My Frostmourne can't be so cute

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"Xiaoshuang, what did you do?" Arthas made a big jump - the reason why he didn't turn to Frostmourne for help was because he was worried that the little Demon Sword was not light or heavy.

"It's okay. Take control of them for a while." Frostmourne said nonchalantly, "so they won't block us. When you get to the front, Master, Xiaoshuang will help them get back to their original state."

After speaking, Frostmourne stepped forward unceremoniously, pushed away a few zombies-like citizens, and waved at Arthas.

"Are they really all right?" Arthas asked worriedly as he approached Frostmourne.

"Well, it's okay!" Frostmourne replied confidently.

Although he has not absorbed any soul after passing through the time stream, Frostmourne feels that his strength is visibly growing day by day, and the control of the soul is now able to be retracted and retracted freely.

Arthas was still a little worried, until everyone had squeezed into the front of the crowd, Frostmourne had removed the spell, and the citizens had recovered their freedom, Arthas felt a little relieved.

"Xiaoshuang, don't do such a thing in the future!" Alsace said dissatisfiedly, "Aren't you going to be their queen? How can you treat your subjects like this?"

"Huh, master, don't want to lie to me!" Frostmourne curled her lips, with an angry expression on her face, "Although there are many things Xiaoshuang doesn't understand, this is still clear!"

"What?" Arthas couldn't understand Frostmourne's words.

"I've learned about this before!" Frostmourne said triumphantly, as if "You can't lie to me", "The so-called queen treats others like this, and some queens will whip her subjects. , And use candles to burn others!"

"Is there such a queen?" Arthas's eyes widened.

"Alsace, take a look! The orc warchief is here!" Kalia called to her brother excitedly.

The citizens who had recovered their consciousness also discovered the fact that the orc chieftain had come, and they were crowded forward again, but Frostmourne had been prepared for this, and an invisible wall of air blocked the space for the group of citizens to move forward.

"Alsace..." Jaina stood beside Arthas, her face was excited and a little scared.

"Will the orc warchief look scary?" Jaina asked with some heart.

"No," Arthas replied with a smile, "I talked to that guy, he is the more sane person among the orcs."

"Really?" There seemed to be a small star in Jaina's eyes-His Royal Highness Prince Arthas was amazing!Actually have seen the king of the orcs!

Arthas stood in front of the crowd and looked east; there, the orc warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer was being escorted over.

A cage made entirely of thick wood nails was placed on a two-horse-drawn cart. Several valiant human soldiers stood at the dead end of the cart. A large group of soldiers surrounded the cart and was heavily guarded.

Orgrim Doomhammer is in the center of the cage. His hands and feet are locked by huge and thick iron chains. The ends of the chains are even lapped on the wooden cage before using the huge The nail was nailed to the carriage.

All in all, even if Orgrim's strength is ten times or one hundred times greater, he may not be able to break free from this cage.

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down the moment the prison car appeared.

Arthas didn't know what kind of mood the citizens of Lordaeron were feeling now, but he guessed that it must be extremely complicated-gratified, joyful, but full of bitterness.

Not all residents of Lordaeron are from Lordaeron, and some refugees from Stormwind have settled here.

"Kill him!" Suddenly, a scream came from the crowd, the voice of a young woman.

I don’t know if this young girl lost her relative or lover in the war. In short, she seemed to be prepared. She took out a handful of rotten vegetables from the pocket of her clothes and threw them to Orgrim in the prison wagon. ? Doomhammer.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The crowd boiled at this moment, although the rotten vegetables thrown by the girl drifted past the crowd a little bit, and then fell weakly on the side of the road; but others were looking for their side, or already prepared. Things were thrown to Orgrim.

For a while, rocks, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and children's toys, wooden or iron pots and pans, slammed into Orgrim like hail.

It seemed that the soldiers escorted by the car had already prepared. They took out small and portable round shields to cover their heads.

But Orgrim didn’t receive such treatment. He was smashed by all kinds of trash. Arthas saw a rotten egg hit his face, and the viscous egg white liquid confused him. The hair then ran down Orgrim's face to his neck and chest.

Orgrim was still wearing the clothes he had when he was captured, but his armor was removed; Arthas knew that Orgrim now was probably not more fragrant than rotten eggs, but the orc warchief now Having suffered such treatment, Alsace really sighed.

"Alsace, find me something, I also want to lose him!" Kalia shouted excitedly.

"Where shall I find something for you..." Arthas touched his whole body, but he couldn't find anything to throw at Orgrim.

"Kalia, here you are!" Vereesa handed Kalia an arrow-it was taken out of the quiver by the high elf rangers.

"Hey!" Kalia tried hard to throw the arrow at the prison car, but she had neither the strength nor the skill.

"I'm coming." Alleria took out an arrow from her sister's quiver, weighed it in her hand, and then threw it at the prison wagon.

From an incredible angle, the arrow thrown by Alleria penetrated the hole of the prisoner's wooden cage and plunged into Orgrim's thigh.

"Roar!" Even Orgrim, who had been unmoved before, couldn't stand the pain, and he let out a roar.

The red blood ran down Orgrim's green skin, dripped on his green instep, and then spilled on the street under the prison cart.

"Bah, this group of dirty orcs, their blood is actually red." Alleria cursed in a low voice-she was beginning to rejoice that she had joined Alsace's team and came here to go shopping; if not, She won't have a chance to stick an arrow into the body of this hateful orc chief.

No matter when, only the remembrance of the dead relatives and the immense hatred of the orcs made Alleria never let go.(A great event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phone waiting for you! Follow it~ Click/Chinese website official account (WeChat add friend-add official account-enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now immediately Follow qdread WeChat official account!) (To be continued.)

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This sudden arrow made a big jump for the soldiers who escorted Orgrim Doomhammer.

Although the task they received from their superiors was to parade Orgrim, if the orc captive really died, they couldn't afford the responsibility.

The soldiers scanned around vigilantly, but did not find the person who shot the arrow, so they could only give up.

Arthas looked at Alleria, he was really worried that this high elf ranger leader would shoot Orgrim to death in the street.

Fortunately, Alleria had no such plans.

The public's mood gradually increased as the prison vehicle got closer, and even Varian Wrynn and Altea Eberlock joined their lineup.

Although Varian and Altea didn't lose anything like Orgrim, the two of them shouted excitedly together like Kalia.

"Taresha, what's the matter with you?" Kalia shouted so that her voice was a little hoarse. She wanted to stop and rest for a while, and then noticed that Taresa's expression was a little surprised.

"It's okay, Your Royal Highness... It's just that there are too many people here, some are too noisy..." Taresa quickly replied.

"Really? Taresa, you really are. You have to adapt to this kind of scene in the future. Otherwise, how can I be my maid? For the next banquet, I will lend you a dress, and you can also increase your knowledge. !"

Kalia said.

"Ah? I... how can I do it?" Taresa waved her hands in a panic-she knew the importance of the next banquet, and she was just a little maid, how could she attend such a banquet.

"I'll be fine. Taresa, you have to be a little confident! You are my maid, not much worse than the wives and daughters of those lords, understand?"

Kalia said triumphantly.