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On the second day, as scheduled, Arthas arrived at Windrunner's Tower to perform a resurrection spell on Lisa's husband.

With the holy light descending, a wisp of soul returned to the body.

Crosta also opened his eyes, but he could only unconsciously open his mouth without being able to speak.

"His soul is shattered, I could only retrieve a portion of it, I did my best," Arthas shook his head, encountering this situation for the first time.

He realized that resurrection was not invincible; there were still ways to counter it.

Seeing her husband open his eyes, Lisa was excited and went to check his body. The good news was that her husband was revived!

The bad news was that her husband had turned into a vegetable, only able to communicate through eye contact, unable to speak.

"Is there any way to cure it?"

"It's beyond my abilities. Maybe in the future, someone else could help. Matters of the soul are too complex; no one likes to delve into such things. Not just in Dalaran, even your High Elves consider soul research taboo," Arthas spoke the truth. The abhorrence towards soul research was tied to the corruption of Guardian Medivh and the contamination of souls. Engaging in such sacrilege understandably led to disgust.

"I understand; you did your best," Lisa expressed no blame. She had already prepared herself for the possibility of failure.

She just hadn't expected an unexpected success!

That was what surprised her, true surprise comes from the unexpected.

"He still needs to recover. Let's go, don't forget your duties," Arthas suddenly felt a pang of guilt, a sense of wrongdoing he had never experienced before.

"Can we not stay here?" Lisa bit her lip, unable to refuse this matter, but at least she wanted to preserve some dignity.

"Let's go to the next room!" Arthas impatiently pulled Lisa to the adjacent room. Soon, muffled moans from Lisa could be heard, mixed with the sounds of physical contact, completely immersed in carnal desire.

Meanwhile, the vegetable-like Crosta tried to speak but couldn't. He felt something was wrong but couldn't change it.

For two days, Arthas commanded troops to stand guard and brainwashed orc laborers.

Appointing one laborer as the overseer to manage the others, he ordered them to mine nearby ores and manufacture siege weapons.

Orc craftsmanship was rough but practical, not concerned with aesthetics as long as it was functional.

The Naga were taming local murlocs, their presence visible in almost every area.

These murlocs could be enslaved, and the Naga were dominant in the sea. The only ones who could oppose them were the ghostly water spirits of the high seas and the minions of the Water Elemental Lords.

Supporting the High Elves was just a facade. What Arthas needed was a negotiation opportunity and to bring Alleria home.

By a river near the mines, Arthas, bare-chested, wielded pliers in one hand and a hammer in the other, working on crafting.

While orc laborers mined, he utilized the materials to create ingots, increasing his mining experience. Higher experience levels unlocked more recipes, improved quality, and reduced material usage, honing his skills.

The calm river suddenly stirred, and a Naga emerged, transforming into a tall Elf with radiant violet skin.

Haley bowed respectfully to Arthas, hands clasped in front of her abdomen, "Master, Lady Vashj wishes to see you."

"Let her come directly." Arthas set aside the ingots and materials to craft equipment.

The quality of these items was decent and suitable for equipping the army.

His current focus was updating the military's arsenal and having his concubine assist Omia in purchasing skilled Goblin slaves. Technological research must not halt; in legion-level battles, technological advancements were more efficient than strenuous cultivation.

Technology could grant ordinary individuals formidable killing power, while strength could elevate them to demigods, the two not mutually exclusive.

The river bubbled again, and Vashj, with snake-like hair, emerged, holding her signature silver bow and arrows, "Your Highness, good day, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"I am equally pleased to see you again, Vashj. You are as beautiful as ever. What good news do you bring me this time?" Arthas smiled, setting his hammer aside, grabbing a towel to wipe himself down, then changing into a robe.

Not far away under a tree, Gianna and Illusia remained in meditation. They had not strayed far from Arthas; one enjoyed watching her fiancé in sight, while the other, a servant, was ready to attend to her master at any moment.

"Your Highness's life remains as colorful as ever." A hint of disdain flashed through Vashj's mind. It seemed he was a man who couldn't live without women, unable to control his filthy desires!

"The tribe's main forces have advanced to Silvermoon City but were blocked by Sunwell. The Hunter troops suffered heavy casualties, vast forests were burned, and now Silvermoon City is filled with refugees."

"Can we trigger a tsunami to submerge Sunwell and cause them some trouble?" Arthas spoke gently, his smile belying chilling words. Sunwell was the lifeblood of the high elves its destruction could lead to their massacre.

Prolonged exposure to the Arcane energy of Sunwell can lead to addiction, similar to drug dependency. Once cut off, the body experiences severe withdrawal symptoms, including convulsions and excruciating pain, tormenting them to death.

This is why high elf mages rarely leave Quel'Thalas, as only a few can resist and control the addiction.

Despite knowing the risks, high elves cannot resist the convenience Sunwell offers.

Moreover, the proud elves would never believe anyone could breach Sunwell's defenses. They would eliminate any enemy that dared to attack!