Heaven knows what's wrong with His Majesty, demanding that the fierce Rakshasa warriors learn mercy. This is several times more difficult than asking the orcs to learn to be Rakshasa's subordinates.
In the former palace of Lay, a blurry figure sat on the chair representing the ruler, while his subordinates included not only Rakshasa but also powerful orcs.
“Your Majesty Arthas, our men cannot find enough food outside the city, and we hope to receive some more from within the city!” said an elderly orc with a white beard to Arthas, who was sitting in a chair.
"Oh? Old Dak, the Rakshasa people get two catties of grain a day, while you orcs get three catties. Now you're saying it's not enough? Do you think this is the old days? Are we going to give you all the grain so you can starve to death?" As soon as the old orc finished speaking, a Rakshasa general got upset and jumped out to argue with the old orc Dak.
“General Ivan, we orcs are stronger than you, so naturally we need to eat more, and... you have meat to eat in the city, but we don't…”
"You orcs used to have meat to eat, but we didn't. Back then, you only gave us a pound of grain every two days. How are we treating you now? Have any of you starved to death? We used to have people starving to death every day!"
"General Ivan, we have an alliance. You must feed us well, otherwise we will not accept your alliance even if we all die in battle!"
"Dak, your high priest has been defeated by our emperor. You are not allied with us, you are... surrendering!"
“Ivan, His Majesty Arthas possesses the power of our orcish high shamans, which is why we allied with the Rakshasa. We are not surrendering!”
"Heh!...Ptooey..." Ivan glanced at the old orc with disdain and spat on the ground.
"You bastard, you have insulted old Dark! Today, let us duel before His Majesty Arthas!" Dark was indeed old, but the glory of his ancestors still permeated his bones. He challenged the Rakshasa Ivan to a duel.
"...No dueling, Ivan. Give them some meat...and never...mention surrender again..."
If Heather, Qin Mo, and Prometheus were to hear this voice, they would surely recall the terrifying figure on the White Sea. However, Arthas at that time had clearly just gained immense power and was in a very confused state.
Now, he has changed. Perhaps even he himself doesn't understand whether he is Arthas or the Great Shaman of the Orcs.
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