Hokage of Azeroth

the next morning.

The assembled troops were ready to go, including hundreds of Holy Knights of the Silver Hand, and of course some ordinary members - mainly responsible for doing some chores, almost equivalent to the knights' servant army.

The commander of the troops is Grian Stroman, an old knight who looks to be about 50 years old, with gray hair but good spirits.

This one can be considered as old and strong as ever.

Rowe probably remembers that in the future Stallman will also be awarded the title of marshal.

"Let's go!" Stallman gave the order, and everyone immediately set off and headed north.

To keep a low profile, Luo Wei changed his outfit into gray-brown linen clothes, which made him look like a young farmer who had just finished his farm work.

Naturally, such eye-catching weapons as the decapitating sword had been put away long ago, replaced by two ordinary to a bit shabby steel swords hanging on the waist.

Now Luo Wei looks like an ordinary temporary worker, doing some odd jobs for the noble Silver Hand knights to earn a meager salary.

On the road.

He followed Jordan, moving forward silently while listening to Jordan's conversation with the knight next to him.

The person who was talking to Jordan was a dwarf paladin. He was swaying his beard, carrying a sledgehammer, and his voice was as thick as a rock.

Just now, Rowe learned the name of this dwarf paladin.

Boshi Virigan.

It sounded familiar, but Luo Wei couldn't remember what kind of deeds this person had.

"Virigan, do you know what happened to the orcs? Why did they suddenly become chaotic?" Jordan asked.

Bosch Willigan said: "Not because of what happened in Durnholde, an orc slave named Thrall successfully escaped from the concentration camp, triggering other orcs to follow suit, and orcs escaped from concentration camps in various places."

"Later, the orc named Thrall organized an orc army to rescue the orc slaves, and Durnholde Castle was destroyed by his army. Have you not seen that the once prosperous Durnholde has now completely Reduced to ruins!”

"As more and more orcs escape, some orcs who are hiding secretly also become active, trying to rebuild their clans..."

"I heard that the orc army led by Thrall was a little different. They only rescued slaves and never burned, killed, and looted. Why did they want to raze Durnholde to the ground?" Some people around were also talking.

Virigan said: "I don't know about this. It is said that Blackmoore provoked him, and it seemed that he... killed a woman?"

"Orc woman?"

"No, human."

"Then why does that anger Thrall?"

"Who knows." Virigan shrugged.

Someone sighed: "Oh, it seems that there will be another orc war..."

"That's not the case. No matter what, the orcs are not as good as before. Even if they concentrate all their power, they can no longer pose a threat to any kingdom. The real threat is still the undead in the north."

"If the rumors are true, it would be really terrible..."

"Hey, Virigan, look at that!" a paladin said suddenly.

Virigan turned his head in response, and immediately saw a dozen dwarves holding muskets walking towards this direction, and the two sides met soon after.

"My brothers, where are you going?" Virigan asked.

"We are dragon hunters!" the dwarf musketeers said proudly, "We are looking for a half-adult black dragon named 'Sirenos'. To be honest, that guy is a bit difficult to deal with. Do you want to follow us? Together?"

Virigan: "Unfortunately, we still have important work to do. Next time."

"Ok."

"Good luck, dragon stalkers."

The two teams said goodbye, a brief interlude that didn't attract much attention.

Luo Wei fell into memories.

Could it be that the half-adult black dragon "Sirenos" that these dwarves were looking for was the one Alsace killed?

In the game, Arthas once worked with a group of dwarf musketeers to kill a black dragon, and then used the flame power in the black dragon's heart to create a ball of fire.

Wait...fire?

Luo Wei's eyes flashed.

The power of fire in the heart of the black dragon must also be able to meet the requirements of the Fire Fruit.

However, the dragon's combat power is too powerful. Even a half-adult dragon is not something Luo Wei can deal with.

Moreover, this group of dragon hunters have not found Xirenos yet.

After some thought, Luo Wei finally decided not to take the risk, but continued north with the team.

A few days later, they encountered Alsatian troops.

On the outskirts of Steinblade, Grian Stroman dismounted and walked not far ahead - Prince Arthas and his soldiers were resting here.

Of course Arthas also noticed Stallman's troops and immediately came up to meet them.

"Your Highness the Prince." Stallman half-knelt and saluted, "Grian Stallman reports to you."

"Please get up." Alsace's blond hair looked particularly bright against the sunlight. He had an approachable smile and seemed to have no airs over him.

Stallman stood up and then asked: "Your Highness, how is the situation now?"

Arthas said: "There is a group of Blackstone Orcs causing chaos nearby. A few days ago, Uther took his knights to go first to find the Blackstone Orcs' camp, and I took my soldiers to Stann. Go forward Brad—almost there.”

Stallman: "Hopefully Stannblad didn't get attacked by the orks."

"Yes." Arthas looked at the troops behind Stallman, "We are planning to continue setting off. If you are not very tired, let's go on the road together."

"Of course, Your Highness."

The two troops immediately set off together towards the nearby town of Steinblad.

Rowe was in the team, looking at Arthas Menethil from a distance.

This was the second time he met Prince Alsace.

Just like last time, this young and promising prince looked gentle, courteous and thrifty, exuding a calm aristocratic temperament from the inside out, making it impossible for anyone to find fault with him.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, he is really a born paladin." A soldier said.

"Yes, as a citizen of Lordaeron, how lucky we are to have such a crown prince!"

"Alas, it would be great if the Kingdom of Stormwind could also have such a wise king and crown prince..."

Rowe heard the soldiers' discussion.

These are not flattering words - at least not entirely, but more genuine compliments.

In the minds of almost everyone, Arthas was a perfect heir to the throne.

Even the most insightful wise man would never have imagined that Alsace would become a fatherly person in the future.