Sylvanas was convinced that Arthas had coerced her big sister, Alleria. Her sister must have sacrificed her body to the tiger to protect them. It was all Arthas's fault! The more she thought about it, the more disgusted she became with Arthas, yet she had no way to resist.
The Windrunner family was already subordinate to Arthas, sold to him in a package deal by Silvermoon City. Even her own father and mother had been saved by Arthas. What could she do?
After venting, the moment he ejaculated his semen, Arthas felt his mind clear up considerably. At least he was no longer so anxious and violent; all that remained was tranquility.
He opened his panel to confirm his current attributes.
"Arthas:
Race: Human.
Age: Fourteen.
Level: 40.
Attributes: Strength: (100) 500, Agility: (50) 450, Intellect: (80) 480, Mastery: (100) 500, Versatility: (100) 500, Critical Strike: 60% (against same-level enemies, increases/decreases by 1% for each level of difference), Critical Strike Damage: 250%. Block: 100%.
Spouses: Four. Onyxia (Black Dragon Queen), Priscilla Ashvane, Taria (Queen Mother of Stormwind), Alleria Windrunner. Offspring: None."
Without realizing it, he already had four spouses. Only Alleria could accompany him long-term. Onyxia was still cleaning up the black dragonflight's mess and dealing with matters at Wyrmrest Temple, fulfilling her duties as the Earth-Warder. His little aunt, Lady Ashvane, had to manage Kul Tiras's trade and didn't have much time either. As for Taria, unless he successfully crossed the sea, she was safer staying in Lordaeron.
Alleria was drying her hair, a bath towel wrapped around her body and tied in a knot at her chest. "Husband, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how to repel the Orcs. With the Trolls joining them, we'll need Lothar to deal with the Orcs at Talon Peak Mountain before we can launch a pincer attack to have a chance at victory," Arthas didn't hide anything. Although he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the affairs of the Alliance and the Horde, war often brought with it huge business opportunities. If his little aunt weren't controlling Lordaeron's shipping lanes, the Goblins would have long since come to make a fortune from the war; they wouldn't care who won.
"There will always be a way. I received news that Prince Kael'thas has returned," Alleria said, leaning against the man's chest, her pretty face flushed. After going at it in the bathroom for half an hour, her legs were still a bit weak.
"Returned to compete for prestige?" Arthas stroked his chin. He never had much of an impression of Kael'thas, just a miserable prince. It wasn't that he was particularly powerful or smart; he was just the elven version of Arthas. But at least Arthas became the Lich King, while Kael'thas was just a tool.
"Probably. The truth is, the king has always been suppressed by the Silvermoon Council. The Silvermoon Council controls Silvermoon City. Even activating the Sunwell requires the Silvermoon Council's assistance, so having Kael'thas return is a helpless choice," Alleria was well-informed about these secrets, even though she wasn't a gossip and wasn't even very interested in these matters. But she still knew about these schemes. When power is held for too long, it easily corrupts.
That night, Arthas was inspecting the military camp. Marlene had already led the Expeditionary Force to set up camp in a corner of Silvermoon City. It consisted of Naga, Gnolls, humans, and a portion of Orcs. At first, it nearly caused a war. Fortunately, both sides exercised restraint, or they would have started fighting prematurely.
"Your Highness, you come from a prestigious noble family. How can you use these lowly, filthy races?" a council member mocked in a passive-aggressive tone. Seeing the so-called Naga and Orcs, he couldn't help but feel scornful, a sense of superiority he couldn't hide.
"Then how did Silvermoon City get beaten by the races you speak of to the point of needing to call for aid?" Arthas looked at the old elf before him with a half-smile. Pulling rank based on age?
"You! Your Highness, Orcs cannot be trusted!" The old elf was so angry his nose was crooked. Were all young people these days so aggressive?
"What my soldiers are like is none of your business! What do Lordaeron's affairs have to do with Silvermoon City! Don't you dare push your luck with me, old man. I'm only showing you any respect for the king's sake, otherwise, you're not even worth a pile of shit in my eyes. I'm telling you, if even a single item of the supplies I need is withheld, I'll assume you're the one causing trouble and dragging down the allied forces. You want to bury all of Silvermoon City for your own selfish reasons!" Arthas roared aggressively, showing no courtesy whatsoever to this old fool.
"You! You!" The old elf trembled with rage. Everything he had been planning to do was completely exposed, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. This was not at all how a nobleman was supposed to act. There should have been a back-and-forth of mutual probing. How could he be so crude!
"My apologies, Your Highness. This was our oversight. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Kael'thas. I've often heard Jaina speak of you. Hello, Jaina. I never expected to see you here." A handsome High Elf walked over. He had the classic appearance of a fire mage, which wasn't just similar to his model in Warcraft—it was identical. He wore a cloak and cape, and three Arcane Orbs perpetually floated above his head, simulating the form of fire. It was said that this was a way to train one's control over the arcane, further enhancing one's mastery.
"Hello, Kael'thas. Let's skip the pleasantries and just use our names. Our goal is clear: wipe out the Orcs. Everything else is secondary, wouldn't you agree?" Arthas extended his hand to Kael'thas, offering a handshake.
Kael'thas frowned imperceptibly but still extended his hand to shake Arthas's. His objective was also clear: to build his prestige in the war, win the support of Silvermoon's citizens, and eventually overthrow the Silvermoon Council that lorded over the king, taking back the power that was rightfully his. "Yes, our goals are aligned."
"Jaina is my fiancée. She came with me to learn and to face the cruelty of war. This is the main theme of survival; geniuses aren't made in ivory towers." Arthas wrapped his arm around Jaina, declaring his sovereignty.