My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Of course not, Tyrone? Gorefiend... If I were to run away, I wouldn't be back then, right?"

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan said with a sly smile.

"Whatever you say..."

Death knight Tyrone Gorefiend turned his head and left. He still needs to summon his subordinates-or the remnants-because the death knights suffered heavy losses in the recent attack from the human navy.

"I hope you fulfill your promise, Gul'dan...you brought the entire orc tribe to this point. If you still have a trace of conscience in your heart, you should take your responsibility."

The chief of the Dragonmaw clan, Zuherd, yelled at the evil orc warlock Gul'dan, and then left Gul'dan's room with the two brothers Reid and Mem.(To be continued.)

897 Sorry

"Gul'dan... Are we really going to trouble the great master for this matter?"

Death knight Tyrone Gorefiend, Chief Zuherd of the Dragonmaw clan, and the waste of the Blackfang clan Blackham. Not long after the two brothers left, the two-headed cannibal magician Chu'gall could not wait to walk from the corner of the room. He came out and asked the evil orc warlock Gul'dan loudly.

"Of course, if you don't use the power of the great master, these orcs will only die on this continent... That's a great loss to the great master's plan."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan certainly has no conscience, but he has the mission of Kil'jaeden, the deceiver, the leader of the Burning Legion. If these orc expeditions are completely wiped out by humans, then the Burning Legion wants to use the orcs to infiltrate the world. Nature will be shattered.

"But wouldn't the great master...punish us?"

Asked the head on the left of the two-headed cannibal magician Chu'gall—Of course, the distribution of intelligence between his two heads seems to be uneven. The head on the right has become more and more silly recently, except for drooling, just sleep again, evil orc Warlock Gul'dan hadn't heard these two heads quarreling together for a long time.

"Maybe, but that's something that can't be helped... Go to Grom first? Hellscream, maybe this time the determination of mankind is not as firm as we thought, let alone... Chu'gall, you have to understand that we are already It’s been a long time, this time Tyrone? Gorefiend’s death knight was broken in half, and we are completely incapable of opening the door of darkness on this land...or we return to the land opposite the endless sea. Go up, or ask the great master for help, there is no second choice."

The evil orc warlock Gul'dan said helplessly.

"Alright alright……"

The two-headed cannibal magician Gu'jal murmured in a low voice. Like the evil orc warlock Gul'dan, he was full of worries about his future.

...

Arthas also had similar concerns, but unlike the two-headed cannibal magician Chu'gall, he did not need to worry about his future-because it was not Alsace himself or a human being in danger, but It is a tauren who has never dealt with them.

After five days of voyage, Alsace’s fleet arrived at the position indicated by the tauren half-angle in advance. They landed on the canine-toothed coastline, dragging their tired bodies and wet shoes and socks. Desperately rushing west on the endless crimson land.

"hurry up!"

Even so, Tadren the Tauren? Half-horn is still a little dissatisfied. While running with his strong feet on the red soil, he urges the humans and dwarf warriors who can't keep up with him. .

"Is this guy an accomplice of the orcs? He tricked us into this continent, and plans to make us exhausted from running?"

Varian Wrynn rested against a rock out of breath, and said angrily.

"Don't say that, Varian... If Stormwind or Lordaeron is invaded by orcs, you and I will do the same."

Arthas said with a smile-he was very relaxed, after all, his physical fitness had already slowly moved closer to a dragon.

"Why did you stop? Continue on your way! Are you unable to run? I will help you, I can carry two people, who will come?"

Tadren the tauren? Seeing that the human soldiers stopped under Alsace's order, he hurried over and said loudly.

"Don't worry, Tadren Tadrun? Half-horn, it's no use worrying about it. We can't go all the way to Thunder Bluff. We must stop and rest. Otherwise, even if we arrive early, we won't be able to fight the orcs."

Arthas ordered the paladin Alexandros Mograine to command the soldiers to set up a simple camp to guard against the possible ambush of the beasts or the orcs, and he said to Tadrun the tauren.

"But, my people..."

Tadren Tadren sat on the ground half-horned, with two big feet facing forward, muttering—he was actually very tired, but because he was worried that Thunder Bluff would be captured by the orcs, he refused to show weakness. .

"You should have faith, Tadren the Tauren? Half-horn."

Looking at the depressed tauren half-horn, Arthas suddenly spoke.

"Of course! We tauren believe in Mother Earth, and she will give us the strength to protect my people from vicious centaur and...orcs."

Tadrun, the tauren, stared with half-horned eyes and said-he still couldn't master the word "orc" from the human mouth.

"Then... pray, Tadrun the Tauren? Half-horn, this is the only thing you can do now..."

Arthas shook his head, and then took a sleeping bag from the paladin Alexandros Mograine who came over, and laid it under his feet.

The humans and dwarf soldiers who went ashore with Alsace to support the Tauren's hometown of Thunder Bluff, totaled nearly 8,000, including Lordaeron Commodore Anne Bonn and Alliance Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. The navy turned back and cruised in the direction of the orc fortress. On the one hand, it monitored the orc army there for weird movements, and on the other hand, it could use the few ammunition left to harass the orcs and make them panic.

Although the alliance made as much preparation as possible for the expedition this time, it was because of the expedition. After all, the ship had to carry as much food and fresh water as possible on board. Therefore, although each navy ship was loaded with the necessary artillery, it did not carry it. Enough ammunition-otherwise, Arthas would have let the navy blow up the orc fortress, not just three consecutive bombardments.

Similarly, Alsace and the others carried insufficient supplies and even had no space for tents. Therefore, even Alsace could only sleep in a cloth bag in the open air.

"The ground here is good/hard! It's so pretty... or the bed in the palace is comfortable..."

The Red Dragon Queen naturally complained again.

"What's the matter... Don't you sleep on the bed in Northrend too? You don't sleep on cold hard slate..."

Arthas snorted coldly.

"How can it be the same... I still ate raw meat when I was in Northrend, but now I think it's more flavorful when it's cooked and sprinkled with salt... Oh, I'm hungry again... Vereesa, Do you have food there?"

The Red Dragon Queen was wrapped in a sleeping bag, wriggling like a bug, crawling to Vereesa's sleeping bag, and asked loudly.(To be continued.)

898 Thunder Bluff Reinforcement

"Yes, I have a bit of candy. Sister Alleria brought me..."

Vereesa Windrunner struggled to stretch his arms out of the sleeping bag, took out a handful of sugar cubes from the small bag beside his head, and delivered them to the mouth of the Red Dragon Queen.

"Hey, I said... Did you let others sleep?"

Sylvanas Windrunner was not far from Vereesa Windrunner, listening to the voice of the Red Dragon Queen made her a little irritable and complained loudly.

"All right, Sylvanas, don't fight with the Queen..."

Alleria Windrunner smiled and comforted her sister.

Because the Three Windrunner Sisters, Jaina, Frostmourne, and the Red Dragon Queen are all female relatives, the resting place of Arthas and others is far from the other soldiers.

Listening to the quarrel between Sylvanas and others, Arthas couldn't help but smiled bitterly, then lowered his head, looking helplessly at the Frostmourne lying on his chest.

"Master, can't you sleep? Did that big stupid dragon wake you up? Do you need Xiaoshuang to teach her a lesson?"

Frostmourne blinked and approached Arthas and said, the cold breath accompanied by a nice voice lingered in Arthas' ears, making his earlobe feel itchy.

Of course Frostmourne has a sleeping bag assigned to her—though she never needs to sleep; but Little Demon Sword mischievously got into Arthas’ sleeping bag, lay on his chest, and blew into his face. .

Although Arthas did not wear armor, the sleeping bag was still a bit difficult to bear the size of him and Frostmourne. The little magic sword had to be tightly attached to the owner's body, with a bulging/rising/rising chest/parts. It made Arthas a little uncomfortable-because a certain part of his body also became bulging/swelling/swelling up.