The Prince's Mission

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Chapter 1 The Plague Arrives

=Stratholme =

"Report, Captain, the enemy has disappeared."

"Damn it, she got away again." The Sentinel Captain said unwillingly, watching the demon disappear around the corner.

There was a crossroads beyond the corner. "Split up! One group to the east, two to the west, three to the north. Reconvene here in an hour. Use signal flares to contact us if anything happens. The enemy is injured and shouldn't have gone far. Begin the operation!" "Yes, sir!" The squads began their search. The Sentinel Captain went alone to the south of the city, the direction they had come from. He couldn't explain why he made this decision; perhaps it was the intuition of years of professional Sentinel work. The squad was actually only about 10 people, divided into three groups of three. After all, he was the captain; he could handle it alone. Besides, he had signal flares to call for help if danger arose. Reaching a street corner, he found a pool of blood. Following the bloodstains, the captain arrived at a courtyard.

It was an abandoned courtyard, with timber and stone scattered everywhere. The owner of the place was unknown.

"Hahaha, foolish humans!" "Who!" The captain was startled by the sudden laughter. A woman stood before him—no, not a normal woman, for she had two horns, a characteristic of demons. The captain instinctively gripped his longsword. "Damn demon, die!" he shouted, raising his sword and charging forward. He was confident he could kill her at close range; years of training were finally paying off. But as he approached, he felt his speed slow down. A precise diagonal slash was easily dodged. He realized this was a formidable opponent.

"Damn it, who are you?" The captain had to re-examine the woman. She was clearly injured; blood flowed freely from the gash on her thigh. He couldn't understand how she had been so easily evaded. "

Oh dear, if it were your whole squad, I'd be a little scared. But you alone can't hurt me," the woman laughed, her eyes gleaming with greed.

"Since you won't tell me, then don't blame me." With that, the captain activated his longsword. "Split!" The ordinary longsword split into twelve, flying towards the woman from twelve different corners. The woman showed surprise, not expecting her opponent to be a magic swordsman. "Dark Barrier!" The woman was enveloped in a layer of high-speed, purplish-black gas barrier, the longsword striking it with a clanging sound. Seeing this, the captain took out a bow and arrow from his back. This was the prize he won in last year's martial arts tournament, personally awarded to him by Prince Arthas, a thought that filled him with pride. He drew the bow, infused it with magic, and "Whoosh—!" the magic arrow whistled out, the entire movement fluid and decisive.

"Ah~!" The magic arrow pierced the barrier, striking the woman's shoulder.

"Retract," the captain sheathed his longsword, slowly walking towards the woman. "Now you can tell me your origins, right?"

the captain said calmly, placing the combined longsword against her neck.

The magic-infused arrow loomed over the girl's flesh and blood. Suppressing the excruciating pain, the woman looked up at the human who had defeated her, "Lia," and subtly parted her legs, a wisp of pale purple smoke rising from her lower body.

"Where do you demons come from? Why did you invade us?" the captain continued to ask.

"Karazan," the woman replied.

"You're lying! Karazan is the Guardian's territory, sacred and inviolable!" the captain exclaimed, his sword slicing a gash across Lia's neck.

"I'm not lying. Our leader, Almidi, successfully conquered Karazan. As for Medivh, he, he..."

"What about the Guardian?" the captain asked in surprise, inhaling a puff of purple smoke in his excitement.

"The Guardian... ha ha ha... foolish human, today is your death day!" the woman suddenly laughed, seeing him inhale her intoxicating smoke.

"You, still stubborn even when death is near. Since that's the case, then accept the punishment of justice!" However, the next moment, the captain was shocked to find that he couldn't move. "What kind of sorcery did you use?" "Ha~ How cute. As expected of a citizen of Lordaeron, no one has ever left alive after being under my bewitching smoke." Only then did the captain remember the purple smoke he had just inhaled. "Despicable!" "Then, use your body to heal my injuries." After saying that, Leah pushed away the sword held to her neck and exhaled a puff of blue smoke at the handsome man. The captain, still immersed in the previous conversation, unsurprisingly took a puff. When he realized what had happened, it was too late. "I don't like dull wooden blocks." With that, the woman made a slash across her chest with one hand. The captain found that he could move again. "Die!" He urged his sword again, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. When the sword was halfway down, a trace of reluctance appeared in his mind, and his speed slowed down. Gradually, the desire rising within him kept gathering in his lower body. "Clang!" The sword fell to the ground. The captain stared blankly at the woman's face before him, thinking she was the most beautiful person in the world. A strand of beautiful hair fluttered slightly, her eyebrows were slender and delicate, her eyes were captivating and alluring, and her nose was exquisitely straight, creating a striking contrast with the horns on her head. She possessed both gentleness and wildness, inspiring both love and fear. Below were a pair of enormous breasts that seemed about to burst through the barrier of her chest. The pubic hair and valley beneath the thin veil exuded a faint fragrance.

"Ah!" Overwhelmed by desire, the captain ripped open the woman's veil and kissed the witch's lips almost frantically. The lips were clear, cool, and slightly sweet. "Mmm—" The woman cooperated with the captain, their tongues intertwining as she transferred the sweet saliva into the man's mouth.

"Gulp~" The captain kept swallowing, unaware that the demon woman's saliva had a strong aphrodisiac and seductive effect. "Ah, it's time," Lia said, seeing the opportunity, she pushed the captain away, licked her lips seductively, and took off all her torn clothes, revealing her fair, snow-white, full and alluring body, which looked incredibly tempting in the twilight sunlight. To help him recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, the woman put the captain down on the ground and pulled down his pants. "I didn't expect you to be so capable." The captain was completely dominated by desire and was still immersed in the passionate kiss when he suddenly felt a wet and warm sensation in his lower body. Lia had bent down and was sucking on his penis. The captain's body trembled, and the pleasure from the glans swept through his body like a wave. Then, Lia skillfully lifted the captain's head with her legs, and the captain saw an alluring valley that was constantly expanding before his eyes. In the blink of an eye, his mouth was already pressed against Lia's honey pot.

"It's so itchy here, ah, lick it for me, ah—", before she could finish speaking, the captain's tongue had already invaded. A faint, pale blue mist emanated from her honeypot and was completely inhaled by the captain. The captain revealed a dazed smile, while her tongue stirred haphazardly inside her honeypot.

"Ahhh... umm... no... so good... keep going," her honeypot secreted delicious juices under stimulation. Demonic fluids have special effects and are sweet and delicious, comparable to honey dew. The captain had completely lost herself, her body and mind completely dominated by Leah.

"Mmm... mmm... good... so good... again," she continued to twist her waist, allowing the tongue between her legs to penetrate deeper into her enchanting demonic cave. After a moment, seeing that the time was ripe, she released her thighs that were clamping the captain's head, turned her position, straddled the reclining man, and aimed his penis at her honeypot. She rubbed the glans against the

entrance of her honeypot, and with each rubbing, both of them let out blissful moans.

"Ah, please... I, I want it!" The captain, who had lost his self-awareness, was controlled by lust.

"Well, here it comes, you have to hold back!" The bewitching demon woman slowly swallowed the huge thing in her hand into her vagina. The vagina suddenly opened as if on command the moment the glans entered, and then held the glans and kept wriggling. Lustful fluids flowed down the penis, making it look extremely lewd.

"Ah—ah!" The captain suddenly felt a tremendous suction force, drawing his penis into her cavity. An incomparably pleasurable sensation spread throughout his body from his lower body. When he came to his senses a little, the tip of his penis had already reached the entrance of her cervix. His penis, squeezed by countless folds, trembled incessantly, wanting to release something. Leah arched her body back, twisting her waist incessantly, her breasts heaving up and down as she felt the pleasure in her lower body, letting out seductive moans.

"Mmm...so big...ah..." Leah's hands kneaded her breasts, enjoying the pleasure the man beneath her was giving her.

And our young captain, in this critical moment, actually regained some of his senses. "You, you, I...how...ah," he realized that he was being pressed down by the witch, the pleasure constantly stimulating his brain. He knew that if he ejaculated, he would be squeezed to death, but his body was powerless, and he could only endure the pleasure. "Stop...please..." the captain begged.

Surprised that the other party had actually woken up, but since that's the case, I'll play along for a bit, Lia thought. "No... I'm hungry down there," she said, lifting her hips upwards, and just as the glans was about to break free of its restraints, she suddenly sat down. The intense stimulation made the man tremble all over, and pre-ejaculate kept oozing from his urethral opening. "Ah... please... no," the man cried out in fear.

"You look like you're enjoying it, are all men like this, saying one thing and meaning another? Since that's the case..." the woman loosened her vaginal opening, and the captain, who was on the verge of ejaculation, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as his urethral opening also loosened, a stream of vaginal fluid, accompanied by a hot current, squeezed through the opening and into the man's body. A pleasure several times more intense than before instantly filled his entire body. "Ah... something... went in, ah no." "Looks like it worked, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven next," she said, and continued to writhe. Waves of bulges began to form on the inner walls of his vagina, squeezing the invading behemoth.

"Ah...it's coming..." Already in a state of high excitement, the man reached his climax inside this exquisite instrument. Just when he thought he was about to be drained dry, the captain suddenly realized that although he wanted to ejaculate, his exit seemed to be blocked by what had just entered him. "Ah..." The pain of climaxing but being unable to ejaculate made him cry out almost frantically.

"What an intoxicating expression," the woman excitedly looked at the ejaculation machine beneath her, continuing to rhythmically thrust her hips. Sweat, semen, and blood mingled together, and the woman also reached her climax at this moment. Her vaginal fluid gushed out like a torrent, washing over his glans. The hot, wet fluid made the man tremble uncontrollably, but the pain of not being able to ejaculate made his face turn red, and he felt as if his lower abdomen was about to explode.

"Please...please let me...ah..."

"Let you what?" Leah asked knowingly.

"Please let me...ejaculate..." Completely abandoning morality and justice, the captain now only wanted to ejaculate.

"How can you say such lewd things? Are you even human? Haha," Leah suddenly released her honey pot, stood up, and took two steps back, pulling out the arrow still stuck in her shoulder. "Ugh..." Demons have powerful regenerative abilities, and the blood flowing from the wound is decreasing. "But you hurt me, how can I be merciful to an enemy?" Her expression made her seem like an innocent little girl.

His lower body lost warmth, and the captain frantically began masturbating. "Shoot...shoot...ah!" "It's no use. You can't shoot without my command," Leah said, looking at the man before her. Not long ago, she was the one running away, but now his body and mind had already fallen. Yes, just a little bit more.

"Please...please," the captain realized that all his efforts were in vain, and finally turned his gaze to the woman.

"My name is 'Leah,' I have a name," the woman said with a smile.

"Please, Leah, let me cum, I... I can't take it anymore!" It seemed she was almost there; she felt the fluid she had ejaculated into the man's body enter his testicles, urging him to produce more semen. "Then, tell me your name, and the security status of your country." The woman hadn't forgotten her mission.

The captain, already immersed in desire and focused solely on ejaculation, told her everything.

"George... not a bad name. Well then, I can let you cum, but it has to be here," Leah said, turning her back, bending over, revealing her alluring vulva. Two fingers, passing between her legs, forcefully parted the pink petals. "Drip, drip," fluid flowed continuously, dripping onto the ground with a crisp sound.

At this moment, the captain, like a madman, rushed towards the woman and thrust his penis in violently. "Ah..." "Ah..." Both of them cried out in pleasure simultaneously. The man continued thrusting his penis. The woman, head tilted back, hands gripping the wall, began channeling her energy to draw a stream of semen into his urethra, flushing out the fluid that had been blocking her ejaculation opening, along with herself.

"Ah...it's coming," George trembled a few times as a stream of semen gushed out. Because it had been blocked for so long, this fluid was different from ordinary ejaculation; it was not only large in quantity but also incredibly powerful, reaching straight to the core. "Ah...such a pure taste...I want more," she murmured, absorbing the sweetness while gripping his penis tightly. Every now and then, another restless stream of semen was sucked out.

Then came the third wave, the fourth wave...

"Ah..." The captain, sensing the abnormality, struggled to get down.

"Still not satisfied? But it's too late. Come on, isn't it good to enjoy this unparalleled pleasure? This is something no human woman could ever give you," he said. With that, something like a suction cup extended from the inner wall of her vagina and adhered to the urethral opening. Instantly, a powerful, vortex-like suction force drew out the remaining semen all at once.

"How delicious," Lyra murmured, looking at George lying on the ground like a dried corpse, her allure growing even stronger. His wounds had long since healed, and her own strength had increased considerably. "I really want to thank you properly, but I must return to report now."

"The young prince, heir to Lordaeron, passed the trials at only 19 to become a paladin, proficient in all kinds of weapons, and possesses powerful magical abilities..." Almidi muttered to herself as she looked at Arthas's file. "Quite interesting."

"I don't have much time to waste with you here, demon. As instructed by Kel'Thuzad, I'm responsible for stirring up the prince's resentment; you just need to assist me." Mal'Ganis glanced at the scantily clad Almidi.

"Oh? Don't get me wrong, we're not in a superior-subordinate relationship, and I don't need to obey you at all. I have my own way of getting the prince the sword." Almidi said disdainfully.

"You should tell that to your superiors. I'm just reminding you that anyone who hinders my mission will not have a good end," Mal'Ganis suddenly spread his wings, the wind whipping up against the window with a crisp sound. "

Oh, really, I was just joking. Demons have no sense of fun," he deliberately emphasized the word "fun," glancing at the other's slightly angry eyes, one hand slowly stroking the firm, powerful chest.

"What tricks are you up to now?" Even through the armor, Mal'Ganis could feel the pleasure from the woman's soft, boneless hand, his breathing quickening as he asked somewhat flusteredly.

Almidi didn't answer, her jade-like hand sliding upwards along the armor, her index fingernail gently circling around the demon's collarbone, while her other hand rubbed against his genitals through the armor. "Mmm..." Mal'Ganis groaned, feeling immense pleasure from being toyed with by this demon woman. Demon women were indeed experts in this area.

"You... let me go!" Suppressing his desire, Mal'Ganis finally pushed away the source of his pleasure.

"Are you scared? Or is the infamous Dreadlord actually impotent?" Knowing the other was trying to provoke him, Mal'Ganis couldn't stand being called impotent. "Who's scared?" The words were out, and there was no going back. Although the other was the renowned Demon Queen, demons were naturally immune to seduction, which reassured Mal'Ganis considerably. The scene from just moments ago seemed to still be vivid in his mind. Today, Almidy was wearing a pink jacket, a white pleated skirt, black leather shorts with flesh-colored pantyhose reaching her waist, and high-heeled sandals. Every move she made exuded an air of lewd luxury. Although he desperately wanted to pin this bitch to the ground and fuck her hard, his demonic dignity made him fight fiercely against his desires.

Surprised by Mal'Ganis's strong willpower, Almidy gently sat on the conference table, raising one long, beautiful leg until it was parallel to the ground, rubbing the Dreadlord's genitals with the surface of her high heel.

"Let's see how long you can last. Every male creature has desires. If you want to compete with me, you'll have to see if your thing agrees.

" "Mmm..." A wave of pleasure washed over him. Mal'Ganis looked at the beautiful legs servicing him, which looked incredibly noble under the black stockings. These were definitely the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. Along the thighs to the roots, the pubic hair, faintly visible, exhaled a faint purple gas, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance that was intoxicating and unforgettable.

"What an idiot! You're going to make love like this while wearing armor?" Upon hearing this, the dazed demon king shouted, and the armor was instantly blasted away, revealing his well-defined chest. His lower body had already created a small tent in his underwear.

"Ah..." The penis, through the thin layer of fabric, trembled violently twice as soon as it touched the tip of the shoe. "Oh dear, you're going to orgasm just from being kissed by someone's shoes? You really are impotent." Looking at the other's uncooperative penis, Almiti decided to inflict both mental and physical torment on him. With a deft touch, she hooked her panties with the tip of her shoe and tossed them aside, revealing the enormous member. The glans bobbed up and down as if bowing to the high heel. Although she claimed the other was impotent, she had to admit that the demon's penis was indeed larger than that of an average human. "Drip...drip," the vaginal fluid burst through the crevice, dripping down.

The dripping sound made Mal'Ganis feel like a million ants were crawling all over him. "Ah..." he roared, wanting to rush over and pin her down.

"Don't be in such a hurry. I've been serving you for so long, and you're just enjoying yourself? I'm itchy here!" With that, she lifted her right heel, curled her toes, and the high heel detached from her bound feet, falling downwards.

"Mmm..." Mal'Ganis felt an incredibly pleasurable sensation coming from his lower body. Looking closely, he saw that the long heel of the black high heel was hanging on his angry penis, rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing.

A few drops of pre-ejaculate seeped from the urethral opening.

"Hold on, don't let it fall." Mal'Ganis wanted to put all his strength into his penis, but suddenly felt a shadow approaching his face. A moment later, a warm, jade-like, flesh-colored stockinged foot with a faint smell of sweat covered his face. Feeling a little short of breath, the Dreadlord had to breathe through his mouth. The woman's foot didn't have a strong smell, but rather a slightly fragrant one, combined with the natural smell of sweat, constantly stimulating his central nervous system.

"Ha, your penis is even more excited now. So our Dreadlord is a perverted masochist who gets excited just by asking about a woman's feet?" Almiti mocked.

"No...no, that's not it." He tried to suppress his desire, but constantly inhaling the scent from the jade foot, coupled with his lower body being held up by the high heel, the demon's desire not only didn't diminish, but actually became even more greedy due to excessive suppression.

"Mmm...it's...it's coming." Feeling the accumulation of pleasure, Mal'Ganis was about to reach ecstasy. However, a moment later, the jade foot that was pressing down on his face disappeared. His desire diminished by a third, causing the demon lord's mind to collapse.

“My legs are numb, if you want it, do it yourself,” he said, crossing his right leg over his left, leaning back, and supporting himself on the table with his hands.

“Pfft…” To prevent the high heel on his penis from falling off, Malganis slowly moved to Almiti’s left side, knelt down, and began to suck on her perfect toes. The comical action immediately made Almiti laugh out loud.

“A dignified Lord of Dread, how can you kneel on the ground and lick the feet of a demon woman? How despicable.” As she spoke, she rubbed the Demon Lord’s genitals with her other shoe.

Malganis, who was already extremely excited, suddenly swelled up even more upon hearing such vulgar words, as if praising the other’s superb skills.

At this moment, Almiti was also enjoying the other’s service, her eyes slightly closed, constantly emitting “uh-huh ah-ah” moans. These sounds were like a deadly aphrodisiac, arousing the man’s boundless lust, making him only want to release, and he had long forgotten that the person in front of him was a witch who could drain his semen.

"Here~" Almidy lifted her jade-like foot, clad in high heels, and slipped it over the gap between her heel and the shoe to cover the engorged penis. "Ah..." Feeling the silky sensation in his lower body, Malganis couldn't help but cry out, his mouth movements ceasing.

Almidy slapped him across the face with her jade-like foot. "Who told you to stop? Give it to me." "Mmm...uh..." she said, shoving her jade-like foot into the Demon King's mouth. "If you want to cum, move yourself, you filthy dog." Almidy stopped moving, the disappearance of pleasure leaving Malganis's eyes vacant. Driven by his mind, he thrust his lower body in and out of the high heel and the Queen's heel.

"Come on...little dog..." Feeling the other's lower body grow larger, Almidy raised her foot slightly. As his lower body continued to grow larger, she raised it higher, preventing Malganis from reaching the peak of pleasure despite his rapid thrusting.

"Ugh..." With her mouth stuffed with a stockinged foot, she couldn't speak, only able to send out pleas for mercy through her nose.

Seeing that the time was right, Almidi stomped down with her left foot. "Ah..." A sudden surge of pleasure instantly coursed through Mal'Ganis's body, his ejaculation erupting, countless sperm shooting into the high heel.

"Was it good?" Almidi asked knowingly.

"Ugh..."

"Well, that's enough for now, but you've dirtied my shoes and stockings. You can't leave until you lick them clean."

=Tirisfal Glades= (The Royal Palace of Lordaeron and Brill are both located in Tirisfal Glades) After Jaina and Arthas arrived in Brill, seeing the bustling town like a market, they felt much more at ease. After all, this was the closest town to the Royal Palace, and so far, it seemed unaffected by the plague. The well-educated Arthas possessed exceptional combat and analytical abilities, making him one of the most capable in the kingdom. Therefore, to confirm it wasn't a smokescreen by the enemy, he decided to investigate further.

The two arrived at the town hall, where the mayor was receiving the distinguished guest. "The prince's lover, and the future queen," the mayor said, not daring to slight the woman before him, even though she was more than twenty years younger than him. If he knew that the attendant standing beside him was the prince, he'd probably wake up laughing with excitement tonight.

"Respected Lady Promomor, welcome to Briel. I am Mayor Karen, and on behalf of all the townspeople, I extend my greetings!" He then half-squatted in a superior-subordinate greeting.

"Please rise," Jaina said, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with such a grand welcome. "I'm just here on behalf of Prince Arthas to inquire about the epidemic. Mayor Karen, there's no need for such formalities." "Please give my regards to Prince Menethil. Thanks to the Prince, no one has been found infected with the plague in Brill so far, but I've heard the situation is quite serious in Darrowshire and Anduhar. Volunteers are taking turns patrolling the town, and they'll report any sightings to me immediately," Karen said excitedly. "By the way, a couple of days ago, people from the palace came to recruit soldiers, and several brave men from our town were selected." The mayor said proudly.

"You did a great job,"

Jaina said with a smile, her delicate face and small dimples making the mayor's heart flutter. Shaking his head, Karen realized he had been captivated by a young girl. Feeling his face burning, he quickly bowed his head to thank her, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Continue with the deployment. Select a few strong men to accompany me to Anduhar. The potions I brought still need refining. I heard there's an Alchemist's Guild in Brill. Does anyone know of any alchemists who have researched the plague?" "

Yes, Faraniel is the best alchemist in this town. He obtained his professional apothecary certificate from the kingdom several years ago and has been researching related potions since the plague outbreak. I'll send someone to inform him now," Karen said excitedly.

"Thank you for your trouble. Once the potions are refined, we can set off to investigate," Jaina said gracefully. "

It's my honor to serve you. Please rest a while. I'll go inform Faraniel now." --- Faraniel

was

an alchemist from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and later the president of the Royal Apothecary Guild. He had profound expertise in alchemy.

Race: Human Occupation: Alchemist Strength: ★ Charisma: NUL Stamina: ★★ Mana:

☆ Agility: ★

Chapter Six: A Dream

"Son of Durotan (Thrall), there is little time left." Thrall felt someone calling him.

"The cries of war echo endlessly in the wind, the remnants of the past remain like scars on the world, and this world is once again trampled by war." On a desolate land, countless orcs charged forward like madmen, the battle horns sounding behind them… On the opposite side of the battlefield, the tenacious humans, led by their general, also bravely charged forward…

"Countless heroes rose up to challenge their destiny, leading their brethren in endless battle.

When mortal armies blindly rushed into the abyss of war, the Burning Legion descended, ready to devour us all." Suddenly, countless meteors fell from the sky, shattering both armies into pieces. No, those were not ordinary meteors, but fallen hellfire.

"You must unite all the nomadic tribes and lead your people toward the future..." A figure draped in a mage's robe spoke to him, his face obscured by the massive hood.

"Come find me..."

"Who are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that this land is about to be swallowed by darkness, and life on this land is facing the greatest threat in history. The order of Azeroth needs to be redefined. This world has never needed heroes as much as it does now."

"Darkness? Heroes?"

"Yes, young chieftain. I can sense your wisdom, and I believe you can lead your people toward the light. The task of saving Azeroth requires your efforts, my friend." Suddenly, the figure transformed into a raven and flew away.

"Ah..." Thrall sat up in fright. It was just a dream.

"But the scenes in the dream were so real, and the mage's words still echo in my ears." Thrall wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling fear for the first time—a feeling he had never experienced even when he was imprisoned. And that person told me to find him. Where should I look for him?

=Eastern Plaguelands=

"Hmm, not bad, licked it really clean. But it's getting late, we need to get down to business." Almidi straightened her clothes and walked out without looking back. "The sticky feeling in my shoes is so nice, all men are the same."

"I, what happened to me?" Malganis slumped to the ground, recalling what had just happened. He had actually ejaculated at the witch's feet. What a disgrace! But the feeling was so good. "Ah... wait for me."

"You, don't be so smug. I was just... momentarily distracted... yes... just momentarily distracted," Malganis said, following behind the woman, his tone clearly lacking confidence.

"Ara ara, I know, little puppy~" He deliberately dragged out the word "puppy," stopped, and leaned forward slightly, his raised buttocks bumping into her breasts. "Hmm..." "You feel pleasure from just a touch? You really are a slut," Almidi continued to mock.

To his surprise, Mal'Ganis found himself not only not disgusted, but even somewhat expectant when the other called him a "lowly dog.

" "You...I..." Mal'Ganis, covering his genitals with one hand, was too flustered to speak, quickly changing the subject, "Where are we going now?" He realized his mistake as soon as he asked the question. He was the one in charge, why was he asking the other?

"Now, we're going to Anduhar, little puppy." He said, smiling as he looked at the other's hand covering his genitals.

=Brill=

"Um...no...ah...here...there will...there will be people coming..." Jaina tried to push the man away forcefully. Unfortunately, he was too strong, and she could only manage to squeeze out a few words intermittently.

"Don't be shy, it's not the first time," Arthas said, grabbing her hand and hooking it around his neck, continuing to kiss her, skillfully prying open her teeth, kissing her deeply, sucking on her softness, taking every corner. Jaina's body went numb from the kiss, her head spinning. She gradually forgot to resist and reflexively returned his kiss.

"Mmm..." Jaina was clearly aroused too. Someone could come in at any moment; doing this here... "Ugh..." It was more exciting than in the palace.

"Creak—" The inn door opened, and the two quickly separated. Jaina looked at the doorway in a panic and began to straighten her clothes, while Arthas pretended to massage her shoulders.

"Respected Lady Proudmoore, this is the apothecary Faranil," Mayor Karen said, leading a man in.

Faranil bowed to Jaina. "Respected lady, what brings you here?"

"It's like this," Jaina explained.

"Since it's a matter of national importance, I will do my utmost. But I don't understand why you've come to our town to find an alchemist. Aren't there many expert alchemists in the palace?" "Currently, all the nation's alchemists are on missions, and this was a last-minute decision, so… But don't feel pressured, just do your best.

" "Yes, sir!" He then opened the herb box on the table.

"Wow, this… this is sun grass, purple lotus, and… and coral algae, blackmouth fish oil!" Looking at the herbs before him, Faraniel's eyes lit up. His monthly income couldn't even buy a few of these herbs.

"This… these things are too precious, I… I'm afraid…"

"Don't worry, experiment with these herbs as you like. If you need more, I'll have someone send more. I'll wait for your news," Jaina reassured him.

"Thank you." He picked up the box and rushed out.

"I hope Ms. Proudmoore won't take offense; that's just his personality. Herbs are his life," the mayor smoothed things over.

"No problem, this way I can entrust this task to him with even more peace of mind. It seems he'll need some more time to refine the potion. Mayor, please select a few warriors to accompany our caravan to Anduhar for an investigation." "Alright, I'll make the arrangements right away."

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Thrall, the third Warchief of the Horde, son of Durotan, Chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan.

Weapon: Doomhammer

Race: Orc Clan: Frostwolf Clan Class: Shaman Skills: Chain Lightning, Earth Shock, Bloodlust Strength: ★★★★☆ Charisma: Null Stamina: ★★★★ Mana: ★★★★★ Agility: ★★★

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Anduhar is a small town in the central part of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Its fertile land boasts four large farms, supplying a significant portion of the kingdom's food and serving as its logistical backbone.

The caravan arrived smoothly in Anduhar without incident.

"Strange?" Anduhar is a major agricultural town with a large population, yet it was eerily silent.

"Has the plague already engulfed this place?" Jaina, filled with questions, prepared to venture deeper into the town to investigate.

The coachman, Arthas, looked at the lifeless town, recalling his father's words. Damn it, the Empire had never encountered such a plague before, and no other human nation had reported anything similar. His understanding of plagues came entirely from his father and his men.

The caravan arrived at the town hall. Thankfully, it seemed the town still had inhabitants, though it had lost its former vibrancy… Arthas looked at the carefree pedestrians on the street, lost in thought.

Every town in Lordaeron had a town hall, with a mayor directly appointed by the kingdom to manage daily affairs.

"Knock, knock, knock," Arthas stepped forward and gently knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?" "It looks like no one's here." Arthas shook his head. "That

's not right. It's duty time now. Not only should someone be in the town hall, but the door shouldn't be closed either," Mayor Karen of Brill said to Jaina.

Jaina nodded. The group, who were about to leave, were suddenly interrupted by a sound coming from inside. "Squeak—" It sounded like a chair being dragged.

Something's wrong. There must be someone in there.

"Let me handle this." Arthas swung his giant hammer, and with a swift motion, the hammer fell. As the door was smashed open, the scene inside was revealed. A woman was curled up in a corner, and a large creature with horns and wings was covering her mouth with one hand and rubbing her breasts with the other. Various pieces of furniture were scattered haphazardly on the hall floor, indicating that the woman had kicked a chair in the crisis, causing the noise and attracting everyone's attention.

"What kind of monster are you! Let her go!" Arthas, without a word, swung his hammer, but the man nimbly dodged, losing control of the woman in the process. "Help!" The woman quickly hid behind the prince.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Quickly, hide behind me," the prince said to the woman.

Seeing the woman retreat into the crowd, the prince pointed his hammer at the demon in front of him. "What kind of monster are you? Why are you here? Where is the mayor?

" "Haha, ignorant human, you don't even recognize me, the Dreadlord Mal'Ganis. But so be it, today is the end you've been waiting for. Feel the fear!" With that, Mal'Ganis charged at Arthas like the wind, his claws thrusting. The prince raised his hammer to block, "Clang—" Arthas was knocked back several steps by the powerful blow.

"Dreadlord, then the plague must be related to you?" Arthas scrutinized the demon before him again. He had only read descriptions of demons in books; they were all ruthless executioners. Mal'Ganis sized up the man before him. He wore ordinary servant's clothes, had delicate features, and a shield-shaped ornament made of an expensive-looking ruby hung at his waist. Although he was surprised that a servant could afford such an ornament, this wasn't the time to ponder such questions. The hammer in his hand seemed quite heavy, suggesting he had some martial arts training.

"Looks like you're not stupid after all. In the near future, this plague will devour all of humanity, and none of you will escape, hahaha!" Mal'Ganis laughed loudly. "However, you won't live to see that day! Die!" Mal'Ganis flapped his wings. "Go, my darlings!" A swarm of bats, accompanied by a foul stench, flew from beneath the demon's wings towards Arthas.

"Watch out!" Jaina quickly activated her elemental powers. "Dragon's Breath!" A magically formed dragon head appeared before Jaina, its mouth opening wide to spew forth scorching flames.

Instantly, "Chirp chirp chirp," the bats turned to ashes upon contact with the flames and fell to the ground. "That was close," Arthas thought to himself. Then, with a swift step forward, the giant hammer, infused with holy light, gleamed blindingly. One strike, two strikes… Mal'Ganis leaped back and followed with a nimble movement, dodging the prince's blows.

"Fireball!" The condensed fireball hurtled towards the demon. The demon, already suspended in mid-air, was about to be struck when "Shadow Barrier" suddenly appeared, a protective shield of shadow power surrounding Mal'Ganis. The fireball struck it, sending sparks flying. Mal'Ganis was knocked back two steps, but remained completely unharmed.

"Looks like I'll have to deal with you first, beautiful lady!" Mal'Ganis flashed his hands, then unleashed waves of shadow shockwaves emanating from him. His servants were all knocked to the ground. Jaina clung to the doorframe, while Arthas slammed his hammer into the ground to barely steady himself.

"Jaina, run! Go back and tell Master Uther! Quickly, we're no match for him now. Take them and escape!"

"No, I can't leave you behind."

"I command you to go back and tell my father, it's an order!"

"Holy Storm!" Arthas used all his magic to cast this newly mastered skill.

A storm of holy light surrounded Arthas, its radius expanding as it swirled towards the Dreadlord.

Faced with the paladin's powerful Holy Storm, Arthas couldn't unleash its full power, forcing Mal'Ganis to stop casting and dodge.

"Go!"

Jaina knew this wasn't the time for sentimentality and quickly organized a retreat. "Be careful," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Watching Jaina disappear into the distance, Arthas's ultimate attack was neutralized by Mal'Ganis. Exhausted, Arthas collapsed to the ground. "Damn humans, die!" he muttered, raising his claws, preparing to deliver the final blow.

"Oh dear, what a waste!" Just then, Almidy's whip precisely bound Arthas, pulling him away from the demon's clutches. It turned out that after arriving in Anduhar, Mal'Ganis went to control the town hall, while Almidy went to the town library to search for information on Lordaeron.

"Looks like you've taken control here," Almidy said with a smile.

"Looks like you can't resist eating him, can you?" Mal'Ganis pointed at Arthas.

"Such a cute man, eh? Is he a paladin? Why is he wearing servant's clothes? Oh well, never mind, I'm already thirsty down there."

Arthas lay on the ground, looking at the woman before him, wondering why she was with a demon, eating him. Was she also a demon? But she had no horns or wings; she looked like a human woman. Well, if there was any difference, it was that the woman before him was much more beautiful.

"Hmph!" Mal'Ganis walked out. "Hurry up, we still have a mission." "Ara ara, I know!" After Mal'Ganis left, Almidi lay down on the prince who was lying on the ground. At this moment, their lips were close to each other's, and they could feel each other's breath.

Feeling the woman's body temperature and fragrance, Arthas's lower body reacted, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

"How adorable! Don't be shy, let your sister take you to heaven," Almite said, kissing Arthas's lips.

"Mmm..." Arthas, powerless, could only watch helplessly as she forcefully kissed him. He was always the one who forced kisses Jaina before; this was the first time a woman had forced a kiss on him. Although he knew she had ill intentions, the woman's kissing skills were so superb—the inhalation and exhalation, the hooking and pushing—this strange feeling of illicit love made the prince quite enjoy it. "Mmm..."

So fragrant, Arthas felt the air she breathed, tasting the sweet saliva, and the prince gradually relaxed. Wait, how could a human woman's saliva taste sweet? He pushed her away with all his might. "You, you're not human!"

"As expected of a paladin, your will is truly strong! But any resistance is useless." After saying that, her lustful eyes met Arthas's gaze, "Illusion—Desire."

The next moment, Arthas felt a surge of heat throughout his body, desire rising from his genitals to his brain. "Ugh, I... ah... it hurts so much," he said, and with a sudden burst of strength, he sat up and kissed Almiti's lips.

"Ugh..."

Almiti's hands weren't idle either. The hands that had been cupping his face for kissing were now expertly removing his clothes, while the other caressed his entire body. From his back to his buttocks, finally grasping his manhood. Arthas felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his body, and he shuddered the moment his penis was grasped.

Almiti continued their passionate kiss, and Arthas's desire, fueled by the beauty's sweet nectar, grew stronger. He began to caress her breasts. Her large, firm breasts rubbed against his hands through her bra, allowing him to fully feel their fullness. His genitals were already wet. Almiti guided his penis towards its destination, rubbing it against her through her underwear.

"Ah—" Although not a virgin, he ejaculated his first wave of semen with just a light touch.

"Useless, not even as good as that wretched dog Mal'Ganis," Arthas said, tapping the prince's lower abdomen with his finger, instantly restoring his previously limp penis to its former vigor.

Hearing the other say he was useless, the prince's face turned even redder. Unwilling to admit defeat, the prince pulled down Almiti's panties, her vulva already soaking wet. Arthas inserted his fingers and slowly began to thrust in and out. "Ah, ah, so good... yours... so good." One, two, three fingers, and when he touched that beautiful spot, Almiti trembled all over. Pulling the man's head to the entrance of her honeyed cave, the knight, receiving the signal, quickly switched to using his tongue to invade that sacred paradise.

"Ah, so good, my soul. Ah... your tongue... inside..." Arthas licked her clitoris incessantly with his tongue, and finally, "Ah—!" Almiti convulsed, a surging tide of fluid gushing out, covering the prince's face.

"You...I..." The prince, now fully conscious, stared at the woman in shock, wondering what he had done.

"Ah, it's time! I'll eat you now, you know. I haven't eaten for days, I've almost forgotten what it tastes like," she said, grasping his penis and thrusting it into his mouth.

"Ah!" "Mmm..." The pink labia opened automatically upon contact with the glans, enveloping their prey as if afraid of losing it. Almite's round, snow-white buttocks moved up and down, giving Arthas a terrifying pleasure.

"Ah! Stop...stop, please!" Arthas now realized that she wasn't human, and from her language, he understood that ejaculating again meant death, so he could only beg for mercy.

"Ah, I need your penis now, ah...give me all your semen." Almite continued to enjoy the pleasure of Arthas's penis going in and out, while her vagina slowly narrowed. Arthas felt his lower body being squeezed by the vaginal walls, the slippery, hot sensation instantly overwhelming his entire body with pleasure. What was worse, Almite increased her speed.

"Please, please...you, ah...no...ahhh..."

"What a hypocrite, acting like you're enjoying it but saying no." Almidi's tender cervix trembled incessantly against the penis, and as the penis withdrew, the air inside the uterus was squeezed out, creating a vacuum that seemed to suck out all the semen through the urethral opening.

"Ah...there...it's sucking...ah..." Arthas felt a tingling sensation down his spine, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Ahhhhh..." Almidi contracted her vagina again, and the penis, unable to hold back any longer, ejaculated wave after wave of semen. Almidi began to absorb the man's love fluid.

"Oh dear, is that all? But I'm still hungry!" After saying that, she continued to press on Arthas's lower abdomen...

"I want more..." Another wave of ejaculation.

"More...more..."

He didn't know how much time had passed. Arthas's eyes grew increasingly vacant, and his skin began to dry out... "Stop! Stop it now, stop it now!" Mal'Ganis suddenly rushed in.

"Ah, I'm about to climax, wait for me..."

"He's Arthas!"

"Ah, what?" Almidy, half-dead with fright, spat out the penis and collapsed to the ground. "What did you say, Arthas?"

Mal'Ganis threw her a coded letter. "It says the prince has a unique ruby ornament symbolizing peace, exactly like this." He then took the shield-shaped gem from the prince's waist, which was indeed the same as in the painting.

"Now you've sucked him half to death, let's see how you explain this. Or did you not kill him?" "Thank goodness, almost." Almidy patted her chest. "I can return his yang energy to him, so he can be restored."

"But he already knows you're a demon, right?"

"I can erase his memories of me, but that requires a magic circle, and we need to work together to have enough magic to activate it."

"Why should I waste magic?" Mal'Ganis looked at Almidy and said.

"I can let you insert it here, you must really want to!" Almidy said seductively.

Looking at the constantly leaking, lustful vulva, and hearing the other person's words, Mal'Ganis felt his lower body become hard again, much to his dismay.

All along the way, he had been wary of her vulva, never daring to ejaculate inside, fearing she would drain him dry. Yet, deep down, he yearned for a blissful experience within her.

Seeing Mal'Ganis's hesitation, Almiti continued, "Although we have a grudge, we have the same mission now. I have no reason to harm you, and besides, how could she possibly be your match?" "That's right, she has no reason to harm me," Mal'Ganis thought, and immediately pounced on the woman.

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