My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas looked at Alleria, he stopped talking.

"and so?"

Alleria blinked her beautiful blue eyes and asked.

"So, we want to ask Ms. Alleria, can you inquire about this letter from Quel'Thalas. According to the information you have, my father and I can also come to the final treatment. Program."

Arthas said seriously.(To be continued.)

Chapter 610 The Long-lost Gul'dan

"Hmph, it's clear that we don't need us to continue to be born and die, and now I don't want to use us... Human beings are indeed a cunning race!"

Sylvanas said irritably.

"Sylvanas!"

Alleria raised her voice slightly, and stopped her sister's words.

"Alsace, I understand what you mean. Leave this to me. Within three days, I will tell you all the information I can find out."

Alleria said to Arthas.

"Then trouble you, Ms. Alleria."

Arthas nodded, then politely said goodbye to Alleria and left her bedroom.

"Alleria, how can you agree to such a thing?"

Sylvanas looked at her sister and asked.

—— Isn’t this the equivalent of being a spy for high elves for humans?

"Why not? Staying in Lordaeron, we always have to do what we can, and we can't let others feed in vain? Besides, this matter is not bad for Quel'Thalas, those Silvermoon Council guys, they I don’t understand the cruelty of war, nor how easy it is to start a war."

Thinking of what Arthas had said to himself, in the king's meeting, King Thoras' proposal, Alleria couldn't help but fight a cold war.

If humans become enemies of high elves, they will be much more terrifying than trolls...

Just when Alleria was worried about the future of her hometown, far away on the other side of the ocean in Lordaeron, the mainland of Kalimdor, a place called the Barrens by the aborigines here.

The crimson land was originally barren, but I don't know when, in the center of this land, a fortress made of wood and boulders suddenly rose from the ground.

"Hurry up, then you idiots, stupid pigs!"

On the wall of the fortress, a warsong orc was rudely insulting the orcs of other clans, urging the latter to fill up the unrepaired parts of the fort with huge stones as soon as possible.

Inside this fortress, in a heavily guarded fortress, the chief of the Warsong clan, Grom Hellscream, was leaning on his weapon and sitting on his seat with a golden sword.

Beside him, Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan and Tyrone Gorefiend, the leader of the death knight, were on both sides.

As for Red Blackham and Maim Blackham of the Blackfang clan, Grom would not allow this pair of trash brothers to participate in their military meetings.

"Grom, we are in a dangerous situation. We don't have enough food storage, and the wood and stone we used to build the fortress have already been raided by us, but the fortress has just been less than half completed."

Zuherd said to Grom solemnly.

"Then continue to expand the search area!"

Grom ordered loudly.

It has been a while since coming to this continent, and Grom quickly took the orcs to gain a foothold here.

There are countless beasts in this crimson land, and the orcs have got enough food.

At the same time, Grom ordered the construction of a fortress as a base camp for the orcs on this continent.

But until now, the fortress still has only one empty shell, with nothing but a house for the orcs to sleep in and a fragile outer wall.

"But we don't have enough manpower, and it is too dangerous for us to rush to explore those unknown places!"

Zuherd retorted.

"The danger of farts! Zuherd, you coward! To this world, our beasts are the most dangerous thing!"

Grom growled and roared.

Zuherd did not answer, but just looked at Grom's manic appearance.

Since that day, after encountering the huge red dragon in the red willow forest outside the Dun Modo Fortress, Grom's body has undergone tremendous changes.

Now, the bone spurs on his body are becoming more and more obvious, and his skin is densely packed, like a hedgehog, covered with short, hard spikes.

And Grom became very strong, even surpassing Zuherd's understanding of power.

Correspondingly, the faint sulfur breath on Grom's body became more and more intense.

"That's how it is said, but Grom, if this continues, what is the point of our behavior? In more than ten years, you and your subordinates will age, and do we have enough troops to supplement."

Tyrone? Gorefiend reminded Grom.

"Damn... Tyrone, can't you open the portal to Draenor?"

Grom said irritably.

"Unfortunately, this is too difficult. According to Gul'dan, the best place for the portal is where we came. Now we are still a continent away from there."

Tyrone Gorefiend shook his head.

Although once a warlock, Tyrone Gorefiend and his men who became death knights, while possessing powerful power, also paid a corresponding price.

Their mastery of spells is no longer as comfortable as they used to be, all because of the changes in their bodies.

"Damn it, if Gul'dan is still there, he should have a way to open that portal... As long as he can contact Draenor, more orcs will be able to come to this world, and then..."

Grom said angrily.

Zuherd and Tyrone? Gorefiend were silent.

They all knew what Grom said was true, but Gul'dan left them during the previous voyage and didn't know where he went.

Maybe Gul'dan has drowned in the endless sea now, maybe not yet.But who knows where to find him?

At this moment, a warrior from the Warsong clan rushed in and looked at Grom in a panic.

"Chief! There is..."

The warrior of the Warsong clan said loudly.