Four years after the Dark Portal, the capital city of Lordaeron. The barbaric green-skinned orcs suddenly emerged from the portal, burning, killing, and plundering their way through, ultimately destroying the southern Kingdom of Stormwind. Without even a moment's rest, they regrouped and prepared for war, advancing north towards the six human kingdoms. The endless orc army was said to number close to half a million. Orcs were physically strong, almost twice the size of an adult man. Three well-trained soldiers could kill one orc soldier, but that was under the premise of being well-trained. However, humanity had been at peace for too long, and their armies were almost completely corrupted and lax, making the current battle particularly difficult.
Yet, at this critical moment of life and death, the nobles of the kingdom still had the leisure and time to hold banquets, as if the green-skinned orcs were not a threat. It was unclear whether their hearts were too big, or if they were truly ignorant and arrogant.
At least in Arthas's eyes, they were all parasites. A lord's lord was not his lord. A king's power was distributed among the nobles; the power he possessed was merely the greatest among many nobles, essentially just a grand noble, merely crowned with the title of king.
Arthas sat on a sofa in the grand hall, dressed in a proper suit. His gaze was steady, suppressing his emotions. From the day he was born, his soul, which came from Earth, had been somewhat bewildered.
Reincarnation was one thing, but how did he end up in this world filled with swords and magic? Even if it was reincarnation, he was still very young. He clearly remembered that night he was having a video lesson with various teachers from Japanese movies. After the ebb and flow, he fell asleep and woke up as a baby. This was utterly ridiculous!
Warcraft, he remembered this world. He had played this game before; it was very addictive, and a bit of a grind. What made him most unbearable was that he had actually become Arthas! The prince of Lordaeron, the most powerful human kingdom, the only legitimate prince, burdened with hope and attention from birth, and carrying immense pressure and responsibility. Being a king was not that easy! During the day, he studied martial arts with Muradin, the Dwarf King's brother, in the afternoon he learned the ways of the Holy Light with the priest bishop, and in the evening he had to study noble etiquette. Every day's schedule was meticulously arranged. To call him a prince was more like calling him a puppet. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to study. Born into an imperial family, sometimes it wasn't so happy and joyful. Arthas used to think this statement was just for show, but now he somewhat felt it deeply.
It wasn't that there were no benefits at all. At least Arthas enjoyed young maidservants massaging him during baths, lived in luxury, being fed and dressed by others. His material life was ten thousand times better than before his transmigration.
These were not the problems. The problem was that Arthas's fate was not good; a lot of people were eyeing him. The nobles in the kingdom were thinking of dividing his power and hollowing out his power as the crown prince. The future first Lich King wanted to turn him into a Death Knight who couldn't have sex. The noble ladies were thinking of forcing themselves on him. He felt so much pressure, and in a world where power was respected, the biggest fist was the truth.
"Ding, system correction complete, reactivating."
A voice that Arthas had never felt so wonderful resonated in his mind, causing a flicker of excitement in his calm eyes. As a transmigration, it would be embarrassing to go out and greet people without a system. Having a golden finger and not having one were two completely different things. With a golden finger, he could give someone a big slap without worrying about retaliation. Without a golden finger, he could only bitterly accept others' slaps to his face without being able to resist.
"Ding, activation complete. Scanning host information, generating template, applying template.
Ding, application successful."
"Ding, initial quest issued: The Free Prince."
"The Free Prince: What's the difference between a prince without personal freedom and livestock in captivity? Strive for enough freedom for yourself. Participate in the Orc War, command a team, and earn merit. Quest Reward: Language Mastery."
Arthas opened his system panel, which contained not only his detailed information but also the quest panel.
"Arthas: Race: Human. Age: Fourteen. Identity: Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron (can command armies of up to five hundred men). Class: Warrior/Paladin. Spouse: None. Reputation: One hundred." Stroking his chin, Arthas looked at the reputation column, and a detailed explanation appeared.
"Reputation represents character renown. The higher the reputation, the greater the discounts in communication and trade with various races. Some races require a certain reputation to initiate communication. It's always right to improve your reputation."
Looking at his classes, Arthas still chose Paladin specialization. While Warriors were indeed fierce in their charges, Paladins could better promote themselves and were easier to deceive others. As a prince, using the Holy Light to elevate his standing was not excessive, right? Since he was going to participate in battle, he had to choose a suitable class and specialization. Each class had three different specializations: offense, defense, and healing. Arthas pondered for a moment and chose the most stable specialization: Paladin – Protection.
"Ding, confirming selection of Protection specialization. Specialization cannot be changed after selection. Please confirm."
"I can't change my specialization? That's a bit of a trap!"
Arthas was a bit dumbfounded. This was completely different from the game, wasn't it? Well, it was indeed different. In the game, he could only drool over women, but in reality, he could play with all sorts of women. The thought of women got Arthas excited. If it was about protecting world peace or crushing all evil, he had no interest whatsoever. But if it was about launching a war to conquer more females, then he wouldn't be sleepy at all when discussing that topic; he'd be very energetic!
He seemed to imagine large-waisted, round-hipped female orcs with six-pack abs, athletic builds, sturdy thighs, and long, slender calves. Arthas grew excited. What could be more interesting than capturing enemy females? Female elves? Female dragons? Female dwarves? Female gnomes? A child would know that wanting them all would lead to kidney deficiency, but adults didn't care; of course, they wanted them all!
"Confirm!" Boom! A powerful burst of Holy Light erupted from Arthas, its dazzling radiance covering the entire banquet hall, unable to be concealed even by the castle.
All the guests, nobles, and guards present looked at their Prince Arthas in astonishment!
With fair skin that radiated a healthy glow. Rosy cheeks, a pair of standard almond-shaped eyes, faint, delicate brows, and small, red lips that were always pursed in a half-smile, the young girl watched her friend with astonished eyes. From her appearance, wasn't this Jaina, the filial daughter who betrayed her father? She and the original Arthas were truly a perfect match: one a father-killer, the other a father-betrayer, a match made in heaven! But undeniably, she was truly beautiful!