"I'll rest for a bit, then start. This will drain my life force, and if I could be a bit stronger, perhaps I wouldn't need to sacrifice my own life force." After saying this, Arthas closed his eyes and assumed a praying posture.
He didn't believe in the Light at all; he didn't believe in any of the six primal forces either. He only believed in the system and in himself.
Hearing Arthas say this, Alleria felt even more guilty. If it were a high elf, it wouldn't matter; a bit of lifespan is nothing for an elf who lives for thousands of years. But humans have a short life span of just over a hundred years, and even a single year is critical for them.
"I'm sorry." Alleria gently whispered.
"It's fine. You've given everything for the Alliance, and as a member of the Alliance, I should help you too. You go arrange for the priest to prepare to treat your brother. He'll be weak right after resurrection." Arthas shook his head, internally delighted.
For him, just a skill could allow him to revive Alleria's brother; it was definitely a win-win situation. As for a loss of lifespan, that was pure deception on his part.
Alleria silently went to make arrangements and instructed her followers not to spread the previous matter. An hour later, the skill was off cooldown, and Arthas cast the resurrection spell.
A light of the holy light fell down, and Lirath, who should have remained silent, coughed a few times as his fatal wounds began to heal.
He got up, pale, and said, "Cough, How am I still alive? Sister thank you, your Highness, thank you for saving me."
Arthas waved his hand, holding his head, "It's nothing, Alleria, take him to the priest."
"Yes, Your Highness, I'll come by later." Alleria bit her lip; she didn't hate Arthas but couldn't say she liked him in that way either. For her brother, she even felt a bit of gratitude.
Arthas sat quietly and said to his aide, "Falric, thank you for your hard work, keep watch for me." A holy light fell, and Falric's fatigue seemed to vanish significantly. "Your orders are my will, Your Highness."
This is the benefit of being a prince; there will always be loyal followers. Sometimes, when watching the story of Arthas' past, he also wondered whether it was right or wrong. Even if he was being manipulated, that past couldn't be erased. Moreover, facing enemies that surpassed what he could handle, defeat was not an embarrassing thing.
The cult of the damned, the fearsome demon lord, and the undead scourge were not things Arthas could deal with. Plus, his girlfriend left, and his mentor Uther also departed, indirectly exacerbating Arthas's descent into darkness. Even now, if Arthas's soul had been replaced, if he faced a situation like that in Stratholme, he probably wouldn't make a better choice than the original.
With a population exceeding two hundred thousand, the town had almost entirely consumed the plague grain, and it was only a matter of time before the undead transformation occurred. At this point, whether to kill or not, was no longer the question; would Uther, as a paladin, not know how to resolve it? He just didn't want to carry the infamous reputation of slaughtering civilians.
"What would I do with Stratholme?" Arthas couldn't help but contemplate. Soon, he shook his head, deciding to worry about that later. Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached.
Alleria entered with a fragrant breeze, her green cloak wrapping around her graceful figure, her pretty face displaying a hint of awkwardness and tension. Arthas rushed to embrace Alleria, his lips meeting hers. Because of height differences, he had to stand on his toes to pull her down for the kiss—growth definitely was still needed!
"Hmm!" Alleria reflexively tried to push Arthas away, but quickly realized what was happening. Her hands hovered in the air, not knowing whether to embrace or push away the man. Her tightly closed lips didn't want him to take liberties.
With an overwhelming sense of gratitude, Alleria reluctantly removed what little armor she wore. The ranger attire was designed for lightness to maximize her agile advantages. Her noble, snow-white neck was striking, enhancing her firm figure even more.
A bright and lovely face, almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and long willow eyebrows complemented her wide, pale forehead; her golden hair lay on the blanket. Below was a fit abdomen, flat with ab muscles, displaying a strong and healthy aesthetic.
Below her slim waist were wide hips, accentuating her fuller backside. Her long, fair legs parted slowly, revealing a golden tuft of pubic hair in a well-groomed triangular shape, presenting a beautiful yet subtly seductive appearance.
"Alleria, you're so beautiful!" Arthas sincerely praised, enjoying this elven woman. It wasn't merely her bravery in battle or her beauty, but also because she had two incredibly beautiful sisters. A mother-daughter flower was exciting, but a trio of sisters would be an absolute delight.
"Mmm... gentle... take it easy... I'm shy..." Alleria felt a bit afraid; women often feel hesitant in such matters for the first time, especially when facing a man they aren't particularly fond of, leaving a sense of coercion.
"Ah!" Alleria covered her mouth, trying not to let out a sound, overwhelmed by pleasure. Arthas took her delicate lips with his, her tender flesh soft and inviting, while his large tongue licked at her entrance, occasionally probing inside. He would sometimes press against her sensitive clitoris, causing Alleria to squirm in intense pleasure.
A fog of desire began to cloud her eyes as an unprecedented wave of ecstasy washed over her, a tingling sensation that felt as if it would consume her—so wonderful, so intoxicating.
"I like you, Alleria, I'll take responsibility!" Arthas lifted his head and licked his lips, realizing the elven essence was quite similar to that of humans. He spread her strong, long legs apart and caressed her fair thighs, the touch smooth and filled with toned elasticity!