"Your Highness, Your Majesty is looking for you."
While Arthas was practicing his sword skills on the training ground, a royal attendant found him. Arthas put down the training sword, wiped the sweat from his face with a coarse cloth, and replied, "I know, I'll go right away."
After washing his face with water, Alsace walked towards the study room where his father worked. Knocking on the door, his father's strong bass came from inside.
"Please come in."
"Good day, father." Alsace said hello to his father, and then noticed a strange man with brown hair sitting on the sofa nearby, "Who is this?"
"Allow me to introduce you. This is the envoy of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Duke Bolvar Fordragon."
"Nice to meet you, His Highness Alsace." Bolvar smiled and shook hands with Alsace.
Arthas did not expect that it would be the Grand Duke of Stormwind City who would personally come as a diplomatic envoy. "Me too, Your Excellency the Duke."
"Bovar brought greetings from Varian. He congratulated you on becoming a paladin of the Silver Hand and on your beautiful victory in the Troll War." Tenaris looked at his son with kind eyes. , "I have almost finished talking with Duke Bolvar. He said there is something else he wants to tell you."
"Yes, the reason is this: His Majesty Wrynn's son was born, and he invited you to Stormwind City to attend the birth banquet of the little prince." Bolvar took out an invitation and handed it to Arthas, "At the same time, Wrynn His Majesty Ryan also wants to meet you."
"I am very happy with this invitation, but..." Arthas looked at his father.
Tenaris understood it and said with a smile: "You just go and participate. I will give you a long vacation recently. You will come back after the Winter Veil Festival this year."
"Thank you for your generosity, my dear father," Alsace said to Bolvar after thanking him, "then how soon should we set off?"
"The mage tower in Stormwind City is ready. As long as we connect with Lordaeron, we can set off anytime and anywhere."
"I understand, then give me a day. I have to prepare some gifts for my little nephew."
"As you wish, Your Highness."
After leaving his father's place, Alsace came to his residence on the side of the palace and his study. As soon as he sat down on the chair, he saw a piece of letter paper placed on his table.
Alsace picked up the letter, opened it, and began to read the contents.
"Your Highness, our people have successfully landed in Northrend and started to set up camp. As you said, we camped on the southern shore of the tundra and started sending people to investigate the situation of the 'Spiders'."
There were only a few short sentences in the letter. After Arthas determined the situation of the [Privy Council] in Northrend, he no longer cared too much about the situation in the far north: he only sent a small team of people, and all the people were there. They are elite stalkers, and each one is an excellent scout.
What they have to do is to report the situation in Northrend to him on time. He has no plans to take action against the North just yet. Otherwise, if he wants to get what he wants, he may have to lead people to the top of Icecrown Glacier.
That would be too much trouble and too costly. But Alsace still has the patience to spend several years catching this big fish.
As for now, he had to pick out gifts for his friend and his son.
Early the next morning, Arthas and Bolvar had appeared on the high tower in the mage district of Stormwind City. Arthas looked at Bolvar's somewhat ugly face, put his hand on his shoulder and slowly released him. A small ray of holy light.
"Thank you, I feel much better." Bolvar's blue face improved slightly, "I really can't stand the dizziness when teleporting."
"You'll get used to it after a few more experiences," Arthas said. He didn't expect that the Grand Duke, who would later become famous, would teleport out of his mind.
"I don't think I'll use it even once if it's not necessary." Bolvar, with a wry smile, led Arthas out of the mage tower. He would rather spend time taking a boat north to Lordaeron than use this method again. The teleportation array was just connected.
"Let's go to Stormwind Fortress first. I think His Majesty is already waiting for us there."
The ancestor of the royal family of the Kingdom of Stormwind was a lord under Emperor Thoradin. He took some of his subordinates and subjects who were loyal to him and left the north to explore the southern part of the continent, hoping to discover a new place to thrive.
After many obstacles and hardships, after climbing over countless mountains and passing through countless wild lands, they finally found a large livable forest at the southern end of the continent, where the first residents of the Kingdom of Storm were captured by them. They settled in the forest called "Elwyn" and built their capital, Stormwind City.
But they also encountered problems in the process. The south of the forest is a large primitive land like a tropical rain forest, where a large number of trolls frequently appear and even threaten human territory.
Therefore, the first king of Stormwind City, who was born in the military, built his capital into a fortress city, and the Stormwind Fortress built on the mountain was actually his palace.
Unfortunately, during the First Orc War, Stormwind City fell. No matter how strong the fortress was, it could not withstand the terrifying red tide of the orcs. This was also a sign of the end of the First War recorded by historians.
The crazy orcs burned down this prosperous capital and turned it into ruins in retaliation for the heavy price paid by humans for their desperate resistance.
Now that Stormwind City has been rebuilt, it is even larger than the old Stormwind City. It is like a pearl of human civilization at the southern end of the continent.
Prince Varian Wrynn, who followed Grand Marshal Anduin Lothar to flee to the north, became Arthas's best friend when he was young. Time passed by, and they used to fight with wooden swords on the training grounds of the Palace of Lordaeron. The two teenagers have changed their identities.
Arthas became a paladin of the Silver Hand, a hero against the trolls; while Varian returned to Stormwind City, put on a heavy crown, and was crowned the new King of Stormwind City.
Varian, who is a few years older than Arthas, is now married and has a son. In order to commemorate Anduin Lothar, who retained the last hope of Stormwind City and led humans to defeat the orcs, he specially named his son the same name as the marshal. name.
——Anduin Wrynn
Walking on the streets of the rebuilt Stormwind City, Arthas always felt that there was a hint of decline hidden under the prosperous surface. He shook his head: This should not be the performance of a new city. Although Stormwind City was rebuilt, it was hidden. The cancer is also resurrecting in the ashes.
It is not difficult to see that although the city is new, the streets are new, and the houses are also new, among the people passing by, Alsace found that most people's expressions were not so happy. They seemed to live in a state of worry all day long. In anxiety.
"The situation in Stormwind City is not optimistic either." Arthas thought to himself that the situation in Stormwind City was much worse than that of Lordaeron.
Before reaching the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress, a luxurious carriage marched side by side with their team. The silk curtains were lifted up by a white and slender hand. The beautiful female noble smiled at Bolvar.
"My dear Grand Duke, I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence."
"Good day, Count Presto," Bolvar's face, which had been held tight by the teleportation just now, suddenly burst into a smile.
"Oh! I told you, don't be so outspoken, just call me Katrana," the Countess' charming voice with a hint of laziness could make the hearts of ordinary men melt.
It is a pity that although our Grand Duke is powerful, he does not jump out of the category of ordinary men. He obviously likes Countess Katlana Presto very much.
Alsace shook his head invisibly, but this cannot be entirely blamed on Bolvar - his wife left him not long after giving birth to a daughter for him (referring to passing away), and the grieving Bolvar had to He sent his biological daughter to the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, far away from the mainland, so that she would not be affected by the orc war.
After losing a complete family, it is normal for Bolvar to miss those happy days. The countess obviously understood what Bolvar needed and easily grasped Bolvar's weakness.
If the countess was really an ordinary human lady, Alsace felt that this would not be a big deal at all, but the problem was that she was really not a human being.
I don't know how Bolvar's daughter Taelia would feel if she knew that her father once wanted to find a dragon stepmother for her.
That's right, under Alsace's soul vision, the Countess's body is not a weak human soul, but a powerful dragon soul! This Countess of Presto is none other than Onyxia, the daughter of Neltharion, the dragon king of the Black Dragon Legion and the former guardian of the earth.
She came to Stormwind City firstly to complete the task assigned to her by her crazy father and destroy the human alliance, and secondly to satisfy her own unique evil taste.
The Black Dragon Princess was obviously very interested in seducing a powerful paladin. In addition, Bolvar himself longed for this kind of tenderness. She didn't even use any seduction magic. Just words and actions, she firmly grasped the big knight. Duke's heart.
Therefore, no matter who comes to see it, they will only think that Bolvar is a man who is full of desire for love and tenderness, and will not doubt "Katlana".
"With brilliant methods, he can control the human nobles at his fingertips." This is what Arthas said about Onyxia.
In fact, Alsace is also very interested in her - not for her beautiful appearance, but for her essence as a black dragon. This is a serious dragon and a descendant of the Dragon King!
Regardless of her own inherited knowledge, the dragon blood, scales, and tendons in her body are good things that can be encountered but cannot be sought! What a great tool dragon!
Onyxia naturally felt Arthas' scorching gaze, which made her want to laugh for a moment. This she remembered seemed to be the prince of Lordaeron? I didn’t expect that he couldn’t ignore his own charm, hehe, man!
