"Muradin, help me. You have not seen what I have seen, nor have you been forced to do what I have done. I want to end this plague and the threat to my people. Believe me, these sacrifices are insignificant compared to the survival of the people of Lordaeron." Arthas pleaded with Muradin in a very sincere tone.
"Damn it, young man," he said, his brows furrowed. Dwarves were always the most loyal of friends. "Let's go."
"Thank you very much, Muradin," Prince Arthas replied, and secretly made up his mind, "I will let Uther, Jaina and the others see that I have not shirked my duties. It is because of my determination to do what the weak would retreat that my people have survived."
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In the woods, Claudia and her group trudged along. The path was difficult to follow, and in many places, trees had to be cut down to facilitate passage. Although exhausting, the news of returning home energized everyone. Riven enthusiastically asked Claudia questions about the teachings of the Holy Light, and Claudia responded one by one, drawing on her memory or her own understanding of the answers.
"We're almost at the seashore," James said, accompanied by several of his followers. "It's been six months. I can't wait to get back to the territory and taste the rainbow-finned fish from the lake in Fenris."
"Maybe. I always have a bad feeling." Claudia responded. She was the only one among these people who did not have much hope for the future.
"Relax, Honey, the war is over. We'll be able to board the ship and start our journey home soon."
The group was finally about to walk out of the forest, but found that the soldiers in front had stopped. The huge flames illuminated the dim sky, and the burning ships emitted a huge light. Many soldiers were so shocked that they could not make any sound for a while, until a loud bang was heard. It was the sound of the flagship's keel burning off, causing the ship to break into two pieces. Many people let out desperate wails, and the sound of flames licking the oil-soaked wood was so loud that their cries were drowned out for a long time.
Several figures were also standing on the shore watching all this happen. The leader was a blond man in heavy armor. His blue cloak was stained with blood and scratches. His eyes were filled with anger and fatigue. He was the leader of this army, Prince Arthas.
He faced the angry soldiers and pointed his warhammer back at the figures on the sea who were riding on several small wooden boats loaded with supplies. The warhammer in his hand no longer emitted holy light, and he shouted loudly: "These monsters took away our supplies and burned our ships. Kill them!" Then he took the lead to face the frost trolls.
The soldiers, their eyes red, followed closely behind. The battle was brief and clean, with no prisoners taken. Some frost trolls wanted to say something, but unfortunately the human soldiers could not understand the troll language. Even if they could understand, their hopes were so high, and when their hopes were dashed, the anger that followed was just as fierce, enough to tear everything into pieces.
"Damn it." James' face turned pale and he turned to face Claudia. In his memory, he had never lost his composure like this before. "What do you know?"
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