My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Prince Arthas, out of my duty, I must remind you again, never get close to this orc within ten steps." De Jong followed him when Arthas entered the prison. Behind him, a thousand thunderous exhorts.

"Don't worry, Master De Jong, my safety is guaranteed." Arthas replied with a smile, "If you can, I hope you can find me and this lady two chairs. Of course, you too. But find one for yourself, we may have to stay here for a long time."

De Jong did not fully attend the military meeting last night, nor did he accompany the human army to Fadier Bay. As a court guard, no one informed him of the battle plan for the next alliance, so he did not know Frostmourne. The current identity is a powerful frost mage.

De Jong felt a little headache for Alsace's calm performance; he waved his hand and motioned the court guards to move in the chair outside the prison, while he himself followed Alsace without leaving—if you say The little prince was very scared when he saw the orc, and De Jong could feel a little more relieved; his unscrupulous appearance made De Jong think that he was likely to make some strange and dangerous actions.

The guards quickly moved their chairs and placed them farther away from the orc under De Jong's instructions; Arthas didn't care too much, and went straight to a chair and sat down; before Frostmourne In a daze, seeing Alsace sitting down, she trot two steps quickly, moved another chair to Alsace's side, and then sat down next to her master.

Although the guards also brought chairs for De Jong, De Jong stood tremblingly beside Arthas, thinking that if the little prince walked towards the orc out of curiosity, he must stop him in time.

"You can speak lingua franca, don't you?" Arthas asked, looking at the orc-it was staring at himself.

No response was received. Although the scorn and disdain could be seen in the orc's eyes, it was not expressed in words.

"To be honest, I am actually surprised by your...wisdom, even though I am not used to using words like this to praise an orc." Arthas spoke slowly because he was not sure that the common language of the orc reached I don’t know if this guy can understand what he says, "But I have to admit that your strategies are really effective. If everything develops according to your expectations-in fact, you almost succeed -We humans are already very dangerous."

"Sneer!" Although the orc still didn't speak, Arthas heard it let out a chuckle-still full of disdain.

"You must be thinking that the previous paragraph from my human child's mouth is not convincing at all, is it?" Alsace continued to talk to himself, "No matter how the human traitors are You contacted, or how did you learn about the dwarves’ hangover custom during the Wine Festival, I’m very interested in learning about these things; I think you should also want to know how you failed?"

"Why... failed?" The orc finally spoke. Its voice was hoarse, but the accent of Common Language was very standard. Regardless of its hideous and ugly appearance, it was impossible to tell that it was not its native language.

Seeing that the orc finally reacted, De Jong was startled, his right hand couldn't help but wiped the hilt of his waist. This guy was still in a coma when he was escorted back. It is said that he was on the way. He woke up several times, but was knocked out by several paladins who were with him.

When the orc woke up in the dungeon, De Jong once took a look, but at that time, the guy was very quiet and did not respond to its situation. De Jong did not do much. He thought it had been Those trifling paladins were silly, but they still could talk.

Arthas met the terrifying gaze that the orc looked to him without flinching, with a harmless smile on his face: "Yes-why did those cavalry appear under Stromgarde? How did Grim Batol’s lair be destroyed, how did that huge red dragon come to the battlefield to disintegrate your army... Don’t you want to know all this? If you want to know, then we Let's make a deal—I tell you what you want to know, and you tell me what I want to know. The two owe each other, and each has its place; what do you think of this suggestion? Orgrim? Doomhammer?"

Compared to a lot of ceremonial nonsense, Arthas could clearly see that his last words really shocked the orc's firm mind.

It can be seen that the muddy eyeballs began to become clear, and the fierce light exuded more sharply; "Do you know my name? Little devil?"

"Yes, Orgrim, I not only know your name, I also know many things about your orcs, such as Ner'zhul, such as Draenor, such as Gul'dan, such as... the Frostwolf clan." Arta The smile on Si's face became more and more weird, and he found that he enjoyed the process of playing with other people's minds like this.

De Jong stood a little behind Arthas. The little prince's words made him confused; but De Jong did not see Arthas's expression at this time, otherwise, Arthas and the orc In between, who is the devil and who is the persecutor, there must be a subversive answer in his heart.(To be continued.)

Chapter 428 How do you know there is no hair under the master?

Frostwolf clan?Gul'dan?Ner'zhul?——Orgrim received more shocks today than it was in the entire first half of his life combined.

Even if Garona would reveal some information about the orcs like the humans she had been in contact with, the human warrior before did not know his name. This was nothing unusual at first; but the human imp in front of him obviously has a lot of orcs in front of him. Understand, maybe even more than he thinks now; how did he do it?You know, apart from Garona, there is almost no intelligence exchanges between orcs and humans. Even human traitors like Aiden Pernold and Edras Blackmore would not understand the name "Dela The world of promise!

Maybe... I really should have a good talk with him-Orgrim thought this way, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his dry lips: "Then, I will ask first."

"You are free." Arthas shrugged and said that he didn't care; in fact, the conversation with Orgrim was entirely to pass the time. If De Jong wasn't getting in the way, Arthas would have been Let Frostmourne drain Orgrim's soul.

"What's the matter with the Frostwolf clan? How do you know about them?" This is the question Orgrim is most interested in; his old friend, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, Durotan, brought his wife and belt to inform him of Gul'dan's conspiracy. , And then died on his way home; because of his rush, he didn't even ask Durotan where his people were-even the orcs didn't know where the Frostwolf clan was now, would this human imp know?

"The Frostwolf clan...I have seen them. To be precise, they fought us and became our captives. Hmm... Drek'Thar, if I remember correctly, it seems to be the name? An orc shaman, right? He is now the chief of the Frostwolf clan." Arthas said.

"Yes, Drek'tal..." Orgrim nodded, agreeing with Arthas's statement-although Drek'tal is Durotan's right-hand man, he is not well-known among the orcs, since The human imp mentioned his name, indicating that they actually met—then Drek'Thar and his Frostwolf clan are now...

Seeing the worry in Orgrim’s eyes, Arthas smiled and replied: “As for their whereabouts at this time, I don’t think you need to worry. My father made a benevolent decision. He believed that these orcs were not involved. The battle to invade Stormwind City exiled them to a distant place-a distant place that would not have any intersection with the human kingdom."

"Sneer... hypocrisy!" Orgrim curled his lips in disdain.

"Hypocrisy?" Arthas was not displeased by the orc's insult, but was a little confused. "I think my father's decision is already very tolerant. We didn't kill the orcs of the Frostwolf clan, or even Imprison them or use them as coolies. Are you still not satisfied?"

"Yes, because this is just your own thoughts. As you know, Drek'Thar and his Frostwolf clan were not involved in encroaching on your territory; I don’t know if they harassed them before you discovered them. Live your lives, but I don't think it will be. With the characters of Durotan and Drek'tal, they will only find a hidden place to take the people to live in seclusion." Orgrim said analytically.

"You're right." Arthas nodded and admitted—for whatever reason, Drek'Thar and his people had never appeared in human sight; if it weren't for Frostmourne, he ran into it that day. It's too far in Alterac Valley, and they won't find these reclusive orcs themselves-of course they may starve to death before being discovered by humans.

"That's why I said that you are hypocritical! Human beings are such hypocritical creatures!" Orgrim said disdainfully, "Since Drek'Thar and the others did not invade your territory, then they have been accused of committing a crime. Exile? Don't the orcs even have the right to live on a piece of land with humans?"

After hearing Orgrim’s words, Arthas was silent—he had to admit that the orc’s words were right—Drektal and his people did nothing wrong, they were wrong... …They were born as orcs, just like Orgrim, who once slaughtered humans in Stormwind, Elwynn Forest and Westfall.

"Why? Nothing to say? Kid, I think your father is the one who has the final say among humans, otherwise he would not have his turn to convict Drektal and the others; I don’t know why he didn’t personally Come to communicate with me, but I want to rely on a child with no hair on the bottom to persuade me and my people to give up the war. This is an impossible task, so you should hurry up and ask me what you want to know The question, and then go back quickly!" Orgrim mocked Arthas. I don't know why, the expression on the face of this human kid makes Orgrim feel very annoying.

While Arthas and Orgrim had the above conversation, Frostmourne kept crossing his arms on Arthas’s immature shoulders, using his smooth forehead against his master’s head. , Had a lot of fun after going back and forth; after hearing Orgrim’s last words, Frostmourne could not sit still, she stood up abruptly, with an expression of incredible horror on her face, shaking her hand. Orgrim fixed his eyes on Arthas and shouted loudly, "Master, how does this orc know that the hair under you hasn't grown?"

Although he did not understand most of the conversation between Alsace and Orgrim, De Jong understood Orgrim’s rudeness to Alsace; he was hesitant to teach this innocent person. When the orc came to find face for His Majesty King Terenas, he suddenly heard the exclamation of the beautiful lady who had come to the dungeon with His Royal Highness Prince Arthas.

Everyone present-even Orgrim as an orc-was stunned; after the silence of more than ten seconds ended, De Jong and his guards finally couldn't help but burst out. Laughter—Although they were deliberately suppressing it, the laughter spread in the closed dungeon.

"I..." Alsace's face flushed-he has been saying that the Red Dragon Queen is an idiot these days, and now he has discovered that the little magic sword that has been stuck to his side does not seem to be easy to use!

"Sit down, Xiaoshuang, don't interrupt!" Alsace pretended not to hear the laughter of De Jong and his guards' "eat and eat". While drinking Lingshuangzhimao to be honest, he was glad that this was not in Luo. Danlun's palace, it is not the royal guards of Lordaeron who accompany him to guard him-otherwise, can he be the Prince of Lordaeron happily?(To be continued.)

Chapter 429 You don’t even know what your real enemy is

Frostmourne sat back in his seat gloomily, feeling very wronged in his heart-what the master looks like underneath, obviously only Xiaoshuang himself has seen it, how did this nasty smelly orc know?Why doesn't the master let himself ask clearly?

"Ahem..." Arthas coughed dryly, and then said solemnly to Orgrim, "Actually, you made a mistake. I have nothing to make you and your people give up the idea of ​​war. In fact, war does not There is no end. Because of your current situation, even if you know it, it doesn’t matter. The army of humans and dwarves will join forces, and then they will attack your camp in Palatine Bay together; after that, our army will keep going south, leaving everything behind. All the orcs were wiped out; maybe on the battlefield, we will allow you to surrender-of course it may not be allowed, but after the war, I don’t think the Alliance will have any differences in dealing with the remaining orcs-orcs You must die—because your hands are covered with blood from humans and other races."

"Palatinate Gulf? Interesting..." Orgrim's mouth showed a weird smile-which made Arthas puzzled-this guy has become a prisoner in a cage, after the war, as the big orc Chief, 80% will be sent to the gallows after parading the streets. Doesn't it understand his situation?How come you can still laugh?

"I don't think you can gain something in Palatine Bay." Orgrim shook his head-he didn't know that Frostmourne constructed a narrow sea on the narrow sea that was wider and stronger than the one that the orc army had passed before. The road to the frost, so there is some error in the inference of the timing of the human and dwarven army’s attack on the Gulf of Baradin—"By the time you get there, Gul'dan must have fled with the remaining orcs. You will never It’s possible to catch him, impossible; if you really understand the orcs as you think, you must understand what I’m talking about."

"Gul'dan?" Arthas frowned-of course he knew who Gul'dan was, or that Ner'zhul certainly knew who Gul'dan was.

Ner'zhul is the strongest and most respected shaman among the orcs. The scope of this respect is broad, even when the various orc clans and all kinds of enemies are fighting alone, Ner'zhul orders It can also be executed well among these clans-this is unprecedented, and it is also impossible for those latecomers-whether it is Blackham the Destroyer, Gul'dan or Org in front of Arthas Rim, the prestige among the orcs is even worse than Ner'zhul.

Gul'dan is a disciple of Ner'zhul. This orc with a natural disposition has been pursuing powerful power throughout his life. This is why it finally fell to the Burning Legion and even turned against his teacher Ner'zhul.

From the memory of Ner'zhul’s soul, Arthas knew that Gul'dan was a servant of Kil'jaeden, the leader of the Burning Legion, and he could even talk to Kil'jaeden directly, which counts as much. It is a kind of "special honor".

But Arthas didn’t really believe that Gul'dan could bring any trouble to Anduin Lothar’s army. After all, Arthas, who had summoned Archimonde the “Defiler” by himself, knew it, like It is not easy for demons like Archimonde and Kil'jaeden to come to the world of Azeroth.

In the original time flow, Anduin Lothar was indeed killed in this war-Alsace did not forget this incident that caused great pain to his friend Varian Wrynn; It's just that the situation of this war has changed. The orc who was said to have killed Anduin Lothar is now chained in front of him, and Varian is also personally guarding Anduin Lothar's. On his side, if Anduin? Lothar would still...it can only be said that it was an arrangement of fate, and Arthas could do something limited. After all, he thought Anduin Lothar was not as capable as Drake. Accept the ending of living as a death knight.

"Why? You don't believe what I said?" Orgrim saw Arthas's expression, which made it feel insulted. It roared, "You humans, you don't even know what to do next What will happen! Do you think you defeated me and my army and you won this war? It's ridiculous, when Gul'dan becomes the leader of the orcs again, when he reopens the teleportation that connects Draenor Door... You don’t even know what your real enemy is!"

"You don't need to be so excited, I know what you are talking about." Arthas couldn't help but tilt his head. Although the distance between each other was still very far, he was still a little worried that the orc's saliva sprayed on him. "Isn't that the Burning Legion, why don't I know."

"Burning..." Orgrim's eyes widened, and there was even a feeling of bulging. With his green skin and strange facial features, he looked like a frog.

"How do you know the Burning Legion? Boy, how do you know this kind of thing?" Orgrim roared, and it felt a conspiracy covering the fate of itself and the orcs.

From the beginning, Orgrim only thought that the Burning Legion-it didn't even want to mention the name before-just came to the world of Draenor first, found the orcs, used the orcs to defeat the draenei, and then reopened His eyes were on the new world of Azeroth.

If Arthas knew some of the information inside the orcs was excusable—because Orgrim himself was also a "human communicator"—then the human kid knew about the Burning Legion, so he let Ao Grim felt a little scared-isn't the first world the Burning Legion arrived in was not Draenor, but this world?Burning Legion, in this world is something even children know?

"Anyway, I just know, I can't tell you the specific process. But what about the power behind your orcs is the Burning Legion, and it hasn't been lost to us in the battle." Arthas shook his head-this involved him and The biggest secret of Frostmourne, even his father did not intend to tell him, how could he tell this orc-and for the victory of this war, Arthas was quite proud of it, after all, he also had a lot of information. With all his strength, it's not wasted to run around these days.

"The Burning Legion you are talking about are those... demons?-if I remember correctly, this word should be in your human language-if you really know it, you should know how terrible they are; even me The army, even including my more compatriots in the world of Draenor, are not the opponents of these demons; don't you humans feel fear at all?" Orgrim was even a little hoarse.(To be continued.)

Chapter 430 I want to try