic circles, and they would always be tainted by the atmosphere of mutual indulgence. He just experienced this time being side by side. After the baptism of the bloody battle, the real robes formed between the guards, and De Jong became much more tolerant of these men.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, are you interrogating here, or are you going to the prison?" De Jong turned around and asked.

According to De Jong, Arthas was naturally as far away from the orc as possible, but he decided to ask Arthas his own thoughts first.

"Let's go in, Master De Jong is here, I don't think there will be any accidents." Arthas replied with a smile.

I can’t guarantee this—De Jong said in his heart—but he still gestured to the guard who was guarding the cell to open the prison door—if De Jong had a trace of fear for the orcs before, last night After personally fighting the orcs, he already has a certain understanding of these creatures. Although they are stronger than humans-and the warchief of this orc is obviously stronger than its peers-there are so many court guards here. Now, that guy was handcuffed and fettered again, and he wouldn't cause too much trouble if he wanted to—as long as Prince Arthas didn't come to him.(To be continued.)

Chapter 427, let's talk

The guard received De Jong's order and turned around and opened the prison door with a key.Alsace's gaze shifted to the cell.

Perhaps for safety reasons, the prison was not equipped with torches and torches; however, the number of braziers outside the prison was enough to give the entire cell a clear view.

An orc with a huge stature—a lap larger than all the orcs Alsace had ever seen—was standing in the corner of the prison.

I don’t know if this guy slept after being escorted into this dungeon, but he is standing there now, with shackles on his hands and feet, and a long iron lock extending from the wall, with the end hanging deep in the dungeon. Nail to the long nail in the wall.

Arthas noticed that the orc was also observing himself, its eyes were not clear, bloodshot, and a little muddy, but it was not the blood red of other orcs.

When the orc's gaze swept over him, Arthas could clearly see a mocking smile on his mouth-even though Arthas didn't know what he was laughing at.