After a short rest, Arthas started fucking her again, but this time he moved more slowly, giving Lady Jandice space to breathe. "Go on, what do you need my help with?"
Lady Jandice bit her lip, feeling a sense of shame, as if she were trading her body for a favor. But she had to do it, because she was a mother. Even after betraying her husband, her motherly love remained.
"The Alliance has recently begun discussing how to deal with the Alterac Kingdom. The latest news is that they plan to carve up the entire kingdom. You promised me you would protect the Barov family."
Arthas stuck his fingers into the mature woman's mouth, letting her suck on them. The gesture was like a master teasing his pet.
"Still can't forget that husband of yours?"
"Ngh! No, I haven't!" Lady Jandice explained hastily. In her anxiety, her cunt clenched even tighter.
"Although my two sons are good-for-nothings, their crimes don't warrant death. They weren't involved in this matter."
Teasing a mature woman, making her emotions fluctuate, was clearly a very amusing thing to do.
"Alex's previous whistleblowing was effective. The Barov family will continue to exist. As for how much of your territory will be reduced, that will depend on the outcome of the meeting. Don't worry, your two sons won't die," Arthas said with a lewd smile.
It was easy enough to deduce. The only ones who had committed treason were King Perenolde and his followers; the others could be said to have been implicated.
As for carving up the Alterac Kingdom, that was a foregone conclusion. The Orcs were too poor, and the war had depleted the Alliance's coffers. To alleviate their financial problems, the best way was to find a new fat sheep, and the Alterac Mountains were clearly a good choice.
"Mmm, as long as you can do it, I will serve you for the rest of my life," Lady Jandice swore with a magical oath, her expression solemn and dignified. However, swearing an oath while naked and riding a youth younger than her own son, her cunt in intimate contact with his cock, seemed rather absurd no matter how one looked at it.
The Barov family were informers, and although it was despicable, they would certainly be allowed to retain most of their power. The territories of the other nobles would surely be confiscated. The survival of the Barov family served as a reminder to the Alliance that informers could survive. As for the inevitable animosity between the Barov family and the dispossessed nobles of the Alterac Kingdom, that was an unchangeable situation. One was an honored guest, the other a prisoner. Their treatment was absolutely incomparable. With resentment brewing, the Barov family would have no shortage of troubles to face.
That night, Arthas slept soundly with Alleria in his arms. He slept so deeply that he even began to snore. He had had a round with Lady Jandice, then another with his wife Alleria upon returning. Coupled with the high-intensity battle during the day, the fact that he wasn't exhausted was a testament to his youthful vigor.
When he woke up the next day, Arthas was still yawning, but he felt much more refreshed. Fortunately, he had the beautiful, mature commander Marlene to handle military affairs for him. Brigitte was responsible for foreign relations, and if all else failed, he still had his sister Calia's status to fall back on. Unless there was an Alliance meeting, he wouldn't be bothered.
After a few days in the Blasted Lands, a simple fortress rose from the ground. It was named Nethergarde Keep, and each nation dispatched a thousand soldiers to garrison it, along with mages from Dalaran to monitor the Dark Portal. The Alliance would decide how to deal with the Dark Portal only after they had regrouped and recovered.
The Alliance army began to move toward Stormwind, escorting Lothar's remains back to be buried in the city. From the port there, they would return to the northern kingdoms, passing through Elwynn Forest for some supplies along the way.
Arthas led his Expeditionary Force away from the main army, heading from the Redridge Mountains toward the Burning Steppes. He indoctrinated his troops as they marched.
Most of the Orcs were being escorted back to Lordaeron, where a victory ceremony would be held to display the Alliance's spoils of war to the common people. It was meant to boost morale and show the civilians the pathetic state of the once-ferocious Orcs.
The Alliance was aware that Ironforge was attacking the Dark Iron Dwarves in Blackrock Spire, but this was a battle between Dwarves, and it wasn't appropriate for humans to interfere. Nor did they want to. The soldiers were exhausted and needed to rest. Moreover, once a war started, expenses would skyrocket, and the kingdoms could no longer bear such a heavy burden.
Arthas going to provide support was already giving them enough face.
Meanwhile, on Draenor.
The first Death Knight commander, Teron Gorefiend, returned to Draenor with the remnants of his defeated forces, bringing news of the Horde's defeat to the remaining Orcs. This caused a violent upheaval within the Orcish ranks. They had gathered all their strength and still failed. Even the Warchief had been defeated and taken captive. Among the Orcs of Draenor, there was no one left who could lead the Horde.
Shadowmoon Valley, Shadowmoon Burial Grounds.
The reclusive Ner'zhul was praying to the elements. As always, he received no response. The elemental spirits of Draenor had all but vanished.
Clank, clank, clank! The sound of heavy armor approached. Teron Gorefiend had arrived before the burial grounds.
"What is it?" Ner'zhul knew who it was without turning around.
"Great Shaman, the Horde needs you. The Horde cannot be without a Warchief. Right now, only you can lead the Horde to rise again," Teron urged. It was puzzling why a Death Knight would be so concerned about these matters. It was well known that even during the Horde's peak, the Death Knights were selfish bastards who only cared about their own survival and never fought with all their might. For one to suddenly have such a sense of the bigger picture was as likely as a sow climbing a tree.
"I am a sinner. I taught a traitor to the Horde. I am guilty!" Ner'zhul paid him no mind. He was still filled with regret. He had brought the Burning Legion here. If not for his curiosity and obsession with his deceased wife, Kil'jaeden would not have found him, let alone cross-dressed as his wife every day to brainwash him. Well, the fact that the second-in-command of the Burning Legion had once cross-dressed was somewhat incredible.
The negotiation reached a stalemate. This kind of talk seemed meaningless, and the atmosphere grew tense.
Teron Gorefiend took out a skull. "This is Gul'dan's skull. I learned from the Black Tooth Grin clan that he went to the Tomb of Sargeras and was torn apart by the demons inside. The surviving warlocks firmly believe that it contains unknown power and knowledge."