"Lireesa Windrunner, from this moment on, in the name of saving Quel'Thalas, you will serve Prince Arthas of Lordaeron. Your family and your private soldiers will all belong to Prince Arthas. Your lands will be managed by the royal court. I wish you all the best." Anasteria read the final order to Lireesa. Exchanging a Ranger family for reinforcements from Lordaeron was already the best way to cut their losses.
"As you wish. We will obey the order. Please allow me to call you Your Majesty one last time. The Windrunner Family will not tarnish the name of Quel'Thalas!" Lireesa knew what was coming had finally come. "Your Majesty, please release Sylvanas. She is now a subordinate of His Highness Arthas." Lireesa bowed respectfully, making a clean break with the past.
"That is as it should be." Anasteria clapped his hands, and a handmaiden naturally escorted Sylvanas out. She had only been confined to her room, not imprisoned. She had not committed a crime worthy of that.
Although Sylvanas was dissatisfied with the royal family and the council, she couldn't help but bristle upon hearing that she had been given away.
"We guarded the borders for Quel'Thalas, only to be traded away like goods in the end?"
"Accept your fate. Come with me to take charge of your subordinates. We'll repel the Horde first, and talk about everything else later." Arthas sized up the legendary Banshee Queen. At this time, Sylvanas still had the appearance of a High Elf, with fair skin, golden hair hidden under a hood, and a delicate, oval face paired with a resolute gaze. She had the air of a steel rose.
Sylvanas raised an eyebrow, feeling no goodwill toward her new master. According to the order, they were now effectively Arthas's private property. The three sisters, his private property? What a bold thought. Was he not afraid she would stab him to death?
"Ding! Quest 'Alleria's Marriage' has been completed."
"Alleria's Marriage: You must persuade Alleria's parents to marry their daughter to you, and you need the Silvermoon Council's approval for Alleria to marry you, a foreigner. Quest Reward: Alleria becomes your spouse, professional skills advance, Ranger training option added to Barracks."
"Ding! Alleria Windrunner is now your spouse."
"Alleria: Race: High Elf. Age: 1,877.
Status: Spouse.
Skills: Ranger General, Advanced Tactics, Golden Noble, Nature's Affinity, Virtuous Housekeeper.
Ranger General: Increases the attack power and movement speed of the domain's Ranger Corps by 20%, increases their range by 20%, and reduces their training time by 50%.
Advanced Tactics: The domain's armies can never be ambushed.
Nature's Affinity: Increases the domain's crop harvest by 10%. When the nature proportion exceeds 30%, crop harvest is increased by an additional 10%.
Golden Noble: Increases the price of luxury goods produced in the domain by 20% and makes it a popular venue for noble banquets.
Virtuous Housekeeper: Increases the domain's tax revenue by 20%, decreases maintenance costs by 20%, and increases children's learning speed by 20%."
The continuous stream of notifications sent a wave of uncontrollable joy through Arthas, making him all the more eager to establish his own domain. Good heavens, this was a truly virtuous wife and loving mother! She could even boost his children's learning speed. If that wasn't a virtuous wife and loving mother, what was?
Alleria, who was busy directing her troops to cover the civilian retreat, also froze for a moment. She felt as if she had been bound to something—to her man, Arthas!
Sure enough, the next second, she saw Arthas approaching with her mother and sister. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, afraid she was seeing things. She could spot movement a thousand meters away, yet now she worried her eyes were playing tricks on her. It was a heart-wrenchingly endearing gesture.
"Alleria, I'm here. King Anasterian has married you to me. The Windrunner Family and the Ranger Corps under your command are all mine now." Arthas laughed heartily as he strode forward and pulled the Ranger General, her pretty face smudged with black soot, into his arms.
"Really?" Alleria asked in pleasant surprise, ignoring the astonished gazes of her compatriots around them.
"He's right, Your Highness. For now, let's focus on how to repel the Orcs," Lireesa's arrival was undoubtedly a confirmation of Arthas's words. Now that the deal was done, it was time to deal with the Orcs.
At the same time, the King's decree spread, stunning every High Elf who heard it. Alleria of the Windrunner Family was to marry the prince of Lordaeron, and the Windrunner Family would assist the prince in continuing the fight against the Orcs. The message was brief, but its content was explosive. It was as if someone had kicked a hornet's nest!
Vereesa walked over, and the three beautiful sisters stood together. Alleria, the mature and commanding older sister; Sylvanas, the poised and heroic middle sister; and Vereesa, the youthful and lively younger sister, each with her own unique charm.
"This is outrageous! How could they let our eldest sister marry a human prince!"
Arthas rubbed his nose. "I'm the prince you're talking about."
"Ah! You!" Vereesa sized up Arthas with curiosity, clearly wondering how he had managed to win her sister's heart.
"Alright, little sister, stop fooling around. The problem now is how to repel the Horde. Arthas, what are your thoughts?" Alleria knew what was important. They were husband and wife now. Although it was a bit sudden and they hadn't had a wedding yet, none of that mattered. What mattered was that her family could be together again, whole and undivided.
"My army won't arrive for another day. My idea is to hold out for one day," Arthas had many ideas—water attacks, fire attacks. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen a pig run.
"How do we hold out? There are too many Orcs, and Trolls, those damned Trolls!" Sylvanas's voice was ice-cold, her gaze filled with deep hatred for the Trolls.
"Just like this." After speaking, Arthas drew his shield and longsword and charged toward a massive Gronn that was attacking the city. He rushed forward with a warrior's charge. Before becoming a Paladin, he had been a warrior. It was perfectly normal for a car mechanic to carry a wrench, wasn't it?
"You fool! That's a Gronn! They're incredibly strong! Even the Spellbreakers can't stop them!" Sylvanas couldn't help but shout. She thought he had some brilliant idea, but it turned out he was just a brute.