The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Prince of Humanity, I know you."

Leading circles of orcs and trolls, Thrall stood on the shaking beach and said in a deep voice.

Seeing Arthas like this, he felt sorry for the information he had obtained in disguise... and wasted a lot of gold coins.

It turns out that I am...

Back to the topic, Thrall had a serious look on his face as he stared blankly at the human prince in front of him, the paladin Arthas.

"oh?!"

Arthas showed off his bulging muscles and asked without hesitation: "Is that so, Chieftain of the Orcs?"

The next second, he changed his tone and said, "Ever since you started those internment camp uprisings, I've been fed up with it."

"We have spent countless money and selflessly fed you, and this is how you treat your benefactors!"

"Arthas Menethil! You are... distorting the facts."

"Have it?"

Lifting the flaming axe beside him with his left hand, Arthas said, "To feed you orcs."

"It only takes a few years for the people of Lordaeron to go from the prosperous days of eating white bread to the poor days of eating black bread."

Pointing to the ground with one hand, Arthas said angrily, "It will only take these few years."

"You know what? I just need you to satisfy 'your' completely insatiable appetite over the years!"

Arthas's words were full of double entendres, and his tone revealed his true intentions!

Hearing this, Thrall suppressed his anger again.

The prince in front of him lived in his own world and had no idea that the real reason his people suffered that fate was...

He couldn't even understand the plight of the orcs, the plight of slaves who had lost their dignity and freedom.

For such a person, it is rare to be able to negotiate face to face with him.

This was an opportunity, a rare opportunity, he thought.

So, Thrall said calmly: "Since you know, then you should understand..."

"No, I don't understand, no need to tell you."

The axe on his left shoulder became increasingly hot, and Arthas swung his right hand violently from front to back.

"If you want to leave here today, you must send someone to defeat me first."

Ignoring the orcs in front of him, Arthas said: "Of course, the Darkspear trolls are an exception."

"This is a feud between humans and orcs. I hope you can give us a chance to resolve it fairly."

As he said this, the earth spirits around Thrall instantly split into two groups, with vigilance flashing in their eyes.

There are many elements, but some of them can be...

The white-haired Senjin stood up and said, "Your Highness, the human prince, you are wrong."

"Your navy came to this archipelago and not only injured but also killed many of our Darkspear trolls."

"We have grudges against you, but I hope we can let go of our grudges against each other."

"A catastrophe is imminent. We will only become part of the black tide if we stay here. How about we part ways now?"

After a moment of silence, Arthas said, "Elder troll, you are wrong."

"No matter what, the black tide cannot engulf us humans."

Turning his head to look at the trembling place where no one was, Arthas changed the topic and said, "I just want to tell you one thing."

"How could the Loa of you trolls keep watching over this land where there are only a few trolls?"

"What's more, this place has been marked by the abyss, so it is not something that gods like them can pay attention to."

After saying this, Arthas looked at Thrall and said, "What can the All-Spirit you respect do to that being from the Abyss?"

"Why do you do this?"

Thrall retorted again, "What good will it do you and us to waste time?"

"Prince of mankind, we..."

"To be honest, I just wanted to delay you today."

"You all don't understand. If you have the guts, come and defeat me and kill me!"

"Very well, I will grant your wish right now, human!"

Before he finished speaking, Grommash handed the Warsong banner behind him to the Warsong Guards beside him, and jumped up with Gorehowl in his hand.

At the same time, Jaina shook her head, left a magical blessing, and instantly turned into a shadow and left.

As she left, the elementals she and Arthas had summoned all stepped back and came to the ship to stand with the other phantom navy.

At this moment, on the warship, the black muzzles of guns and cannons were still aimed at the orcs and trolls.

These guns and cannons did not slacken in the slightest, but instead became more numerous, without decreasing in the slightest.

It seems that if the orcs or trolls outnumber the others or something, these guns will open fire immediately.

"Haha, then I will fulfill your wish, Chief of the War Song."

Staring at the orc chieftain who was leaping towards him with an axe, Arthas sneered and turned the axe in both hands into a chopping move.

With a bang, the two axes separated again.

Retreating... Grommash had a gloomy face and stopped his retreat with three steps.

This is... strange, very strange.

He originally wanted to continue attacking, but he seemed unable to stop this familiar retreating trend.

He could feel it during these head-on confrontations.

Although Arthas was much stronger than humans, and even many orcs, there was an unusually subtle sound coming from the bones in his body.

And this unusually subtle sound, based on his battles with humans over the years, could clearly be...

After dispersing all the spirits around him, Thrall walked out with his hammer in hand and looked directly at Arthas.

"Why, Chieftain of the Orcs, do you want to try it yourself?"

"Sal, you have to be careful."

Turning his head to look at Grommash, Thrall nodded silently and gripped the Doomhammer tightly.

Pointing his hammer at Arthas, Thrall said, "Prince of Man, is there really no chance of peace between us?"

"No, at least not in my place."

"Thrall, you can't control the orcs' hands. Your peace is empty talk."

After thinking for a while, Thrall asked, "So, can humans control their hands?"

Forgetting all other thoughts for the moment, Thrall seized on this point and asked back.

For some reason, his intuition told him that this was very important to the tribe.

"I can. I can control the hands of my men, but it is not in your nature to do so."

Shaking his head, Thrall said: "Then why don't you trust the tribe I lead for once?"

"Freed from the blood curse, we orcs have now found glory."

"Your honor is to allow other clans to continue to plunder our territory, and you leave alone?"

In response, Thrall smiled and said, "No, Your Highness Arthas."

"The other clans are like kingdoms other than yours. They just can't control their hands and keep causing conflicts."

"They are not a new tribe, they never regained their glory."

After hearing this, Arthas retorted coldly: "When your compatriots beg you."

"In that moment of what you consider to be hurtful affection, do you forget their faults?"

Arthas opened his hands suddenly and immediately continued his own words: "No, you will sympathize."

"They are in trouble, no matter how miserable it is, and that is the biggest reason."

"Noble orcs do, but what I want to do, you noble honor orcs will never be able to do!"

Grasping the axe handle with both hands again, Arthas said: "The hatred between our two races cannot be resolved in a short time."

"If you are born in this era, you must bear the heavy burden given by this era... which is what you call glory."

"It seems that we are now... the human prince, your highness, you are right."

Looking at the warships with guns ready to fire at any time, Thrall said in a deep voice: "Warriors of the tribe, they are bluffing!"

Before he finished speaking, Thrall summoned thunder with his hammer and smashed it down.

"Whether it's just bluffing or not, let's try it."

Holding the axe with both hands, he chopped back with great force, using flames to counter the thunder, showing no weakness.

Instead of taking three steps back like Grom, Thrall only felt the huge force on the opposite side of the Flame Axe.

Although Arthas is only a human knight at the Grandmaster level, his strength is indeed greater than that of some legendary orcs.

Unfortunately, strength alone is not enough. I don't need to use the same method I used to deal with Grommash...

With a flash of holy light, the flaming two-handed battle axe instantly transformed, and the sharp tip of the flaming halberd immediately penetrated...

Ding! Thrall took the initiative to retreat, and used the concentrated thunder hammer to forcefully repel the halberd.

With a bang, he quickly drew back his hammer and smashed it down from top to bottom, colliding with the flaming halberd that he drew back and chopped diagonally upwards.

"Human prince, if you continue to hide your incompetence, you will regret it."

In response, Arthas smiled and responded directly with the halberd in his hand.

In a one-on-one fight, who’s afraid of who?

Apart from the outrageous "himself", he has never been afraid of any opponent who dares to use group fighting tactics with him.

Clang! Arthas used the force to retract his halberd again, flipped his body forward, and with the retreating halberd, he performed a crescent moon domineering halberd-falling move.

Thrall grasped the Doomhammer in both hands, his feet slightly sank into the vibrating sand, and once again took this powerful blow.

On the other side, when the hammers and halberds clashed, Eitrigg turned around and looked at the orcs beside him and said, "Everyone, this is actually the case."

Upon hearing this, the orc shaman and the troll witch doctor worked together to set up a barrier similar to the one surrounding the Tandre Sovereign.

This barrier surrounded the orc and troll superiors who were talking, preventing their conversation from being leaked.

On the coast, at the helm of the warship, Jaina and the naval mages behind her frowned.

They were helpless about the barrier that suddenly appeared right under their noses.

Especially Jaina, she was very surprised by the barrier that she couldn't understand for the time being, and the invisible magic props that were supported by the barrier.

For this kind of thing, she could only blame it on the fact that the future tribe was indeed on guard against her, and those tribes that were "loyal" to the powerful chief were not very "loyal".

However, she had no choice, as the chieftain did not have enough "imperial power".

"Never mind, fire."

"Just blast their barrier and see what else they are trying to hide."

"Your Highness, the fishmen before us have used up all our firepower."

With a bitter face, a chef with brown hair and wearing a clean white chef uniform.

He looked at the musket in Jaina's hand and persuaded helplessly: "The current situation."

"The only firepower left on our ship is the three rounds of ammunition in your musket."

In addition to saying this, he also raised the white plate in his left hand, on which was a sizzling hot steak.

Hearing the words of the temporarily recruited chef, Jaina looked at the three muskets in her hands with a little embarrassment.

Unlike His Royal Highness the Prince who was having a great time fighting on the beach, she was alone with some navy men guarding the main warship, which was a bit stressful.