Grabbing Calia's golden hair, Arthas thrust forcefully. Calia felt a bit uncomfortable, but she did not stop her lover. She loved Arthas dearly and was willing to do anything for her brother.
She held onto her brother's thighs with her hands, allowing him to use her mouth as a tool for release. After dozens of thrusts, Arthas pushed himself completely into his sister's mouth and groaned, ejaculating in waves. It flowed from her esophagus into her stomach, spraying for over ten seconds before stopping.
As he pulled out, his member made a lewd popping sound as it left Calia's red lips, and her cheeks flushed slightly while her beautiful eyes glistened with moisture; a bit of semen dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you, my love. Calia, from now on you will be my wife. I will give you a proper explanation so you can live freely and happily." Arthas kissed Calia's forehead and stroked her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of a young girl.
Calia tightly hugged Arthas, saying, "Mm, I believe you, my husband!" After that, she lowered her head shyly, referring to her brother as husband, which seemed somewhat absurd; to a well-behaved girl like her, it was the most anticipated and desired thing to do. After a moment of tenderness, Arthas reluctantly left Calia's room.
To be fair, mature women are very suitable for love; they are perfect for releasing beastly desires. With a mature body and rich experience, they also know how to care for and please a man, gaining the greatest sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in lovemaking.
The next day, after being dressed by a maid, Arthas went to find Calia. He had promised to take her on this expedition, and he would keep that promise. Today, Calia was radiant, wearing a proper priest robe with soft armor for protection underneath.
With Arthas's increased strength and contributions to the Alliance, his words carried more weight in front of Terenas. Therefore, there were no obstacles to taking Calia outside; in fact, Terenas wouldn't oppose it.
He would prefer his son to develop freely, knowing there was a bond of family so he wouldn't worry about rebellion. His fathers' actions were contemptible and not worthy of kingship.
"You look really beautiful today." Arthas praised, and before him stood Calia with her gentle demeanor, her full breasts creating an arc in her robe, curving alluringly.
"Thank you, Brother." Calia blinked, and everything was unspoken. Women who receive a man's promise are blissful; she prayed every day for Arthas's safe return, which was all she could do.
The garrison forces in Lordaeron were not numerous; most of the Alliance's military strength had been deployed to form a coalition against the Horde. Additionally, many important strongholds were heavily guarded, so they didn't have a significant advantage in numbers against the Horde. The only advantage was fighting on home turf, with easy supplies.
The Horde had no development; orcs who drank demon blood found it hard to calm down and farm; it wasn't that they couldn't, but the results were minimal. Moreover, due to unfamiliarity with the land, some planting methods from Draenor were not suitable for promotion in Azeroth. With their bloodthirsty and combative nature, not taking prisoners, natural supply lines were also difficult.
They could only wage war to sustain themselves, clearing human kingdoms with overwhelming force to qualify for survival in this world. The secret to fighting in foreign territory was to make quick battles; the longer the delay, the more unfavorable it was to themselves.
Orgrim was also well aware of this, so he sent his lieutenant, Eitrigg, to hold off the Alliance forces. He himself, along with Zul'jin, headed north to attack the high elves of Quel'Thalas. Forest trolls had decent combat strength; their inclusion could alleviate the troop shortage of the Horde and provide substantial supplies.
As local heavy hitters, the Horde could also take shortcuts for advancing, which were all advantages. From the beginning, Orgrim had set his sights on Lordaeron for battle, knowing it was the linchpin of the Alliance. Once they crushed the capital of Lordaeron, the other human armies would fall into chaos. Without structured command, those humans were no match for orcs.
The Horde would ultimately prevail, and orcs would never be slaves! (Unless provided with food and housing!) While heading north, Orgrim encountered an attack from the Wildhammer dwarves, known for their griffon knights. Although Ironforge also had some griffon riders, they were not organized. The Wildhammer dwarves lived in the Mountains, where a large number of wild griffons resided, having formed a partnership with griffons through some special method, leading to a massive training of griffon riders.
Compared to the Alliance, the Alliance's griffon knights seemed like children. The riding dwarves took advantage of the griffon's high mobility to strike and flee; even throwing their storm hammers could be deadly at a distance. Generally, those hit would suffer serious injuries; a direct hit to the head could be fatal.
The hit-and-run tactics exhausted the Horde, and without the support of the red dragons, things became even worse. Being chased by the dwarven cavalry, they lacked even the qualifications to fight back, relying solely on trolls to make negligible counterattacks.
"Their lair is in Eagle Nest Mountain, not far to the northwest; we should be entering their territory. These short folks have a strong sense of territoriality; if we don't deal with them, we won't pass through easily." Zul'jin pointed to a location on a rough map, indicating the general area; it wasn't precise and still needed a guide.
"Advance towards Nest Mountain, force them back, eliminate them, and then head north!" Orgrim decisively made the call; orcs are known for their bad tempers and are willing to fight to the death!
To say the least, Orgrim's strategy was indeed on point; his advance forced Lothar to divert some of his forces to follow him. If Orgrim's trail wasn't followed closely, some strongholds would be breached, potentially threatening the capital's safety.
Regardless of which kingdom, it would trigger their nerves to pull the troops back, making it significantly harder to defeat the Horde. While the Alliance and Horde fought on, Arthas had already taken a portion of the withdrawn forces to Solliden Farmstead, which was in the northwest of Lordaeron. It was a fertile piece of land, belonging to Baron Lober, and could produce twenty percent of Lordaeron's food supply, which was already quite exaggerated.