My Frostmourne can't be so cute

But soon, the young Wildhammer dwarf fell to the ground like Magni Bronzebeard-because his two short legs had tripped together.

"These guys are useless..."

Arthas turned his head and said helplessly to Prince Danas behind him.

"That is, at least you have to wait until after the banquet before you get drunk!"

Prince Danas said dissatisfiedly.

Almost forgot-the prince was also an alcoholic-Arthas reminded himself in his heart.

"Let's change the room!"

Arthas said to Prince Danas and Mograine.

That's right, Mograine—Although he has become a paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Mograine and Arthas had an adventure together after all.

Among all the paladins, apart from his teacher Uther, Mograine was the closest to Arthas.

In the other lounge, Arthas and Frostmourne were sitting together, while Prince Danath and Mograine were scattered across from him.

"How is the situation in the southern barracks?"

Alsace is more concerned about this issue.

"The orcs don't seem to have the idea of ​​making a comeback... at least we haven't found such a call."

Prince Danas said.

"However, it seems that the situation is still not optimistic. There are more and more demons running out of the rift in time and space, and the wizards are gradually unable to suppress them. The soldiers need to use their strength. In a conflict a few days ago, several soldiers died. Under the devil."

Mograine added.

These are just guerrillas and scattered courage... Arthas knew that when the Burning Legion invaded, humankind would suffer more than these.

"Alsace!"

Suddenly, the door to the lounge was opened, and Daelin Proudmoore walked in with his son, Drake.

"You really are here!"

Dalin Proudmoore said.

"King Dalin."

Arthas didn't get up, but just nodded to the Lord of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras; after all, this is a private occasion, so there is no need to observe etiquette too much.

"Where's Jaina? Isn't she with you?"

Daelin Proudmoore asked about the whereabouts of his little daughter.

"Oh……"

Thinking of the way Jaina cried before, Arthas couldn't help but laugh.

"Jaina soiled her dress, and my sister took her to get a new dress."

Arthas replied.

"Oh……"

Dalin Proudmoore nodded.

"Prince Arthas, there are some things I want to talk to you alone, can I?"

Drake said suddenly.

"Of course, Prince Drake."

Arthas smiled and nodded, then looked at the others in the room.

"Let's go for a drink, the banquet will not start until a while."

Prince Danas said.

"This time, Terenas must take out his treasure."

Daelin Proudmoore smiled and left the room, a hesitation flashed across his face the moment the door was closed.

——Drake this kid...what do you want to say to Alsace?

"Prince Drake, what's the matter with you?"

Arthas asked with a smile.

"You know what I want to ask."

Drake replied with a cold face.

"To be honest, I don't know. If you want to ask about your body, I can tell you... But, do you think it makes sense?"

Alsace asked rhetorically.

"No."

Drake shook his head.

Drake had some knowledge about his body, and after meeting the necromancer, he also learned some things about it.

Drake felt that he should have been turned into an undead by Arthas, an undead with his own consciousness and no difference in appearance from humans.

Drake knew that this was the choice he made at the beginning, but now he has something to confirm.

"I know I should be a dead person now, but I know something about the necromancer... I want to confirm, there is only one thing, that is, you will not use me, but hurt my family."

Drake said.

"You can rest assured that I have no reason to do that, do I?"

Arthas replied.

Drake nodded—as he saw, the little guy in front of him really had no reason to miss his family.

This little child won the friendship of the red dragon, and the beautiful lady around him who can use powerful ice spells; at the same time, he is the future king of Lordaeron-heir to almost no competitors.(To be continued.)

Chapter 557 Ladies

"I hope you didn't lie to me, otherwise..."