"Prince Arthas of Lordaeron?"
Sylvanas felt somewhat unfamiliar with this exiled Prince Lordaeron.
An unremarkable human Prince, the arrogant Windrunner didn't take him seriously!
"He's a useless Prince," Thrall sneered. "The Menethil family are all fools."
"It is because of Menethil's folly that you Orcs have survived," Sylvanas emphasized.
"Hmph! Do you think I'd be grateful to the Menethil family? Trash should be eliminated. Humans made their own foolish mistakes, they have no one to blame but themselves. This world is inherently cruel; only constant victory and bloody slaughter are what we Orcs need. I wonder what the old King thought as he watched his people being slaughtered, whether he regretted his hypocritical mercy."
Thrall felt a smug satisfaction, a pleasure that came from repaying kindness with enmity.
Sylvanas had nothing to say about the Orcs' innate personality.
"Should we kill him?"
Sylvanas pointed at Arthas and asked casually, her tone as if she were crushing an ant.
"Haha, Windrunner, do you think our great Orcs warrior Saurfang the Great, can't handle a useless Prince?" Thrall suddenly realized something was amiss. Was this Prince tired of living, coming out to die for no reason?
Give him an arrow.
Thrall felt it necessary to unite the High Elves and Orcs, and the assassination of the Prince of Lordaeron would be the best way to pledge allegiance.
"Your target should be Baron Rivendare, and the one beside him."
Thrall spotted Robbie and suddenly felt a strange sense of dread.
"That human is definitely suspicious. Kill him."
Thrall gritted his teeth, the old wound in his chest throbbing, unsure of where his fear came from.
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at Robbie casually, not taking him seriously at all, nodded, and told one of her rangers to get ready.
Windrunner nocked three arrows on his bow, two for Baron Rivendare and one for Arthas.
He was, after all, Prince of Lordaeron, barely worthy of my arrow.
Sylvanas herself, along with nine subordinates, and twelve arrows,
There were only three of them on the other side; that was more than enough.
Arthas raised the Holy Light's Vengeance and charged straight forward like a new recruit on his first Battlefield.
"A fine warhammer, and now it's mine."
Saurfang took a deep breath and swung his Battle Axe with all his might, determined to give it his all even against a mere recruit.
Arthas didn't use his warhammer to block, as the Orcs hero's strength was too great to resist. Instead, he chose to strike the edge of the Battle Axe at an angle with his warhammer, attempting to change the direction of the Battle Axe's strike. As it turned out, Saurfang's strength was greater than expected, and the Battle Axe only slightly changed its direction of travel, causing Arthas's warhammer to bounce back.
To dodge the whistling Battle Axe, Arthas leaned back with all his might, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance. Even so, Arthas still swung his warhammer with all his might.
Bang!
Saurfang's massive body was sent flying, a horrifying dent appearing on his left side near his waist, revealing several broken ribs protruding, a stark white expanse. Blood immediately stained the ground, and the Orcs coughed up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, struggling to get up but ultimately failing.
"This can't be real!"
Thrall was stunned, unable to believe his eyes.
Robbie was also somewhat stunned; Arthas had killed Saurfang the Great in a single exchange.
Although Arthas used the power of the Runes, it was still incredible. The warhammer he swung in that posture was very weak, and with Saurfang's unusually strong physique, it was impossible for it to cause effective damage.
"Very well done, Prince Highness, you are our pride." Baron Rivendare was overjoyed.
The sudden victory left Arthas somewhat bewildered.
Then, three strange arrows awakened Arthas.
The archery skills of the Elf rangers are terrifying. It is said that the most skilled rangers can even shield the sound of the wind, allowing their arrows to silently reap lives.
Arthas had been warned by the spirits of the Restless Souls; his warhammer traced several golden streaks in the air, deflecting all three arrows.
Nine arrows lay before Robbie, two of them swift and deadly, coming from Sylvanas.
Robbie swung his arms, drawing a huge circle. Rune power gathered between his arms, forming a shape similar to a tai chi symbol. The nine arrows changed direction in front of Robbie and flew back at an even faster speed.
The Elf rangers were experienced in combat, and upon seeing Robbie's posture, they knew something was wrong and quickly ducked to avoid it.
Only Thrall seemed a little flustered; his body was too large, and even if he crouched down, he would become a target for arrows.
Thrall stretched out his arms, grabbed two Elf rangers, and held them in front of him.
Four arrows missed their mark, and five arrows pierced through two wandering swordsmen, who were clearly doomed.
"No!"
Sylvanas let out a sharp, piercing roar.
Thrall grinned, took a bite, and tore into the flesh of the two Elf -breathing elven rangers, chewing them vigorously.
"This was a necessary sacrifice, to die for the Savior. They died gloriously and nobly, Windrunner."
Thrall grinned, revealing a bloody mess between his teeth:
"And it can also fill the Savior's stomach, hahaha, tastes good."
"Die, you cruel beast."
Sylvanas was enraged, her eyes blazing, and she nocked an arrow and aimed it at Thrall.
"Do you want to murder the Savior? Do you want to destroy Azeroth with your own hands?"
Despite Windrunner's aggressive advances, Thrall remained unfazed, continuing to savor the rare delicacy without stopping his mouth. The ranger's dying cry sounded to Thrall like the most beautiful music in the world.
"Do you know what kind of power you're facing? Think of your people, think of your Quel'Thalas, think of Guardian Medivh, think of the terrifying Burning Legion. Yes, that's right. Let your anger subside, put down your bow, and do not disturb the Savior's meal, Sylvanas Windrunner."
Sylvanas closed her eyes, her heart filled with hatred, but she had not lost her mind and dared not do anything to Thrall, but her heart was simply too unbearable, and her anger was eager to be vented.
Human nature is such that people bully the weak and fear the strong, Sylvanas is no exception.
Although Prince Arthas's strength was unexpected, Lordaeron is now a pushover that everyone can bully.
Sylvanas appeared on the hillside, pointed at Arthas, and shouted:
"Prince Arthas, remember the crimes you have committed today. You will pay for them in blood; you are destined to be condemned to your sins and will face a merciless judgment. From this day forward, Quel'Thalas declares war on Lordaeron, until one side is utterly destroyed, a war to the death."
Arthas scratched his head, still not understanding what was going on.
Could it be that Saurfang the Great, lying at my feet, has some illicit relationship with Sylvanas?
Or perhaps, it's another interracial love affair? Arthas wondered to himself.
Robbie stepped forward, patted Arthas on the shoulder, and whispered, "Prince Highness, the weak never have a choice."
Sylvanas, I hope you won't regret your decision today.
Robbie responded loudly.