I play as a beast in World of Warcraft（R18）

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"Unable to find it yet, take it slowly, there's no need to rush. Since the mole has made a mistake, they won't act easily." Arthas shook his head, all of this was fabricated by him, laying the groundwork for the future.

If the Kingdom of Alterac really turns out to be as treacherous as in the plot, then he won't be blamed he will surely devour them whole.

Annexing the lands of neighboring countries is a very unfavorable and inglorious act.

It can only be slowly eroded, but the process is too slow.

Arthas simply doesn't have time to wait this procrastination would take a dozen or twenty years to accomplish, too slow.

The Burning Legion doesn't have that much time for his development he must go to Kalimdor.

Therefore, talent is the most important.

Bring all the commoners of the Kingdom of Alterac, make them his subjects.

As long as his prestige is sufficient, and with a bit of publicity about the misdeeds of the Lords, won't those commoners come running to serve him as their leader?

Following a good Lord is truly a blessing, not a joke.

To Arthas, all traitors leave a deep impression what could be more detestable than being a turncoat?

Everyone present is astute; hearing Arthas speak, they know he has a plan. They remain composed on the surface but are swiftly calculating in their minds, trying to figure out who the traitor is.

At this moment, a messenger entered, handing a encrypted document to Lothar. It was magically encrypted to prevent orcs from opening it.

Lothar unrolled the scroll, brows furrowed as he read the contents.

Then he looked up at Arthas, "Your Highness, you may need to return to Lordaeron. Naga are attacking the Solorian Farm. Terenas Your Majesty requests you to handle this matter promptly; the farm's food production is crucial for the Alliance's logistics."

"Naga? How is that possible!" Arthas's eyes flickered with doubt; it was strange as there were no Naga in the plot. "Are you sure this information is accurate?"

"Yes, it bears the seal of Terenas Your Majesty."

Lothar never made mistakes, and he definitely wouldn't in this case.

"Very well, I will depart back." Arthas nodded if there were issues at home, he had to address them first.

"Master Anthony, please open the portal and send His Royal Highness Prince back to Lordaeron. Time is of the essence, I'm counting on you." Lothar said to Alleria. "Alleria, the tribes may have allied with the forest trolls. You are their old opponent, and I need your help to track their movements. What exactly are the orcs and trolls planning? Their attacks seem fierce but not full-blown. It's different from when I encountered them in Stormwind. They must have other intentions."

Due to the Alliance's needs, Alleria did not follow Arthas but continued to fulfill her duties, helping the Alliance resist the orc invasion.

She firmly believed that if these barbaric orcs were not stopped, once the Alliance was defeated, Quel'Thalas would also be unable to avoid being overrun.

Even with the existence of the Sunwell, she did not believe that Quel'Thalas could truly hold out. Not everyone understands the principle of mutual dependence.

"Your Highness, please prepare," Anthony was still quite polite to Arthas. He was already aging and did not know how long he could live. With Arthas's potential, becoming king was only a matter of time, especially with his apprentice Gianna being in a romantic relationship with Arthas. Under the pretext of loving the house for the crow, he paid special attention.

"Thank you, Archmage," Arthas said, placing his right hand over his chest and giving Alleria a reassuring smile.

After a moment of dizziness, Arthas returned to the palace of Lordaeron.

There were royal mages here to receive him, and their strength was quite good, even at the level of Dalaran.

Mages are proud and do not easily bow their heads. They all come from commoner backgrounds and receive gifts from nobles to study magic.

Magic materials, magic courses, magic props, and everything else cost money, so every mage needs to accumulate a large amount of wealth.

Those without money can only sell themselves to the nobles, and both sides benefit.

These mages were sponsored by the royal family of Lordaeron and would serve Lordaeron for life after achieving success.

Arthas nodded slightly at the several magicians maintaining the teleportation array and then headed towards the main hall of the palace.

The hall was designed in the architectural style of the ancient Roman Empire, with the king sitting on the throne and several layers of small balconies around, each with a noble standing on it, fully leveraging their advantages.

Speeches could be enhanced by the echo, and the atmosphere would be more engaging.

Terenas sat on the throne like the ending of the Frozen Throne, wearing a crown adorned with exquisite jewels, with one hand supporting his cheek, looking somewhat drowsy.

On the nearby grandstand, another lord was giving a passionate speech, mostly praising Terenas and requesting the king's support for his own territory.

Bang!

Arthas, followed by two attendants, forcefully pushed open the heavy door, which weighed at least two hundred pounds.

As his level increased, his strength also grew stronger, not just in terms of combat power.

There would also be corresponding changes in his life, with greater strength and stronger recovery.

Approaching Terenas, Arthas, with his golden hair and armor covered in sword scars, drew his longsword and knelt down on one knee. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Oh, my child, you've returned. It seems you're in good spirits, very good. You've done well, you've made a remarkable contribution to the Alliance, eliminating the threat of the Red Dragon and causing the Red Dragon to slaughter a portion of the orcs. Very good. My child, what reward do you desire?" Terenas was very pleased with his child. A strong child would bring more prestige to the king and allow for better manipulation of power, as power is the foundation of politics, followed by strategy.

"This is what I should do, Your Majesty. I have an agreement with the Dragon Aspects to travel to the other side of the Great Sea after the war to help them fight against evil. If I can perform better, I may ask for the Dragon Aspects' reward to grant us greater longevity."

Arthas made Terenas an offer that the father could not refuse.