My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Fortunately, the Alliance defeated the orcs, and my companions and I can finally rest. I am really happy to see the orc warchief being locked up in the prison cart."

Altea realized that her words had made the atmosphere tense, and said quickly.

"Not only imprisonment, this group of guys must pay a greater price."

Alleria said.

"Didn't they all have been killed?"

Altea asked.

"Death is not the end of everything."

Alleria replied.

"What do you mean?"

Altea widened her eyes and looked at the beautiful high elf.

"It's nothing."

Alleria shook her head.

Just rounding the corner of the stairs, when the heavily armed guards showed their heads, Arthas heard a roar from his father's study.

"I object! Absolutely not!"

Is it King Thoras?——Alsace recognized this voice.

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas!"

Several royal guards of Lordaeron recognized their prince, and their voices made the other guards put their vigilance down-they were guards from other kingdoms.

"Marcus, Windsor!"

Varian caught up from behind Arthas, and then saw two of his acquaintances.

"Varian."

Wen De Sole nodded to Varian.

"Why are you here?"

Varian asked in surprise.

"The meeting inside, but only His Majesty the King can participate. What's more... we don't want to listen to those meaningless rumors in it."

Marcus mumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Let's go in."

Arthas said to Varian.

"Ok."

Varian nodded, then walked to the door of the study in the passage that the guards let out.

When Arthas entered this study, he saw his father at first sight.

King Terenas was still sitting behind his desk, and in front of him, several burly middle-aged men sat on the guest sofas, arguing fiercely.

King Terenas saw his son at a glance. He smiled at Arthas and motioned for him to find a place to sit down.

Arthas nodded, then glanced around.

Lordaeron’s finance minister, Alfonso Diardara, stood in the corner of the study, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, lowered his head and said nothing.

Alsace's coming in seemed to have attracted the attention of the Chancellor of Finance, but he only looked up at Alsace and quickly lowered his head again.

The Archmage Antonidas sat with the female mage, and the Archmage Krasus sat behind them.

This group of mages from Dalaran did not seem to want to participate in the disputes between these kings, but Arthas could clearly see that the brows of Antonidas were frowned tightly. Obviously, he was concerned about this kind of nearly internal friction. The behavior is very dissatisfied.

Anduin Lothar is not a king, but he clearly has the power of a king.

The Marshal of Stormwind was sitting with his fellow town, Elro Eberlock, and the two were talking in a low voice.

When Varian entered the study, Anduin Lothar raised his head and saw his disciple.

Arthas noticed Anduin Lothar's brow furrowed, but the marshal greeted Varian and motioned for him to sit beside him.

Prince Danas stood behind King Thoras and nodded towards Arthas; Prince Garin was in a daze by his side. Obviously, such a meeting was not suitable for the Prince who likes hunting and gladiatorial fights.

However, the expression of the prince was very serious, not knowing whether it was because of the content of the meeting or because of his brother who didn't know where he was.

Arthas didn't see the dwarves—Muradin? Bronzebeard didn't know where he went with his brother and fellow Wildhammer.

Many people noticed Alsace's arrival, most of them just nodded or smiled to him, and Gene Greymane, the only person present who was not familiar with Alsace, kept his face gloomy.

Because opposite him, King Thoras was roaring loudly.

"I absolutely can't accept it."

King Thoras said loudly.

"Alterac Valley is the border between Lordaeron and Stormgarde. When is the turn of the Gilneas Kingdom to discuss the ownership of this place?"

King Thoras' words were very sharp, pointing directly to Gene Greymane's nosy.

"Pay attention to your words, Thoras."

Gene Greymane fought back as expected.

"At first I didn't want to care about Alterac Kingdom. However, as a king, I think I have an obligation to protect the rights of nobles and lords, even if these nobles do not belong to my country."

Gene Greymane said.

"If you have spare time to worry about this, I think you should worry about your pockets!"

King Thoras laughed disdainfully.

"We are desperate on the front line, and you Gilneas people are sitting behind us. Before you tell the story of Alterac's ownership, we might as well discuss first about the military camps in the south of the mainland and the construction of the watchtower. What should the Gilneas kingdom do? Take on it!"

King Thoras laughed at Gene Greymane's cowardice and nosy.

"You say it again? We didn't participate in the war because it was too late. The two-year-old knew that Gilneas was too far away from where the war happened."

Gene Greymane stood up.