Alleria comforted her sister. How could she not feel a trace of conflict in her own heart? Part of her wanted her sister to remain chaste, yet another part wanted her sister to join her as her husband's spouse.
Then they could enjoy eternal life and always be together. Wouldn't that be nice? But as a wife, watching her husband molest her sister still made her feel a little uncomfortable.
After the two sisters finished talking, Sylvanas left with a complex expression. She had been humiliated! Although she hadn't been penetrated, Arthas had gone too far today, putting his hand in her pants, playing with her most private part, and bringing her to orgasm!
The thought of that ethereal pleasure of orgasm was something Sylvanas could never forget. Although being fondled was a shameful and humiliating experience, the pleasure made her very soul tremble.
The next day, Arthas went to Sylvanas's tent.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Sylvanas looked indignantly at Arthas. This guy was utterly disgusting.
Arthas took out the Life Essence and used it on Sylvanas. The moment the essence entered her body, Sylvanas felt a long-lost loosening of her power.
It was as if the power that had been stagnant for over three hundred years, without a hint of progress, had begun to churn. This was a sign of a breakthrough.
Seeing Sylvanas's eyes widen, Arthas seized the opportunity to kiss her red lips. Gazing at the stunningly beautiful face before him, the valiant and heroic Ranger-General was his true love.
"This is Life Essence, a very precious resource. Only those closest to me can use it. Sylvanas, take good care of yourself. Don't you die. You are mine!"
Watching Arthas leave, ripples spread through Sylvanas's heart. This man didn't seem so bad after all!
But soon, Sylvanas shook her head. "No, Sylvanas, that guy is a beast. You can't fall for his tricks!"
First forceful, then tender. Sylvanas couldn't quite figure Arthas out. He was clearly detestable, yet somehow he seemed quite likable. She couldn't bring herself to hate him at all.
The Alliance began its advance into the Swamp of Sorrows. The Stromgarde army was responsible for engaging the remaining Bloodhoof Clan to ensure the main force could pass through smoothly.
From the time the Horde began its attack on the six northern kingdoms, this war had been raging for nearly half a year.
The soldiers of both the Horde and the Alliance were exhausted, but Lothar used his unique charisma to continue bolstering morale for the fight against the Horde.
As long as they could utterly crush the Horde this time, a long period of peace would follow.
The Paladins took the lead, holding the front line. The number of Paladins had now grown from the initial five to twelve.
The current Paladins were still powerful, practically combining the roles of healing, defense, and damage output.
Each one's healing was comparable to a priest's, and they fought as bravely as any warrior.
The Paladins who came later were merely weakened versions, with many of the strict standards, such as the all-important loyalty, being lowered!
Arthas marched with his army, a unique force that was always the focus of the Alliance soldiers' attention. After all, it actually contained Orcs and all sorts of monsters; it didn't look like a regular army in any way.
This was an unavoidable situation. It took a full year of training for a human civilian to become a qualified soldier; otherwise, they were just a living target with a weapon in hand.
Almost every soldier was a warrior, capable of generating Rage and converting it into tangible support—not just impotent fury. The standards were high, making the cultivation of soldiers exceptionally difficult.
The surrounding environment gradually shifted from barren to patches of verdant green, which carried a humid scent. The road ahead began to turn muddy.
Marching through the swamp meant that besides fighting Orcs, they also had to be on guard against the local monsters. Many poisonous insects could be lethal, and the mosquitoes were the size of small dogs—a truly terrifying sight.
Arthas didn't think much of it, but the Elf Rangers disliked this kind of environment. They preferred dry forests, not this stinking swamp.
Who knew how many animal carcasses had drowned in it. The swamp also had its own unique Swamp Crocodiles lying in wait. If one fell into the marsh, it was already difficult to break free, let alone with crocodiles watching covetously from the side.
Jaina led the Elf Mages in using Frost Magic, freezing the swamp to create a Frost Path. The vermin and fish within were completely frozen, their death throes transformed into countless lifelike, miniature ice sculptures.
"Your Highness, your troop composition is truly luxurious," a man in his late twenties, clad in armor and riding a horse, approached with a gentle and agreeable smile.
"Prince Liam, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Arthas nodded at the man before him. Liam's talent as a warrior was not outstanding; one could even call it mediocre.
But as a prince, he had a very good reputation in Gilneas. And unlike other nobles, he did not indulge in a life of debauchery, but instead actively promoted the people's livelihood. Compared to King Greymane's advocacy for isolationism, he was more inclined to cooperate with the Alliance.
"Your Highness is truly a young hero. The army of Gilneas will also be following Your Highness's lead this time."
Liam's attitude was very gentle, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't bad-looking either. He was just a bit plain compared to Arthas, giving off a slightly suppressed feeling.
"Why don't we call each other by our names? No need for such formalities. I wonder if you're interested in doing business with me? Gilneas has many unique materials, and my domain has many Enchanted Products. Mutual exchange is the only way to bring progress; closing ourselves off does us no good,"
Arthas said with a smile.
He could talk to anyone who was willing to talk. Cooperation was always better than confrontation.
Of course, if the other party was an idiot, then there was no need to talk; there's no communicating with idiots.
"I'm very interested, but some matters are not for me to decide. I still need my father's consent." Liam didn't refuse, but he was a bit too obedient.
"It's just business, not involving any political interests. You and I are both princes, destined to become kings one day. But becoming a qualified king is difficult, let alone an outstanding one," Arthas sighed. Managing a kingdom was very difficult; at least, he wasn't ready for it yet.