Led by a soldier wearing full-body armor, Alsace continued to quickly walk through the dark passage in the stench of various strange stories.

The passage was dark. If it weren't for the soldiers leading the way, Alsace believed that he would soon be lost in the complex passage. He spoke several times but the soldiers did not respond, and the sound of them trampling on the sewage in the entire passage was the sound of them trampling on the sewage.

Finally, the soldier pushed open a stone door. The dim light shone out from inside, making Alsace's eyes uncomfortable. After a while, he saw what was happening inside.

"Father, are you okay?" Arthas shouted in surprise. In order to make sure this was not a dream or an illusion, he rubbed his eyes hard and then ran over.

The old king sat on a stone chair, dressed in tight delicate leather armor and a bandage wrapped around his head, looking very weak and haggard.

The old king reached out to stop the other party, and then looked at his proud son light. He looked at his proud son now, and now he looked like a young man, and he was also tall and would be an excellent warrior in just two or three years.

"Althuss, how are your mother and sister?" The old king knew the situation clearly, but his family still didn't know what it was.

Alsace wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "My mother and sister are both very good, they are very sad, they think, they think..."

"Haha, I thought I would die." The old king smiled bitterly: "Also, I am ready to die for my country, but I was knocked out by the guards and brought here to hide like a mouse."

Arthas said with red eyes: "Father, why are you dying? Lordaeron needs you, and the Alliance also needs you. If you have any accidents, what hope do we have? Now that the tribe is pressing step by step, the marshal is almost unable to resist it, but that damn bastard has not arrived yet. I see that he clearly..."

"Enough, now is not the time to say this." The old king stopped Arthas and said with a breath: "Besides, I am not as great as you said, and I am powerless. It is not me who can turn the tide, nor Marshal Lothar, or the bastard you call him. If there is someone who can lead the league to turn defeat into victory, he must be."

"Impossible, he is only two years older than me." Arthas roared in a low voice. "You are still alive now, we still have an army. As long as you go out, you can raise your arms and shout out countless alliance warriors will defeat the damn orcs."

The old king shook his head and said, "I want to, my son, but unfortunately, I can't do it. Okay, don't worry about these things. I asked you to come here just to ask you to promise me something."

"Father, you said." Arthas calmed down and said.

"I know the form outside the outside world more clearly than you." The old king said in a careful tone, "The best situation is that Brad brings reinforcements and miraculously defeats the tribe with great strength. If so, I will walk out of this dark place. But this may be very small. Another result is that the battle failed. The alliance temporarily retreats. At this time, Brad, who has the undefeated myth, will inevitably dominate the alliance. I know you hate Brad very much, and I am the same, but as a future king, you must learn to endure. Don't show hostility towards him. You are in the open, I am in the dark, and with the blessing of Lothar and Uther, so that we Lorden has a chance to rise again."

"I, I understand." Arthas gritted his teeth and agreed. He was so proud in his heart that he represented Lordaeron's hope and had supreme glory. But until that person appeared, he just saw that the other party was unhappy at first, and with his father's arrangement, she easily destroyed the other party. However, the other party did not remain completely silent. Instead, he rose rapidly. The dazzling light, let alone his generation of young people, even the older generation was like Fordine, Uther and others would look up to him.

Watching the other person's light as sunny as the sun made him feel extremely uncomfortable. At the beginning, someone else was still that person compared to him, and then somehow he rose to the same height as his father and others.

The person who became a hero of all alliances was worshipped by countless generals, but what he couldn't stand was that even his closest sister, his eyes were full of respect every time he mentioned that person, and the girl he liked had a worse attitude towards him. He spoke Brad and said, "How about Brad, he was so angry that he would be so angry."

But as an excellent prince, he knew his responsibilities deeply and could only grit his teeth and agree.

"Very good, you are really good. Believe in yourself. You are the best king." The old king smiled with relief and continued: "Don't compare yourself with that person. He is a monster. Just treat him as our generation. Don't think about fighting with him. You are not his opponent, at least not yet. If you are possible, you can sell him a favor and promote the establishment of the Jade Territory. It's okay if the territory is given to him. Don't worry, even if we agree, Gilness and Rapids Castle will not agree. Let them fight, so that we have a chance..."

"I will, I won't let my father down." Arthas promised word by word.

"Also, it's Jaina." When the old king said that, he paused for a moment and continued, "Gianna, it's better if you can catch up with it, but don't force everything. If that person shows that he is interested in her..."

Arthas clenched his fists tightly, his nails squeezed into the flesh, dripping blood flowed down, and said hoarsely: "Father, I won't act irritating, I will stay away from Gianna."

Before the old king could speak, the soldier pushed open the stone gate again and said gasping: "No, no, there is a war report just now. Marshal Losa has an accident..."

"How is this possible?" The old king's smile froze on his face, and he quickly said to his son: "You can go out now. There are still many places to need you. Go and remember what I said. Remember"...

Orgrim and Losa were equally matched, and they were both powerful men at the peak of epic. Moreover, their weapons were not ordinary. Orgrim's legendary weapon Hammer passed down from generation to generation, while Losa used the holy sword Quelzalam, which was made of the Pantheon with the purest materials in the universe. The two were fighting fiercely. They had been fighting for nearly an hour, but they still had no choice.

"Give up, humans. Your leaders are dead, and your royal city has been occupied by us. Our army is several times stronger than you. What are you still resisting? Go to it, I will give you a way out." Orgrim roared in a low voice while waving the warhammer.

"Don't think about it anymore. You monster, there are no cowards in the alliance. Even if you are all killed in battle, you won't." Losa did not waver at all, and was still very firm.

"I know what you are thinking." Orgrim's holy sword in Lothar pushed the other party away with force and said loudly: "You are waiting for that little bug in Brad. If you are disappointed, I have set a lot of obstacles for him. I believe he will definitely like the gift I gave him."

"You are destined to be disappointed this time." Losa said while attacking fiercely: "I'm sorry to tell you that he is coming."

"So what?" Orgrim smiled happily. A charge collided with Lothar. Both of them were dizzy at the same time. After waking up, he hit the leader of the other party with a war hammer and continued: "I have a large army of orcs gathered, and there are countless ogres. The flying crows are unparalleled in combat power. The Golong army is arrogant. Even if he is powerful, he cannot defeat such a powerful coalition. I just want him to know what helplessness means."

At this time, the earth suddenly trembled. Dozens of mushroom clouds soaring into the sky appeared in the distance. Lothar looked very happy, and then his heart was slightly dim. If Brad had more of these shells, what was there to be scary in the tribe, but he had already known from Brad that there were not many shells left. It was probably the last batch. He had asked Brad to make some more, but Brad regretfully told him that although the explosion flame crystal was the main material, another precious material was gone. Without this material, the power of the explosion flame bomb was much worse and it was not worth making at all.

"This is your obstacle, it really opened my eyes." Losa smiled so happily, and the offensive became even more violent. "Your obstacle is useless to Brad."

"I said that this time he only had endless despair." Orgrim said beautifully, but he was still very worried that his obstacles were really useless and had almost no blocking effect.

"You're scared." Loza was full of energy. He obviously felt the opponent's momentum decline, and then hit him and said, "If you remember correctly, you have never beat Brad once. He is your nemesis. So what if you defeat me, so what if you kill Tenaris? As long as Brad is there, you will always be a loser."

"You should be worried about you." Orgrim suppressed his worries. Every time he thought he would win, he would encounter accidents when he met Brad, and the situation often reversed dramatically. Especially in the battle of Jasper Leader, more than 100,000 elite soldiers from the tribe were captured, not only for his prestige, but also for himself a little fear of Brad. "Blade's light will be suppressed, and the commander of this alliance will sooner or later take it away from you."

"Absurd, do you think Brad will be as stupid as you, as barbaric as you orcs?" The light in Lothar's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the holy sword in his hand emitted a dazzling holy light energy, and then said: "So what if this commander Brad, as long as he wants, I can give it to him immediately. How do you know that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility you bear. You are just ignorant barbarians who only know how to invade and plunder."... (To be continued. Please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!)
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