After a passionate reunion, the long-awaited charge was naturally exceptionally intimate.
Blonde hair, big moves!
She must be protected by him; all orcs and blue dragons can go eat shit!
As Jaina was enjoying the tender intimacy, she suddenly heard some bad news, and her flushed, pretty face instantly turned pale.
"You're going to marry a high elf?!"
Her tone was filled with surprise, disbelief, and a hint of anger!
A scoundrel pulls up his pants and denies everything, but this prince is even worse; he hasn't even pulled up his pants yet and he's already denying everything!
Arthas held Jaina tightly and comforted her.
"I will also marry you, and you can only marry me."
"This is King Terenas' will. I will marry you and Sylvanas at the same time. You've met that prophet in Dalaran, haven't you?"
He changed the subject and, incidentally, reassured her.
Upon hearing Arthas' words, Jaina's panicked heart gradually calmed, but she was still somewhat unwilling.
"I've met him. He went to see my teacher, Antonidas. But why is King Terenas doing this?"
If she didn't figure out this question, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
Right... he was throwing his father under the bus.
Lying was not something a paladin should do, but he was the crown prince!
"That prophet is Medivh. He was previously possessed by Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion."
"After his soul wandered for many years, he was resurrected by his mother, Aegwynn."
"Because of Sargeras' possession, he knows some of The Legion's plans. This undead Scourge is a prelude to the invasion."
Arthas' words were mostly true with one fabrication; even if investigated, no flaws would be found.
Jaina instantly reacted, her brows tightly furrowed.
"So this is an arrangement for a marriage alliance with Quel'Thalas?"
Such a measure would only be taken to prepare for an unbeatable, powerful enemy. Although she didn't approve, she understood.
"I'll tell you a secret: I've partnered with the dragon aspects, and I also have the blessing of Azeroth. We will live very long lives, even longer than the high elves."
He modified the persuasion he used on Sylvanas, still mostly true with one fabrication.
Jaina studied very diligently in Dalaran, where the collection of books was extensive, and she knew a fair bit about ancient secrets.
It was the first time she had heard about the Titans, and also the first time she knew about the existence of World Souls.
Blessings were something only deities could bestow. Her fiancé was actually blessed by a Titan?
"Then, will you marry that elf?"
Jaina burrowed her head further into his embrace. After processing the immense amount of information, she had begun to believe and to let go.
If all forces that could be united were to be united, then a marriage alliance was indeed a good method.
Furthermore, Jaina had been present when Medivh went to Dalaran and had heard those words.
Compared to the kingdoms, which were too large and established to easily leave, she was alone and thus more inclined to believe these words.
"Yes, Jaina. You are my future wife. I won't hide anything from you, and I will always protect you. I'm sorry!"
Arthas admitted it openly, though his expression was somewhat remorseful.
Her delicate hand gently caressed his furrowed brow, and her red lips initiative moved to his, a fleeting kiss.
"You don't need to feel guilty, Arthas. I'm glad you were honest with me."
"I won't blame you. I am your wife. No matter what difficulties we face, I will always stand by your side and face them with you."
Jaina's blue, jewel-like eyes were full of tenderness. She could feel his sincerity towards her; everything was for a better tomorrow!
She could accept polygamy because her father was such a man, coupled with Arthas' honesty.
Now, she had given her most precious things to Arthas, and being childhood sweethearts, staying together was the best and most desired outcome.
Jaina secured!
The next day, the march towards Andorhal continued.
As soon as they reached the outskirts of the town, a large number of undead immediately poured out of the forest.
In addition to low-level skeleton warriors, archers, and zombies, there were also more than a dozen gargoyles in the sky, and on the ground, more than ten three-meter-tall Abominations, pieced together from corpses!
"Form ranks, engage the enemy, kill!"
"Sylvanas, pay attention to scouting the vicinity, and monitor the undead's subsequent movements."
"Jaina, you and the Mage Corps and musketeers are responsible for sniping the gargoyles in the sky."
Arthas raised his warhammer, and a Holy Light struck an abomination in the distance, blasting its corpse away.
"Azeroth protects us, Lordaeron endures forever, kill!"
He charged out first, alongside Grom, leaving Mograine in charge of commanding the army.
The two sides clashed, the infantry raising their shields to defend, while the infantry behind them focused on killing the undead.
The musketeers were at the rear, their black powder rifles firing bullet after bullet, riddling the ghouls with holes.
Although Mograine had a fiery temper and hated evil, he was, after all, a hero who had made his name in the Second Orcish War, and he commanded the soldiers in an orderly manner.
These undead attacked without any strategy, only knowing to charge headlong, with no alternating ranged and close-quarters fire, nor any Mage Corps for cover.
They appeared formidable, but in reality, as long as the first wave of attack was withstood, subsequent harvesting could be continuous.
The newly resurrected Skeleton Warriors were very fragile; ancient bones shattered with a touch, and rusted weapons only left a white mark on armor.
A gargoyle seized an opportunity and charged at an elven priestess below, seemingly about to snatch her and tear her apart in the sky.
A sudden ice ball appeared, and a layer of ice shards floated around the gargoyle, its movement speed abruptly slowing.
Whoosh!
Another magical arrow flew in, shattering the frozen gargoyle.
Perfect coordination!
Jaina and Sylvanas exchanged glances, nodding slightly in unison. With a great enemy before them, all jealousy was forgotten.
They were both strong women. They could see Arthas' boundless future achievements, and the women who could stay by his side would naturally be those who could assist him, not just pretty vases!
Grom in front roared excitedly, solid waves of rage swirling around him, this was the energy unique to warriors.
Having been beaten for so long, he wanted to unleash all that rage on these ugly undead.
It definitely wasn't because of the free food and lodging he'd received lately!
What angered him even more was seeing orc undead within the undead forces, clearly orc skeletons with Horde markings.
"You desecrators of the Horde, die!"
Arthas didn't shout; he only needed to be an arrowhead, piercing through the undead line. The valor of a fierce general could boost morale and overcome fear.
Critical Strike experience +1
Bash experience +1
Give him some more time, and max-level Critical Strike and Bash would show the Lich King why flowers are so red!
In the distance, Kel'Thuzad watched all of this, observing the enraged prince, and his plan advanced another step.
A dreadlord, over two meters tall, with a pair of bat wings on its back and horns on its head, was also watching everything.
Besides observing the Lich King's chosen spokesman, it also had the intention of monitoring Kel'Thuzad.
The archenemy had appeared: the dreadlord, Mal'Ganis!