The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Silence, just two simple words. Between Arthas and Burton, they were both so quiet that they kept silent!

The next second, Burton took action to break this atmosphere that was not suitable for chatting, but Arthas didn't even feel a ripple in his heart.

"Little brother, don't you have any expression? Why don't you even want to say anything?"

There was a hint of helplessness in this statement. Burton Gur was really helpless and could only ask this way.

It was because Arthas was as calm as water and didn't think about anything, which resulted in no change on his face and his brain couldn't anticipate the voice in his mind.

Hearing these words, Arthas's calm face finally changed a little. His brain finally took the lead in telling Burton what Arthas was thinking. He was waiting for him to speak first.

With a slight smile on his lips, Arthas said, "Sir, you said you want to hurry up, but you don't seem to be taking the initiative!"

Burton praised the actor for his strong adaptability and at the same time, he cancelled the spell controlling Arthas without anyone noticing.

He let Arthas continue his solo to satisfy his own happiness.

Mortals with little power can only act so cautiously and use funny clowning performances to please him invisibly.

Putting away his cane, Burton said, "Since you said I wasn't proactive, I'll have to be a little more proactive."

"Arthas Menethil, you want power? Power enough to fight any enemy you want."

Before Arthas could answer, Burton continued, "I know what you're going to say. How can free gold fall from the sky?"

"Your idea is good. Before you gain power, you need to do corresponding work in exchange."

However, the stubborn Arthas wanted to say, I don’t spend much, so I’m very rich, and he just said this in the chat channel.

It is in this way that his appearance can appear calm and composed, another qualified example of a fake-cold but truly expressionless prince.

After waiting for a while, Burton found that Arthas had completely shut up and would rather die than change his stubborn temper.

"Arthas, if you still don't want to respond, I'll just have to let you sleep a little longer."

"You should know that even if you try your best, you still can't break my power, right?"

"Mr. Geer, you know that I have a serious paranoia."

With a chuckle, Arthas whispered, "Although I have corrected my self-doubt, I will still be the future ruler of a country."

"Without sufficient wisdom, how can one be a good king?"

"You mean, you want to be the king of Lordaeron?"

Glancing at Arthas in confusion, Burton said, "If this is all you wish for, I can reunite your father and mother right now."

Taking a deep breath, Arthas said, "Mr. Gel, what I mean is..."

"Little brother, what do you want?"

Staring at the smiling Burton, Arthas said quickly: "My Lord, I don't actually want anything."

"I'd be honored to accept anything you can give me."

"Boy, do you know what you look like now?"

"Sir, I don't know."

Putting away his smile, Burton asked in a deep voice: "Boy, are you Arthas Menethil?"

"My lord, a boy is a boy."

"I am who you think I am. I am Arthas Menethil."

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and whispered in Arthas's ear: "This is our first official meeting, and I find that you are no longer so arrogant."

"Based on your previous performance in the illusion, I think you... should at least say a few words now..."

"Mr. Geer, there is no hatred between you and me, so how can I not respect you?"

"I respect you from the bottom of my heart. You and I are definitely not enemies."

Patting Arthas on the shoulder, Burton said, "Well, you and I are indeed not enemies."

But the next second, Burton slowly stood up and said, "What is the relationship between us, young man?"

With his hands clasped together, Arthas said, "My friend, we have been friends for many years."

Looking at his fisted arms, Arthas was surprised to find that his mind no longer moved in a disorderly manner and his body could be controlled freely.

After a moment's silence, Burton said, "Is this your last act of stubbornness, Arthas Menethil?"

"Of course we can be friends, but what kind of friends we are depends on your performance."

In a flash, Arthas clenched his fists, his face full of horror, when Burton stretched out his right hand and suddenly pressed his chest.

"Mr. Geer, I actually..."

With the dark power of death permeating his right hand, Burton injected harmless energy into his body and said, "Young man, don't you want to see my sincerity?"

"This is my sincerity, Arthas Menethil. Do you feel my deep sincerity?"

"I've always communicated with you in the way you like, so how can you keep rejecting me, right?"

Holding his head with both hands, Alsace felt endless... all kinds of things. This was the Prince of Lordaeron's superficial understanding, trying to relieve the pain.

"Uh... um..."

"It hurts, you can scream it out, boy."

“Everyone needs a chance to let off steam sometimes, and this is the time.”

Enduring the severe pain of the knowledge, Arthas said slowly: "Mr. Geer, if I really did that, then we might not even be able to be friends."

"Am I right, Lord Burton Gill?"

Burton chuckled and said, "Whether you do it or not, it doesn't affect our friendship, Arthas Menethil."

"I'm not that narrow-minded. As long as you do well enough, I can give you everything I can."

After hearing this, the pain in Arthas’ head disappeared at all. What a fierce and cruel word.

"You heard me right, young man. When I have nothing to reward for your performance, that is when we will decide life and death."

"When that day comes, either one of us will prevail, and the other will either volunteer to die bravely or be accepted as a servant by the winner."

"Or, before that, you surpass me, or I squeeze all the value out of you."

After saying the last sentence, Burton put away his right hand, stretched out his boneless left hand, and placed it in front of Arthas.

Looking at Burton who had suddenly transformed into a cool and handsome beauty in black, Arthas felt that Burton had hit his liking, with a figure that was too...

The cold beauty opened her lips and said, "If you like this look, you can call me Diana."

"As for my last name, you can give it whatever you like."

"It's not too embarrassing. I can accept anything, Prince Arthas."

Even with a beautiful wife, Arthas felt that it was not impossible, but the sound was too...

The next moment, Arthas seemed to become a saint without any other emotions. Blood flowed from the palms of his hands, but they quickly recovered and were as good as new.

Unfortunately, when Arthas saw the fragrant hand, he rejected it outright.

He can't cheat on his wife. The most important thing is to madly comprehend the knowledge in his mind.

Back then, he had also rejected a Nathrezim who had the potential to seduce him without any mercy.

To sum it up in one sentence, bah, nothing, a pink skull.

"Who can share the view of this lonely and lofty peak with me?"

"Don't you want to share with me, young boy?"

With a whoosh, Arthas kept retreating, and his strength increased a lot.

After a breakthrough, he became a master-level Death Knight purely through his own understanding.

After pulling away from him, Arthas purified his blood and clasped his fists again, saying, "I'm sorry, Lady Diana, I have a wife."

"Since you have shown your sincerity, I should also show my sincerity."

"Whatever you want me to do, as long as it doesn't cross my bottom line and doesn't affect the people around me, I can do it at my discretion."

"I can't be like you, willing to pay any price... No matter what happens in the future, I will accept your teachings today."

"I have Jaina to accompany Lady Diana to the lonely summit. As for Mr. Geer, I can accompany him as ordered."

Diana smiled gently, but remained cold: "Prince Arthas, I won't chat with you any more."

A breeze lifted the hem of Diana's skirt, revealing... In the blink of an eye, Mr. Gur reappeared, and he could not see anything.

"Do you think this is the end, young man?"

"This is just the beginning. Can you hold on, Paladin?"

Seeing the white glove on his chest again, Arthas couldn't help but shudder, and even more intense pain surged into his mind.

His sincerity was so great that Arthas couldn't even imagine what Mr. Gel would ask him to do next. He couldn't escape it.

After rolling for a while, the pale-faced Arthas supported himself on the ground with his hands and turned over gracefully.

"Mr. Geer, you don't have to continue like this. I don't deserve it."

It was the third time he clasped his fists. As the Death Knight who had become a master, Arthas became even more respectful to Mr. Gol.

He just hoped that Burton's price wouldn't be too outrageous, otherwise, he would be left with empty talk and waiting for the future.

Looking at Arthas like this, Burton said, "I see that you still have great potential. Do you want more power?"

Hearing these words, Arthas' eyes flashed and his arms trembled, revealing his inner unrest.

One step further, that is legend, the legendary realm that has always been closed to him. At this moment, he hesitated.

Regardless of what Arthas was thinking, Burton said, "Young man, you must never underestimate yourself."

"Your body is already strong enough. You can already wield the power of a demigod. It's just a realm."

"It's just because the power in your body is too complicated, which limits your growth. You are destined to become a demigod, right?"

As Arthas's eyes grew more eager, Burton changed the subject: "If you want to become stronger through my method, you can only use one of the powers in it as a basis."

“Purity can make you stronger. A chaotic mixture still has colors. You have to make the right choice.”

"You are most familiar with the Holy Light and the power of death. Choose one of them and you will soon achieve glory."

In response to Burton's words, Arthas simply asked, "Mr. Gel, I wonder what exactly do you want me to do?"

Demigod is just a realm. Such big talk made his heart beat fast. He wondered if this person would adopt a son?

I have been wandering for half my life and have never met a famous teacher, except Muradin Bronzebeard... I have never met my adoptive father, so how could he reject me and leave?

I am really worried about the power you gave me for nothing, and I don’t know if my godfather can stay a little longer.

In the midst of his turbulent thoughts, Arthas said: "My strength is like my arm, and I can bend and stretch it. How can my strength be regarded as a dregs of my body?"

"I am stupid and still don't understand what you mean. Can you tell me more about my power?"