The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Six ogres emerged from the woods. The one who spoke just now was their leader, a blue two-headed ogre magician holding a big club.

Arthas, a ruthless man of few words, gathered the energy of holy light and smashed it at the ogre with a hammer.

He punched the two-headed ogre mage in the stomach with force, and the ogre wailed in pain.

He wrapped his hands with holy light energy and attacked the two ogres nearby.

Amid the stunned expressions of the two ogres, he was knocked away.

Jaina shot two icy arrows through their heads, killing them without them even making a sound. The river washed over their bodies mercilessly.

Arthas pulled the power of Menethil out of the two-headed ogre mage's stomach, swung it hard, turned his body, and smashed the remaining three ogres away.

Marwyn, along with the newly rescued Falric and the soldiers, beheaded the ogre who was lying on the ground and had not yet gotten up.

"Farric, this kind of thing must not happen again next time. How could you do such a thing and be ambushed? Where is your good military qualities?"

Arthas pressed Falric's shoulder and spoke earnestly.

Falric's mind suddenly woke up and he realized that Prince Arthas had misunderstood.

"Your Highness, I didn't do anything like that. I just went to the river to relieve myself! You misunderstood me."

Falric looked at Marwyn fiercely, as he was the only one who had gone to the creek with him just now.

He must have said bad things about himself in front of the prince, causing others to misunderstand him.

Marvian patted her head embarrassedly, knowing that she had done something wrong!

I'll treat Farak to a meal when I have time after this is over. After all, it was my fault.

After a while, Arthas and Jaina returned to the camp, destroyed the invading orc vanguard, and came to a group of dwarves.

The dwarves were all drinking and burping one after another.

He said to Arthas: "Hello! Human, will you join us in the hunt?"

"I know you are going to hunt the nearby black dragon. After you kill the black dragon, can you help me eliminate the orcs here?"

"Of course, we all know that only dead greenskins are good greenskins. We have no choice but to do so, my friend."

"Brothers, let's come back and hold a banquet after we have eliminated the black dragon and the orcs. It's time to prepare for the dragon hunt."

"I believe that if we dwarves and humans work together, the black dragon will be nothing more than a lamb waiting to die."

When the dwarves heard that they could still fight orcs after the hunt was over, they all spoke enthusiastically.

"Arthas, we don't need to kill all the orcs, right? Isn't it enough to lock them up in an orc internment camp?"

After the dwarves left, Jaina whispered in Arthas' ear.

Arthas held Jaina's little hand and spoke to her seriously.

"Jaina, do you know why I want to destroy these orcs?"

"The orcs in the orc camps are fed by our people. They eat the flesh and blood of our people."

"Uther and I came here to deal with the orcs because of the riots in the orc internment camps in various places. They have seriously endangered the safety of our citizens."

"The orcs often say Lok'Tar Ogar, which means victory or death."

"They will never surrender in their bones, and will only continue to resist for what they call glory."

"I know you are kind and sympathetic to the orcs. However, you must remember that the orcs are our eternal enemies."

"Since the opening of the Dark Portal, the orcs have brought us great pain. Innocent people have been ruthlessly slaughtered by them, and countless soldiers have died on the battlefield."

"Your elder brother, Derek Proudmoore, also died because of orcs, and our friend Varian's relatives also died because of orcs."

"Even if we have to join forces with them because of something, it is only temporary. The hatred between us was born when they invaded Azeroth."

"If, for the sake of peace, you want to let go of your hatred for the orcs, neither I, your father, nor the countless human compatriots who died at their hands will forgive you."

"I...I understand, Arthas. I will change my mind."

After hearing this, Jaina's eyes turned red and she choked up.

Arthas hugged Jaina, patted her and comforted her softly: "I'm sorry, Jaina, I went a little too far. Let's prepare to hunt the dragon first."

When Arthas led Jaina out the door, the dwarves and guards were ready.

"My brave human friends, Your Highness Arthas and Your Highness Jaina, the black dragon we are going to hunt is named Hillynox."

"After we destroy him, the dragon's blood can be used to enchant our weapons with the power of fire."

"I believe we can make good use of this enchantment and let the orcs taste the power of fire."

"Of course, we will be unstoppable."

After saying this, Arthas led his warriors into the territory of Hillelinox, eliminated the black dragon guards along the way, and finally met the black dragon Hillelinox.

"How dare you challenge me? You mortals are getting more reckless than the last generation!"

The black dragon Hillelinox looked down upon these mortals. Those mortals who had plotted against him had already died under his dragon breath.

The fate of these invading mortals will be the same as that of their ancestors, who will breathe a breath of dragon at the enemies before them.

Arthas used the holy light in his body and waved his hand to form a holy light barrier to block Hillinox's attack.

The dwarves took up their muskets and aimed at the black dragon, shooting.

Falric, Marwyn and other soldiers of Lordaeron raised their bows and arrows, and in an instant, hundreds of arrows were fired, causing the black dragon Hillelinox to roar in anger.

Arthas and Jaina seized the opportunity and gathered their energy to defeat the black dragon Hillelinox.

The black dragon that landed was no better than a chicken. Arthas swung the power of Menethil and smashed the black dragon's head.

After a while, with the efforts of everyone, the black dragon Hilllinox closed his eyes in despair.

He was actually defeated by these fragile mortals. While cursing the mortals in front of him, Hillinox ended his short life.

The death of the black dragon was partly due to the fact that Xirenos was not a dragon of sufficient size, was not strong enough, and was too arrogant.

However, his dragon blood, dragon heart, dragon skin, etc. are already very rare weapon materials for humans.

With the help of the dwarf craftsman Filano Steeltoe, everyone's weapons were enchanted to grant them fire attacks.

Among them, Filano was surprised by Arthas's weapon, the Might of Menethil. Why does it feel like I have enchanted this hammer? This enchantment should be my own technique, but I just saw it for the first time!

Seeing that Filano was in a state of doubt about his life, Arthas poured him a glass of wine, changed the subject, and finally made his Hammer of the Power of Menethil gain stronger fire power.

After a while, Arthas and his companions came to a forest.

Arthas decided to kill the orc swordmaster from behind before he could sacrifice the people of Steinbrad.

After all, I arrived too late and spent too much time in the camp deciding how to eliminate these orcs. This is a regret of mine.