My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"This one……"

Arthas smiled bitterly and looked at Varian—this is not the time to drink!

"I'm afraid you don't have this chance, Varian. The last bit of wine left in our camp was drunk by Muradin and I yesterday."

Prince Danas said with a smile.

"What? Isn't there a town near here? Why not buy some?"

Varian Wrynn asked suspiciously.

"Little Alsace said no. Starting from tomorrow, everyone will face the next war seriously. Drinking...Of course it is not allowed."

Muradin? Bronze whiskers smoked his red rosacea, and said unwillingly.

"There are such rules..."

Varian Wrynn sighed with emotion.

"No way, Alsace has the final say now."

Prince Danath was making fun of him and patted Varian Wrynn on the shoulder.

"This is also to prevent mistakes."

Alsace explained simply.

During the war, if it were not for special circumstances, Alsace did not want to see alcohol in the barracks.

Although the soldiers gathered here are the absolute elites of the various kingdoms of mankind, there is no guarantee that they will not be greedy.

The prohibition of alcohol in the army was originally the habit of Alsace's rule of the army in the time flow, which was also influenced by Uther's strict habits; and the prohibition of alcohol must naturally start from the upper level.

"Well, then, save the opportunity to get Alsace drunk until the time of triumph. At that time, we would never ban bars?"

Varian Wrynn shook his head regretfully, and then turned his gaze to the royal guards of Lordaeron who followed Paul in.

Sure enough, these Lordaeron royal guards who temporarily served as attendants, although they brought a wealth of food, did not have wine, they just handed over a few water sacs.

"Huh! The master will not be drunk by you!"

Frostmourne sat beside Arthas and said angrily.

Little Demon Sword knew what would become of a drunk man, so she wouldn't let her master be so embarrassed!

"Your food is good! In comparison, what we eat at sea these days is simply... inferior to pigs and dogs!"

Varian Wrynn looked at the plentiful food in front of him, and said eagerly.

"Fortunately, the last thing Alsace and his family lack is money."

Muradin? Bronzebeard had already picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, and said something very hillbilly.

"It's not a question of money... Everyone is risking their lives on the battlefield. What if you don't eat something good."

Arthas smiled and said.

This is also the military philosophy that Uther taught Alsace—even though Uther now knows nothing about it.

If you want your soldiers to live and die for you, you can't simply say something nice, but take actual actions.

Although the powerful combat effectiveness of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron is the result of loyalty and selection, high salary and excellent treatment are the basic conditions for all this.

"That's true, Teacher Lothar always said the same."

Varian Wrynn stuffed the pie in his mouth in a very mannerless manner, and nodded in response.

But no one would laugh at Varian Wrynn's eating, because the Red Dragon Queen... is even worse than the king of Stormwind.

This greedy and domineering Red Dragon Queen has already collected almost half of the food on the entire discussion table in front of her and occupied it.

However, everyone didn't have any opinion about her actions; one is used to it, and the other is... the next battle will depend on the queen of the red dragon after all.

"Oh, by the way, little Alsace, I have forgotten one more thing. When the things here are over, can you come to Ironforge?"

Muradin? Bronzebeard suddenly spoke to Arthas.

"To Ironforge? Yes, yes... But what's the matter? Is it the Dark Iron Dwarf?"

Arthas wondered why Muradin was only telling himself about this now, but he still agreed and asked, guessing.(To be continued.)

658 I want to sleep with you wow!

"Black Iron Dwarves? No, no...that group of guys, we and the Wildhammer clan will solve it by ourselves, mainly because there is one thing...I need the Queen to help us deal with it."

Muradin? Bronzebeard answered quickly.

"what?"

Alsace was really curious.

The trolls were the ally of the orcs in the last war, and the Dark Iron dwarves, because of the contradictions between the Bronzebeard Dwarves and the Wildhammer Dwarves, stood against the alliance in the last war.

In this battle between humans and trolls, the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle’s Nest did not hesitate to send troops to help humans, whether public or private, in their dispute with the Dark Iron Dwarves, Arthas Will not choose to stay out of the matter.

So Arthas just thought Muradin? Bronzebeard wanted to talk about the Dark Iron Dwarf, but he didn't expect that he just wanted the help of the Red Dragon Queen.

"The last time in the orc camp, my brother picked up a very strange thing and gave it to Mograine and the others... Six years later, we still have nothing to do with the things, so we want to get the Queen’s help."

Muradin Bronzebeard explained.

"Oh, it's that thing... that's really a difficult thing."

Mograine put down his water bag and nodded, indicating that he already understood what Muradin? Bronzebeard was saying.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Even though Arthas had calmed down a lot after crossing the time stream, he was now tickled by Muradin and Mograine.

"It's actually a gem or something. Or crystal or something... In short, when we first discovered it, it was completely jet black, as if it had a powerful shadow."

Muradin? Bronzebeard said.

"Is there such a thing? Why don't I know? Where is that thing now? Doesn't it threaten people who touch it?"

A puzzled expression appeared on Arthas's face, and then asked concerned.

"That thing looks strange, but it is not dangerous. Although it has a strong shadow power, it does not seem to actively attack other people... Tirion believed that the essence of this thing is good, but it is The power of shadow is polluted."