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"Welcome, Ranger General, I'm glad you can come. I will take you to the military camp. If you need anything, you can tell me. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."
Arthas recovered after a slight distraction. He has never picked up girls, but he knows that the first impression is very important.
Alleria has a good impression of Arthas. Putting aside his status, he is also a handsome boy. In addition to his decent manners, the slight distraction after seeing her also made her feel proud of dressing up for the one who pleases her.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Arthas led the way and talked to Alleria, "Is it hard along the way?"
"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 is as famous as their arrogance, especially in their mages and nobles, who are no different from human nobles.
"Please be careful when fighting the orcs this time. Those green monsters will become more violent after drinking the blood of the devil. They will ignore certain pain and are good at exchanging injuries for lives. So don't show mercy if you can kill them with one blow. I like a saying very much, being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself."
Arthas said lightly, and didn't ask Alleria how many people came, because there was no mage, only a few hundred elven rangers. Rangers are masters of guerrilla warfare, but they are not very good at close combat in positional warfare.
"Thank you, Your Highness, have you ever fought against orcs?"
Alleria was a little curious. The prince in front of her was only fourteen years old. Are all humans so precocious?
"No, I heard the veterans talk about it. Most of them lost their arms and thighs. Their experience is a bloody lesson. Ranger General, we are here. This is your barracks. If you need anything, feel free to find me. I will definitely help if I can."
Arthas showed a sunny smile. He did not rely on others. Instead of relying on others, it is better to rely on himself.
Hearing this, Alleria was a little respectful. At least compared to the nobles in Silvermoon City, the prince in front of her was the most sober.
"Thank you, I will find you if I need you."
"Then I won't bother you. We will talk after you settle down."
Arthas smiled and made an invitation gesture and turned away. It was not the time to be in love. To poach someone, you must first have a certain strength. It is far from enough to have the identity of a prince. You must also have your own power. Terenas is still strong and vigorous. What is the most feared thing about being a king? The prince is too good. He is so good that people are afraid of him and then they turn against each other. Arthas made a plan from the beginning 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 Kalimdor continent to develop power. Perfectly avoided the king's hatred. Even if it was father and son, there were not a few who turned 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 one is the Eastern Kingdom continent where Arthas is located, the western one is Kalimdor, the northern one is Northrend, and the southern one is Pandaria. There are several large islands in the middle, including Kul Tiras, Zandalar Island, Broken Isles, etc.
There are many places to develop. In the end, Arthas 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, win over 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.
Such a fucked-up rule, if you want to break it, the difficulties you will face can be imagined. 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 it 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, which is very annoying.
Arthas hates these power struggles. Although it is said that fighting with others is endless fun, he has no time. The orc war, the scourge of the undead, the invasion of the Burning Legion, the war in Outland, the crisis of the ancient gods, the explosion of the Zerg in Ahn'Qiraj, the crisis of the trolls, etc. are all headaches.
He must concentrate 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!
Not long after, Arthas came to a place where dwarves live.
"Hi, Hanlon, is Muradin here?"
"Hey, Your Highness, Lord Muradin is drinking inside."
A heroic dwarf laughed and greeted, obviously familiar with Arthas.
Arthas skillfully pushed open the door of the tavern. He was looking for Muradin, the younger brother of the King of Ironforge of the Dwarf Kingdom, and also the dwarf warrior who taught him martial arts and fighting skills. When he came in, he saw a dwarf with a braided beard drinking beer. His muscles were exaggeratedly strong, almost like the thighs of adult men, and his strength was exaggerated.
"Muradin, I need your help, as my ally to fight against the orcs."
"Oh, of course, no problem, Arthas, those damn green bastards attacked Ironforge. But we drove them back. Humph, they are besieging Ironforge and sending troops north."
Muradin agreed without hesitation. As a teacher, as a friend, as a liaison ambassador between dwarves and humans, he was focused.
"Thank you, I do have a plan. Come, let's talk. It's very interesting."
Arthas thought of something. For dwarves, what can attract them? Wine and adventure!