When Malone returned to the throne hall, the two guards were still there, but Benedictas didn't know where they had gone.

Marlon hesitated, then told the two guards about his finding of Arthas; It can be seen that both of them breathe a sigh of relief - despite the young age of Arthas, every Lordaeron wants their prince to be safe and sound, and the land has been protected from war for millennia under the rule of the Minethirs, and the prestige of the royal family of Lordaeron is second only to the Light in the hearts of the people.

The secret meeting in the throne room was not over for a long time, and Marlon leaned against the pillar on the opposite side of the corridor, chatting with the two guards to pass the time—he would rather make small talk with these two strangers from the kingdom of Lordaeron than go back to the common room and face Uther's old-fashioned face.

Marlon hadn't noticed it yet, but in fact, the two Lordaeron guards were already a little impatient with him - they were guards after all, and they had to obey the rules - if the captain of the guard saw them chatting while they were on duty...... Marlon is a guest, of course, he won't be punished, but these two guards can't escape punishment.

Fortunately, a pair of figures appeared at the other end of the corridor to free the two guards, because Marlon's attention was focused there.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia, Arthas...... How do you ......?"

Ma Long looked at the pair of siblings in front of him in surprise and asked.

"I'm going to wait here for Marlon what you said about Prince Varian, I can't wait to meet my new friend!"

Arthas said excitedly—he seemed to have just bathed. When he stayed in the garden with Marlon, his dirty hair and face were renewed, his torn clothes were removed, and his new white robes were covered with golden patterns. It looks very bright.

"Lord Marlon, Arthas told me what happened in the garden...... Thank you so much. ”

Kalia? Minahir, the princess of Lordaeron, bowed slightly, and then said to Marlon with a smile.

"You're welcome...... And I'm not much of an adult, just call me by my name. ”

Ma Long hurriedly said modestly - although the identity of the heir of the Lothar family is prominent, but this is Lordanlun, the pair of sisters and brothers in front of him. is the true owner of this palace.

"Isn't the meeting over yet? Isn't Prince Varian out yet? ”

Arthas had no interest in the ceremonial exchange between his sister and Malone, and he asked in an anxious tone as he stared at the closed door of the throne room.

"Of course not. There's so much going on in the South, I think...... To make this clear, and to discuss the future situation, my uncle, Mr. Fao, and Varian will not come out so quickly. ”

Malone explained to Arthas.

"That's right......"

Arthas pursed his lips in disappointment - a boy his age might have it all. But there's always a little less patience.

"That's right. Didn't you say you didn't want anyone else to know about it? Why did you tell ...... Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia? ”

Malone bent down slightly and whispered in Arthas's ear.

"Hee-hee...... Kalia is my sister, and she was told that it was okay, and that she would help me hide from my father and mother...... That's right, Kalia! ”

The breath of Marlon as he spoke made Arthas's ears itch a little, and he couldn't help but laugh, then dodged Malone and circled behind his sister Kalia. Pulling her arm, he said coquettishly.

"Of course. Marlon ...... Marlon, I have a good relationship with Alsace! He was a little naughty, but I wouldn't let my father know about it, and I didn't want to see him punished! ”

Kalia smiled at Marlon, rubbing her brother's blonde hair—he had just finished a shower, and he looked a little wet—and Arthas couldn't wait to dry his hair, so he hurriedly wiped it, and hurried to Marlon.

"Don't mess with my hair, Kalia, I'm not a child...... By the way, Malone, what the hell is going on in the South? ”

Arthas impatiently brushed away Kalia's arm that was caressing his hair, and curiously asked Malone the question.

"Southern ......"

Marlon looked a little dazed - even though he hadn't come into this world when Stormwind fell into the hands of the orcs; But that was almost the deepest memory of the original owner of this body before he died, and in retrospect, those terrible scenes still seem like they happened yesterday.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, Malone considered it and retold the events of the orc invasion full of killing and blood, violence and resistance in front of Arthas in as gentle language as possible.

Although he could have endured it, after telling the whole story, Malone still clenched his fists uncontrollably, and the strength was so great that the bulging knuckles in his hands turned pale—no one, after having experienced the hellish misery and death himself, could not bring it up again with composure—unless there was no trace of human blood and kindness in his body.

Not only Malone, but even the two Lordaeron guards who heard the story again were breathing a little shorter - they had never been to Stormwind in the south, and they had no relatives in that distant country, but that didn't stop their hatred for the green-skinned invaders - even if they didn't know each other, the humans of the south were their compatriots.

"This group ...... Murderer! This group of ...... Abominable intruder! ”

Arthas clenched his little fists tightly as well—his good upbringing made him scarcely able to describe the brutality and savagery of the orcs, which made his curses somewhat weak, but it was evident from his heaving chest that the young prince had never experienced such anger and indignation.

"We will definitely kill them back, and those invaders will have to pay the price—how many lives they have taken in Stormwind, that is, they must pay for it with ten times as many lives; No amount of blood they have created in Stormwind will have to be completely wiped out of our homeland after leaving a hundredfold of blood! ”

Malone squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth -- he couldn't help but think of a war that his homeland had experienced.

In that Great Patriotic War, the martyrs of Marlon's homeland fought back against the invaders and finally successfully repelled them; However, the price paid by those invaders was less than one-tenth of the trauma suffered by Malone's homeland.

This is undoubtedly a regrettable thing, but Malone vows not to let the same regret happen again in this world. (To be continued.) )