My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Undressing for her little sister, tucked the quilt, Sylvanas sat beside Vereesa, squeezed her cute face, smiled first, and then couldn't help sighing.

This stupid little girl is calling the human prince's name in her dreams... It seems that asking that guy to talk about Vereesa can no longer be delayed!

——Sylvanas said to herself in her heart.

Arthas didn't even know that he had been spotted by Sylvanas at this time. With the crowd, he stepped into the front of the camp, the battlefield where the battle had just ended.

Although very tired after going through a battle, the royal guards of Lordaeron were quickly involved in cleaning up the battlefield.

Although the number is small, the royal guards of Lordaeron and other coalition forces will have their companions to sacrifice.

The corpses of these humans and dwarves were picked out, they would be cremated in the center of the camp, and their ashes would be taken back to their hometowns by their comrades.

The bodies of the trolls were also gathered together, and they would also be incinerated.But this has nothing to do with his hometown, but Arthas was worried that the troll witch doctors would use the corpses of the troll warriors to cast a vicious curse, so he ordered the burning of all the corpses of the trolls.

The wounded of humans and dwarves were gathered together, and the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand were treating these fellow citizens.

"The Paladin... The contribution in the war is really great."

Muradin? Copperbeard couldn't help sighing.

"Don't you dwarves?"

Prince Danas asked.

"No... we have some priests, but they are not paladins."

Muradin? Bronzebeard replied.

There are indeed some dwarves who believe in the holy light like humans, so there are a small number of priests among the dwarves, but the number is too small.

"Dwarves are born to be excellent warriors. As long as they can get along with the Holy Light, it is not difficult to become a Paladin... Why not, when the war here is over, Muradin, ask King Magni to choose a group of dwarves to send to Austria. Go to Tranc Valley and let them join the Knights of the Silver Hand."

Arthas said after listening to the conversation between Muradin? Bronzebeard and Prince Danas.

"Well, this is a good idea..."

Muradin? Bronzebeard touched his beard and said affirmatively.

This was certainly not Arthas's idea. In the original time stream, there were dwarven paladins in the Knights of the Silver Hand, but the number was not large.

But as Arthas said, it is easy for a dwarf who can be intimacy with the light to become a paladin; unlike a human priest, to become a paladin, you must first ensure that your body is not too weak.

"Well, you can find me in Alterac Valley anytime."

Uther listened to Alsace's words, thought about it very seriously, then nodded and promised.

For the church, it is undoubtedly an important move to be able to pass the doctrine of the Holy Light to the dwarves.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Arthas, this time the casualties...A total of 133 deaths and 35 minor injuries."

Paul was listening to the return of a Lordaeron royal guard for this battle, and when he saw Arthas and others approaching, he hurriedly came over and said.

"The casualties are so great... the bodies of those brothers who have sacrificed should be cremated first. Take their ashes and wait until we take down the last city of the troll, and put it on the highest altar there. I feel relieved."

Arthas's face darkened, and then he ordered.

In the battle of tens of thousands of people against thousands of people, this number of casualties is naturally very small; but compared to the daytime, it is undoubtedly a heavy loss.

"I guess after this time, the trolls should not send people to attack at night. We should be able to sleep peacefully tomorrow."

Varian Wrynn walked over with a spear and said to Arthas.

The spear was borrowed from a guard, but he has not found the original owner yet.

"That's what you say, but you can't take it lightly. Of course it should be safe tonight. Everyone should go back to bed. If tomorrow morning...you can get up a little bit later. Let's go later. Don't make the soldiers too tired."

Arthas wanted to pat Varian Wrynn’s shoulder, but it wasn’t enough. When he realized that this guy’s body was like being washed by the blood of a troll, he gave up allowing himself to get and his palms were stained The idea of ​​a hazel blood clot.

"Sleep to sleep, I guess the leader of the troll must be yelling now... If I were him, I really don't know how to fight in the future."

Muradin? Bronzebeard shook his head and walked towards the camp of the dwarves, and said loudly.

Yeah, how can the trolls come back?

——Arthas looked up at the fading ball of Frostmourne thrown into the sky, thoughtfully.(To be continued.)

678 Shrink

On the largest altar in the city of Zuaman, Zujin frowned tightly and sat on his throne, watching the quarrel of a large group of warlords in front of him.

When the news of Draka’s defeat came, Zujin was not too surprised. Even if he had a supreme superiority to his race, he did not think that three thousand trolls could defeat tens of thousands of humans with the help of dragons. army.

But it is clear that Draka's death caused great panic to these warlords under Zujin's rule, and many warlords hesitated about the party who won the war.

"We should kill out, find those humans, and let them know who is the owner of this forest!"

A war lord shouted.

"Yes!"

"That's it!"

"The troll is the master of the world!"

...

Most warlords supported this view, and they shouted and responded.

"What then? In the dragon's breath, is it gone? I think we should abandon those peripheral territories, gather our strength, and then fight against humanity."

A war lord had different opinions.

"Could it be that we gather together so that the flames of the dragon can't burn us? Our city will turn to scorched earth!"

The opposing opinions were raised immediately.

"Zu Aman is our last base. There is a shrine that stretches for thousands of years. The power of the gods has been strengthened the most here. We cannot be defeated by humans here."

The war lord replied confidently.

"Right……"

"In any case, Zuaman is safe..."

...

The troll warlords who originally advocated actively seeking a decisive battle hesitated, even if they were trolls, they did not want to die in vain.