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Dunhor Castle is connected to Alterac and Arathi Highlands. A fortress, a castle, a prisoner of war camp, no matter how you call it, almost one-third of the Horde prisoners are held here. A few days ago,

Thanos heard that a duel performance was about to be held there. This was not a strange thing, but Nathanos discovered that every time such a performance was held in this place, Lordaeron would give them money.

When it comes to prisoner of war camp expenses.

"Father is calling us."

Nathanos recovered and found Terenas and Uther smiling at them, and Arthas had already walked over. Nathanos quickly followed.

"What's the matter, father?" Arthas asked. He wanted to leave early and prepare to go to Durnhall Castle. If possible, it would be best not to have any servants to follow him, so that he could be more free. Of course,

This is impossible and Terenas would never agree to it.

"Do you have any special activities tomorrow?" the old king asked. In fact, he was asking Nathanos, because Arthas's civilian friends and his personal guards would not lie or hide anything.

"We intend to go to Durnhall Castle, Your Majesty."

"Dunhall Castle? Are you going to watch a duel show?" Terenas looked deliberately unhappy because he was just having fun.

Seeing his father's face, Arthas felt that this trip was going to be ruined, but Nathanos's voice sounded behind him again.

"Yes, Your Majesty. But I believe that His Highness the Prince will definitely gain a lot from this trip. He can inspect it for you to ensure that the money the Kingdom gives to Dunhall Castle from time to time is used in meaningful ways.

place."

Terenas laughed and told the two young men that he was just joking.

"In fact, this is also the last time Arthas may be able to play. You know, he is about to study with Muradin."

"I understand that this trip will not last more than a week, I want you to guarantee it." Nathanos glanced at Arthas.

"Very good." Terenas touched his chin, and then he and Uther smiled at each other. Nathanos looked at them strangely, feeling like he had been trapped just now.

"Arthas?" Terenas asked.

"What's the matter, father?"

"Are you a responsible person?"

"Of course." The young prince replied almost without thinking.

"Excellent." The king smiled again and continued: "I think you are old enough to take on responsibilities and even accept some small tasks. Are you willing?"

Damn it! Nathanos cursed in his mind, there must be some trouble again. Rather than saying it was Alsace's mission, it was his own, because no matter what kind of problem he had, he had to solve it himself.

"I do, Father."

Terenas nodded with satisfaction, then turned to the two girls in the distance and shouted: "Callia, come here." He stretched out his hand to signal.

"Let me introduce you." Terenas put his hands on the shoulders of the girl next to Calia and brought her to Nathanos and Arthas. "This is Jaina Proudmoore.

She is our honored guest."

"Hello." Jaina smiled, and her lively aura made Arthas a little overwhelmed. Only now did he realize that not all aristocratic girls were as gentle and graceful as his sister Calia, as in the old portraits.

Classic beauty.

"Hello... hello, I'm Arthas." He replied nervously. Compared to his clumsy self, Nathanos just nodded slightly and said his name briefly.

"Nathanos Marris."

"Jaina is going to Dalaran to study magic, and you might be going there on your way to Dunhor Castle, so..."

"We will escort this lady to Dalaran." Arthas said excitedly and laughed. Jaina also smiled gratefully at him and glanced at the somewhat indifferent Nathanos, who seemed

Some don't care.

"Your Majesty." Nathanos suddenly thought of something, "If this is the case, I'm afraid that in terms of time..."

"Ten days, is that enough?"

"Yes, that's enough!"

Arthas almost jumped for joy. Looking at Jaina's every move, he always felt that she often went hiking and spent a lot of time in outdoor activities. They could be good playmates.

"I'm proud of you, Arthas." His father said, pulling him out of his thoughts. Terenas patted Nathanos' shoulder as he left.

"give it to you."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

At this time, Arthas wanted to say that he could protect himself and did not need Nathanos to take care of him all the time, but when he thought of Nathanos and Muradin seeing him competing with the imaginary orcs, he did not dare to say this again.

nonsense.

They set off the next day, but the beginning of the trip made Nathanos very dissatisfied - they set off too late.

It has been a week since Jaina Proudmoore accepted the warm hospitality of the Menethil family as a distinguished guest, and during this time she has been with Calia. Arthas inquired and found out that this girl was not a strict punctual person.

Of course, he doesn't mind, and he's not in a hurry to get on the road.

There were not many followers, but the speed was indeed too slow for Nathanos. He was not an impatient person, but the waste of time really made him a little angry.

"Your Highness, with your permission, we are going to spend the night in Ambermere." One of Alsace's subordinates ran over and asked him.

"Of course, we originally planned to accept local hospitality. It is not appropriate for a lady to eat and sleep in the wild."

"No, let's continue on our way. I can reach Dalaran tomorrow. And I'm not a weak little girl." Jaina shook her head.

Alsace is in a bit of a dilemma. If this is the case, they will have to camp overnight in the Hillsbrad Hills.

"Nathanos?" The prince suddenly realized that Nathanos beside him had not spoken, and he couldn't help but asked curiously.

"It's up to you."

"Uh, okay, let's continue on our way as Jaina said."

Jaina smiled back at him and returned to the carriage.

While the servants were setting up camp, Nathanos began to understand the surrounding situation. He climbed a hill and looked around. To the west, he could see Ambermere's small farm, Baron Silvaline's

The castle is at the farthest point. Looking eastward, the outline of Dalaran has vaguely appeared in front of him. But Nathanos is more concerned about the prisoner of war camp south of Dalaran City. Since the end of the Second Orc War, the Orcs have

People were imprisoned in those camps, and now more than one such internment camp has been established in Lordaeron.

"Nathanos!" Arthas was calling him.

"What's wrong?"

"Here you go." The prince handed him a piece of bread.

Nathanos took it and looked at it, frowning. "I remember there were no magicians among the people accompanying me. Where did this quick magic bread come from?"

"Wow, you definitely know this is magic bread, how do you tell the difference?"

"Answer my question first."

"Of course, it was made by Gianna. She just made these breads and some water out of thin air."

Nathanos squinted his eyes and looked at Jaina who was distributing food and drink in the distance. When the girl wiped the water droplets from her forehead, she noticed Nathanos' gaze and nodded slightly to him with a smile.

"Take it." Nathanos returned the bread to Arthas and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"
Chapter completed!