My Frostmourne can't be so cute

After taking a look at his "half" disciple, Mage Khadgar nodded and said nothing.

Unlike others, Mage Khadgar could keenly feel that the aura exuding from Arthas became more and more like someone he knew.

——The Archmage of Krasus in the Council of Kirin Tor in Dalaran, a red dragon in human form.

I talked to the Archmage Antonidas about this change that happened to Arthas, and they all agreed that it came from the influence of the Red Dragon Queen.

But even more detailed scrutiny, the two wizards can't draw any conclusions; but... since this is the case, it shouldn't be a bad change.

Muradin Bronzebeard stood with Falstad Wildhammer.

It's not because they don't want to talk to other people, but because the heights of the mounts on both sides are different, plus the difference in the height of the original itself, it is really difficult to have a conversation.

"What are you looking for, Falstad?"

Muradin looked at his wildhammer relative and asked suspiciously.From the beginning, Falstad was like a hunting dog looking for prey, looking around, seeming to be looking for something.

"No...nothing..."

Falstad quickly explained.

However, no one can explain the doubts in this Wildhammer dwarf—why, the young and beautiful high elf lady is not here today?

Just when the most well-trained horses were a little impatiently spraying white steam from their noses, the sun finally dissipated the fog near the town of Stratholme, and Alsace and others were able to see that they had already reached the end of the journey. The mighty army in the distance.

"Alsace!"

The army is still not far away, but a few horses have left the team and galloped over here quickly.

The leader is Varian Wrynn, the current king of the Azeroth Kingdom.

"Varian? Why are you?"

Even though his childhood playmate came to him, Arthas still couldn't believe his eyes, he asked suspiciously.

"Haha, Mr. Lothar was here originally, but there was some business in Stormwind City that needed him to deal with, so I brought the army over."

Varian held his warhorse, let the beast raise its hoofs high in front of Arthas and put it down, then said excitedly.

"But, you are the king of Stormwind after all, just leave like this..."

Arthas said hesitantly.

"What does it matter? Anyway, Miss Lothar and I, as long as one person stays in Stormwind City."

Varian said indifferently.

"OK then……"

Now that Varian said this, Arthas didn't know what to say; this playmate's trust in Anduin Lothar had reached the peak, allowing him to hand over everything in his hands without hesitation.

"Don't mother-in-law, Arthas, although something went wrong in the middle, we are still on time...When will we send troops to teach those green-skinned bastards?"

Varian said to Arthas excitedly.

The green-skin hybrids were originally a scornful term for the orcs by humans, but these guys have not appeared in this world for six years, so people gave this name to their allies trolls.

What does it matter?They are all green anyway.

"As soon as possible. Varian, you go to give your people a rest and set up camp. Then we hold a military meeting and determine the goal and strategy, and the war will begin."

Arthas said to Varian.

"That's really great... I hope those green-skinned boys can be a bit seeded, and don't let my soldiers and I kill you so much!"

Varian had a feverish look on his face and said with a big smile.

Although he has great contempt for the troll, in fact, Varian also has a potion containing the blood of the troll's rage in his body. The existence of this potion makes him irritable and eager to kill.(To be continued.)

656 The War Begins

Ten minutes later, Falstad finally saw his long-awaited High Elf Ranger Vereesa Windrunner in Alsace's camp.

It's just that Falstad didn't have a chance to talk to Vereesa. The high elf ranger was sitting in the corner, talking quietly with the Red Dragon Queen and Jaina about these things that had nothing to do with war.

"Is this a map of Ghost Land?"

Varian Wrynn came to a big table in the middle of the camp, looked at the huge map and asked.

"Yes, thanks to the intelligence brought back by Ms. Alleria, we were able to rush to produce such a detailed map."

Arthas answered and smiled at Alleria who was standing on the side.

"The situation is not very optimistic... If you want to take down these cities hidden in the jungle..."

Varian Wrynn carefully observed the map in front of him, then frowned.

As the direct disciple of Anduin Lothar, although Varian Wrynn was somewhat reckless, he was not a foolish fool.

"Varian how many people did you bring?"

Arthas did not answer Varian Wrynn's words, but asked instead.

"Twelve thousand, but it is difficult to ship horses, so most of them are infantry."

Varian Wrynn replied.

"In this case...the number of our coalition forces should have reached more than 50,000... Although it sounds like a lot, if they are scattered in these jungles, they will be a little pitiful, not to mention those trolls, their number is definitely No less than us."

Arthas said affirmatively.

"But this in the woods...is both their advantage and their disadvantage, isn't it?"

Varian Wrynn thought for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"What do you mean?"

Muradin asked suspiciously.

The dwarf king of hills has never been good at strategy, and after he arrived, he spent most of his time drinking with Prince Danas and Mograine, and he did not discuss war with Arthas.

"You have also thought of... yes, I called everyone here today just to explain the tactics we will use next."

Arthas patted Varian Wrynn on the shoulder. He didn't expect Varian to have the same tactics as himself.

"I said little Alsace, you don't want to linger, tell me very happy, what on earth we dwarves need to do!"

Muradin said to Arthas anxiously.