In the darkness for four years, the capital of Lordaeron. The savage green-skinned orcs suddenly emerged from the portal, burning, killing, and pillaging as they went, destroying the southern Kingdom of Stormwind. Without taking a breath, they continued to prepare for war, advancing towards the six northern human kingdoms.
The endless orc army is said to number nearly five hundred thousand. Orcs are strong, nearly double the size of adult men, and it takes three trained soldiers to kill one orc soldier, and that is under the premise of being well-trained. However, humans have been at peace for too long, and their armies have become corrupt and lax; facing this battle is particularly difficult.
Yet, at this moment of life and death, the nobles in the kingdom still have the time and inclination to hold banquets as if those green-skinned orcs pose no threat. It's hard to tell if they have too much bravado or are simply ignorant and arrogant. At least in Arthas's eyes, they are a bunch of parasites, and the lord of lords is not my lord.
The power of a king is dispersed among the nobles, and the power he possesses is merely the greatest among many nobles, essentially just a great noble, only crowned with the title of king.
Arthas, dressed in a suitable suit, sat on the sofa in the hall, his gaze steady, suppressing his emotions. Since the day he was born, this soul from Earth has been somewhat confused. Reincarnation is fine, but how did he end up in this world filled with swords and magic?
Even if he is reincarnated, he is still very young; he still remembers that night when he was video teaching with his teachers from Japanese movies. After the tide went out, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he had turned into a baby – this is just nonsense!
He remembers this world, having played this game, which is quite addictive and also a bit painful. What he finds hardest to bear is that he actually became Arthas! The prince of the most powerful human kingdom, Lordaeron, the only legitimate heir, carrying hope and attention from birth, also bearing immense pressure and responsibility.
Being a king is not easy! During the day, he learns martial arts from the dwarf king's brother, Muradin; in the afternoon, he learns the Holy Light from the priest; at night, he must learn noble etiquette. Every day's schedule is meticulously arranged.
Although he is a prince, it feels more like being a puppet. Whether he likes it or not, he has to learn. Being born into a royal family isn't always that happy and carefree, a statement Arthas thought was just bragging, but now he feels it quite deeply.
It's not that there are no benefits; at least Arthas enjoys the soft hands of young maids during his baths, dressed in fine clothes, eating delicious meals, and his material life is a thousand times better than before he was reborn.
These are not the problems; the problem is that Arthas's fate is not very good, as many people have their eyes on him. The nobles in the kingdom are eyeing the division of his power, attempting to undermine his authority as heir.
The future Lich King plans to turn him into an uncontrollable death knight, while the ladies among the nobles think about pursuing him. He feels a tremendous amount of pressure, and in a world where strength is paramount, truth equates to might.
"Ding, system correction completed, starting to reactivate."
A voice that Arthas had never felt was so wonderful echoed in his mind, which brought a flicker of excitement to his calm gaze. As a traveler, it is embarrassing to greet people without a system. Having a golden finger versus not having one is a completely different matter.
With a golden finger, one can receive a big bag of goodies without worrying about retaliation; without a golden finger, one can only helplessly accept being slapped in the face by others' big bags without the ability to resist.
"Ding, activation complete, scanning host information, generating template, applying template. Ding, application successful."
"Ding, releasing initial task, the Free Prince."
"Free Prince: What difference is there between a prince without freedom and livestock raised in captivity? Strive to gain freedom for myself. Participate in the orc war, command a team, and earn merit. Task reward: Language Mastery." Arthas opened the panel in his system, which not only contained his detailed information but also the task panel.
"Arthas: Race: Human. Age: Fourteen. Identity: Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron (capable of commanding an army of less than five hundred). Profession: Warrior/Paladin. Spouse: None. Reputation: One hundred." Rubbing his chin, Arthas looked at the reputation section, where a detailed explanation appeared.
"Reputation represents character notoriety; the higher the reputation, the more discounts are available when communicating and trading with various races. Certain races require a certain level of reputation to reopen communication, so increasing your reputation is always a good idea."
Looking at his profession, Arthas still chose Paladin specialization. Although the Warrior's rampage is indeed fierce, a Paladin can better promote oneself and is more capable of deceiving others. As a prince, using the Holy Light to elevate his standing is not too much to ask, right?
Since he had to participate in battles, he must choose a suitable profession and specialization. Each profession has three different specializations: output, defense, and healing. Arthas pondered for a moment before choosing the safest specialization, Paladin - Guardian. "Ding, confirming choice of Guardian specialization, specialization choice cannot be changed, please confirm."
"Can't change specialization yet? That's a bit of a setback!" Arthas was somewhat dumbfounded; this is not at all the same as in the game. Well, it is indeed different; in the game, one could only watch women drool, whereas in reality, one could engage with various women. The thought of women made Arthas invigorated; he had no interest in any nonsense about protecting world peace or crushing evil.
However, if it were about waging war to conquer more females, then discussing that topic would definitely keep him awake and energized! The thought of a voluptuous orc woman, with strong legs and a well-toned body, excited him.
What could be more interesting than capturing female enemies? Female elves? Female dragons? Female dwarves? Female gnomes? Every child knows they all have issues, but adults don't care; of course, they want them all!
"Confirm!"
Buzz! A powerful Holy Light erupted from Arthas, shining brightly and illuminating the entire banquet hall, even the castle could not hide it.
All the guests, nobles, and guards present looked at their prince Arthas in astonishment! His fair skin radiated a healthy glow. With a delicate face, a pair of standard almond-shaped eyes, lightly arched brows, and small red lips that always appeared to smile, the girl looked at her friend with surprise. From her appearance, isn't this Jaina, the famous filial daughter? In fact, she and the original Arthas really were a perfect pair—the male tyrant and the female humble servant! However, it cannot be denied that she is indeed beautiful!