"Welcome, Ranger General, I'm glad you're here. I'll take you to the barracks. If you need anything, just tell me. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality." Arthas was only slightly distracted and then he recovered. He had never picked up girls before, but he knew that the first impression was important.
Alleria had a good impression of Arthas. Putting aside his status, he was also a handsome boy. In addition, his decent manners and the slight distraction after seeing her also made her feel proud of dressing up for the man she loves.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Arthas led the way and said to Alleria, "It must have been a hard journey, right?"
"I'm used to it. This distance is nothing."
Alleria shook her head. Her walking posture was very serious, but people couldn't help but focus on her twisting buttocks. The beauty of the elves was as famous as their arrogance, especially their mages and nobles, who were no different from human nobles.
"Please be extra careful when fighting the orcs this time.
Those green-skinned monsters have drunk the blood of demons, which has made them more violent.
They ignore certain amounts of pain and are good at exchanging injuries for their lives.
So show no mercy if you can kill them with one blow.
I like a saying: to be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.
" Arthas said lightly, and did not ask Alleria how many people came, because there was not a single mage, only a few hundred elven rangers.
Rangers are masters of guerrilla warfare, but not very good at close combat in positional warfare.
"Thank you. Your Highness, have you ever fought against orcs?" Aurelia was a little curious. The prince in front of her was only fourteen years old. Are all humans so precocious?
"No, I heard from the veterans. Most of them lost arms and thighs, and their experience is a bloody lesson. General Ranger, we are here, this is your barracks. If you need anything, feel free to come to me, and I will help if I can." Arthas showed a sunny smile, he did not count on others, instead of relying on others, it is better to rely on himself.
Upon hearing this, Alleria was filled with awe. At least compared to the nobles in Silvermoon City, the prince in front of her was the most sober.
"Thank you, I'll find you if I need you."
"Then I won't bother you. We'll talk after you've settled down." Arthas smiled and made an invitation before turning away. This was not the right time to be in love. To poach someone, one must first have a certain level of strength. It was not enough to have the status of a prince, one must also have one's own power.
Terenas is still strong and healthy.
What is the most feared thing for a king? The prince is too good.
The excellence is so good that people are afraid of it and then turn against each other.
Arthas made a plan from the beginning, which was to make a lot of money in the war, earn enough merits, get a fiefdom, and then take the orc captives across the Endless Sea to the continent of Kalimdor to develop power.
Perfectly avoid the king's hatred.
Even if it is father and son, there are not a few who turn against each other because of power.
Try to avoid it if you can.
The world of Azeroth consists of four continents and many islands, the Eastern Kingdoms where Arthas is located in the east, Kalimdor in the west, Northrend in the north, and Pandaria in the south. There are several large islands in between, such as Kul Tiras, Zandalar Island, Broken Isles, etc.
There are many places to develop, and Arthas finally set his sights on the Kalimdor continent, which is more suitable for him and has more opportunities. Now, he just wants to take the opportunity to show his ability, attract enough talents to form a force, and then set sail. Crossing the ocean is not a big problem with the help of his aunt Lady Ashvane.
I have to say that Arthas planned very well and thought very carefully.
As a prince, it is reasonable to develop in Lordaeron.
Putting aside the issue of the transition of power struggle between father and son, there are still a large number of noble lords.
Like the lords in the Middle Ages, the lords only need to pay a small part of the food and money to the king.
The rest is basically self-produced and self-sold.
They can also have their own army and tax collection rights.
Even the king cannot interfere with the affairs of the territory.
As long as there is no rebellion, even if he blows up the territory, he can't do anything.
If you want to break such a fucking rule, you can imagine the difficulties you will face.
Civil officials, military generals and other talents are all cultivated by the nobles.
How could they agree to dig up their roots? Only crazy people will agree, unless there is a war, an inevitable war.
Otherwise, if the nobles run away, they will have to cry poor to the king for relief when they fight back in the future, which is very annoying.
Arthas hates these power struggles.
Although fighting with others is fun, he doesn't have time.
The Orc War, the Scourge, the Burning Legion, the Outland War, the Old God Crisis, the Zerg Explosion in Ahn'Qiraj, the Troll Crisis, etc.
are all headaches.
He must focus on development.
He never thought about saving the world.
He just wanted to survive and get enough beauties to enjoy.
Some women are not easy to deal with.
You need power and strength to do it.
This is why he still has to struggle.
He really wants the bodies of beautiful women!
Soon, Arthas came to a place where dwarves lived.
"Hey, Hanlon, is Muradin there?"
"Hey, Your Highness, Lord Muradin is drinking in there." A heroic dwarf greeted with a loud laugh, and he was obviously very familiar with Arthas.
Arthas pushed open the door of the tavern skillfully. He was looking for Muradin, the younger brother of the King of Ironforge of the Dwarf Kingdom, and the dwarf warrior who taught him martial arts. When he came in, he saw a dwarf with a braided beard drinking beer. His muscles were so strong that they were almost as strong as the thighs of an adult man, and his strength was incredible.
"Muradin, I need your help to fight the orcs together as my ally."
"Oh, of course, Arthas, those damned greenskin bastards attacked Ironforge.
But we drove them back. Hum, they are besieging Ironforge and sending their troops northward." Muradin agreed without hesitation. As a teacher, a friend, and an ambassador of communication between dwarves and humans, he was focused.
"Thank you. I do have a plan. Come, let's talk about it. It's very interesting." Arthas thought of something. What could attract the dwarves? Wine and adventure!