Arthas raised his longsword and chopped off Zulud's right hand. Then, nonchalantly, he picked up the severed hand and used holy light to barely reattach it.
"Where are the Demon's Souls?"
"I don't know! Ah!" Zulud refused to speak, feeling humiliated like a dog underfoot, unable to accept such disgrace!
Without hesitation, Arthas swiftly cut off the just reattached arm again.
Picking up the right hand once more, he asked, "Where are the Demon's Souls?" with a blank expression.
"I don't know! Ah!" Zulud screamed again as a finger was severed, the pain of losing a finger was excruciating.
"Where are the Demon's Souls?" Arthas moved the longsword to another finger.
"No, ah!" Before Zulud could finish, Arthas cut off the finger, reattaching it with holy light.
Continuing the torture, fingers were followed by toes, nearly five minutes of brutal torment that even made Onyxia, the black dragon princess, nauseous from the bloodshed.
Alleria turned away without looking, finding the scene too gruesome. She even began to doubt Arthas, wondering if he was possessed by something.
Muradin, accompanied by the Hill Dwarf, asked with a serious expression, "Arthas, are you okay?"
Arthas looked up and gave Muradin a bright smile, "Of course, I'm fine. Orc is our enemy. I am so cruel to my enemies. I will do my best to my allies. To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to us, and to be irresponsible to the soldiers and compatriots who died in battle. So don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"Good to hear." Muradin didn't oppose Arthas's actions as long as he wasn't going mad; otherwise, it would be hard to justify to Lordaeron.
"To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to us, and to be irresponsible to the soldiers and compatriots who died in battle." Alleria carefully pondered these words, looking at Arthas with a complex gaze. Arthas, meeting her eyes, gave her a bright smile.
Though bloodstained, Alleria felt a bit embarrassed and turned away, realizing she had misinterpreted the situation.
After addressing the concern, Arthas turned to Zulud with a sinister smile, unknowingly resembling the smile of the fallen death knight. "Tell me, where are the Demon's Souls? Orcs uphold honor, unlike the despicable and vile races resorting to such means. Tell me, and I can offer you dignity."
Zulud, with fearful eyes, looked at Arthas, "In the hands of Ner'zhul, you stand no chance!"
"Where is Ner'zhul?" Arthas continued to inquire.
"He's deep within Grim Batol fortress, you won't succeed!" Before Zulud could finish, Arthas swiftly beheaded him, not giving him a chance to react or resist.
Muradin approached with a Hill Dwarf, "Arthas, this is Rom, the chieftain of the nearby Red Mud tribe."
"Thank you, His Royal Highness Prince, for your assistance. I heard you're looking for Grim Batol fortress? I can guide you there. It's not an easy journey; the place has been abandoned for some time." Rom, a typical Hill Dwarf with red skin, offered his help.
"Don't mention it. Humans and dwarves have always been helping each other as allies. You help me, I help you; the world will be better. Thank you, but we need to rest for a while." After a brief rest, Arthas felt a hint of fatigue.
"Please rest in our village, not far ahead, just past two mountains."
Pointing to the distant mountains, Rom's idea of "not far" was quite a distance.
Crossing mountains and hills, they arrived at the Hill Dwarf village, built into the mountainside. Like other dwarves, Hill Dwarves enjoyed mining.
The village, built into the mountain for natural defense, had interconnected passageways leading into the mountains.
It made sense why they could engage in prolonged battles with the orc enslaving the red dragon in the storyline.
Arthas relaxed with a bath, closing his eyes to rest.
In the previous battles, he had deliberately appeared frenzied to maintain his composure.
In the battlefield where blood and severed limbs flew, denying fear was impossible. He had to convince himself, hypnotize himself, to participate and immerse himself in the melody of this world.
Fear could make one timid but also ignite courage and fighting spirit within.
Knock knock! A knock on the door interrupted.
"Please come in."
Alleria, dressed in green Hunter attire with a bow, entered gracefully, exuding a stern and efficient aura after the battle.
With a hint of doubt, she asked, "Arthas, did you need me?"
Arthas stood up, locked the door, and embraced Alleria's slender waist, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazed at the charming Female Elf, "Alleria, help me, and I will repay you. Only you can help me."
Cornered against the wall, Alleria seemed to realize something, turned her head away from Arthas's intense gaze, "No, we can't. Mmm!" She was forcefully kissed, feeling the heat of his breath and the sensation of his hands exploring her curves, recalling the pleasure of that night once again.
Nimble fingers could have easily drawn the dagger to push away the man who was encroaching, but inexplicably, they ended up embracing the man's back.
Kissing the boy who was only fourteen in front of her, she moved her waist provocatively, seemingly chasing pleasure.
"Give yourself to me, Alleria, I like you. My ambition is not to become a king, but to become a demigod. I want to be like Aragorn, to become a demigod, so there will be no lifespan limit, I want to be with you forever!" Arthas lewdly propositioned Alleria while making promises.
Although Alleria was aroused, she remained clear-minded, "What about your fiancée? Hmph, don't think I don't know about you and the princess of Kul Tiras!"
"She is she, you are you, who says there can only be one wife. You both belong to me, I won't let go of either of you, I'm willing to do anything for you. Do you know how much I sacrificed to resurrect Liras? Ten years of lifespan, that's why I seek to enhance my power, I want to be with you forever." Arthas continued to lie and deceive Alleria, talking about lifespan, all just to have sex with her.