Arthas was very busy, needing to visit every location. He also had to check on Marlene, as some matters were better resolved with him present. He had to make a round to the Gnolls, Kobolds, Orcs, and Naga to prevent any trouble from brewing.
Even the Naga found the stench of the swamp disgusting, yet the Murlocs swam in it with glee. With the Murlocs helping to clear out the threats within, it created excellent conditions for the troops to rest and reorganize.
"Are you alright?" Arthas asked, looking at Marlene, who was leaning on her desk looking at documents, her expression weary.
Coordinating the army was difficult, and besides, their battle plan was to drive out and eliminate the Horde Orcs they encountered from the east. The main force was in the center, while their position was on the left flank.
Lordaeron's army and Arthas's Expeditionary Force were separate. With the main army in the center, Arthas had proactively taken on the task of covering the flank.
The flank made it convenient for him to gather various resources, practice his professions along the way, and craft higher-level items.
Moreover, both gathering and forging provided a small amount of experience. Although it wasn't much, it added up to a considerable sum.
Marlene shook her head, forcing a smile.
"I'm fine, I'm good. Recently, scouts have reported that the Orcs are collecting something. We've encountered many animals with their blood completely drained. I'm worried the Orcs are plotting something."
Arthas took out a newly acquired Life Essence and gave it to Marlene to use. In an instant, Marlene's complexion improved, even becoming rosy.
As one of the four great beauties of the Scarlet Crusade, Marlene once again bloomed with the alluring charm of a mature woman. Coupled with the valiant and heroic air of a commander, she inspired a strong urge to press her down and whip her fiercely.
"You don't have to do this." A faint, tipsy blush appeared on Marlene's face. She felt better than ever, and even her connection to the Holy Light had grown much stronger.
Her faith had never wavered, and even after her Undead Transformation, she could still wield the Holy Light, a unique trait among all characters!
Looking at the charming, mature commander, Arthas's heart grew hot. He wrapped his arm directly around her waist. "You are mine. I won't allow you to get sick. I want you to live well, to stay young and beautiful for your entire life!"
Marlene gave a bewitching smile, her delicate pinky finger hooking a few stray strands of hair. "I'm already old. Brigitte is the one you should choose. Mmph!"
Arthas stopped talking and kissed Marlene directly. A mature woman had to be thoroughly conquered, made to fall in love with him.
A noblewoman who had lost her husband at a young age and had persevered for so long possessed such firm willpower. Instead of choosing to fall into depravity, she had persisted alone. Such a woman was a true prize.
If he could win her over, she would absolutely be his right-hand woman.
Their tongues chased each other as Arthas greedily drank the mature woman's saliva. His large hands explored her back, roaming up and down, even reaching her perky buttocks.
"Mmph! Can we wait until after the war is over?" Marlene panted. It wasn't that she was unwilling, but she wanted to give her niece some time.
"Mm, I'll wait for you." Arthas squeezed her shapely bottom, his voice a little hoarse.
Feeling the man's massive erection, Marlene's hand reached down and grabbed his thick member, stroking it a few times through his pants. "Let me help you."
"Hiss!" As Marlene took him into her mouth again, Arthas sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure. He watched the mature woman below him concentrating on sucking his cock. They barely had a relationship, yet she was so earnest. He hadn't even gotten this woman into bed yet!
"Take off your top. Use your tits to hold it while you keep licking!"
Marlene gave Arthas a coquettish glance, then reached out to unbutton her clothes and remove her bra. Instantly, two enormous white rabbits bounced out. Her fair, creamy pale skin was so dazzling. Fair skin could hide a multitude of flaws, and her white skin could always stir a man's deepest desires.
As her soft breasts clamped around his iron-hard cock, Marlene marveled that this was even a way to play. She held her breasts with both hands, enveloping the thick, long shaft between them.
While sliding up and down, she lowered her head to suck on the head. Her tongue pried open the urethral opening, occasionally circling the glans, licking it from all angles. From time to time, she would suck hard on the head, the squeezing pleasure making Arthas gasp continuously.
After a while, just as Arthas was about to cum, Brigitte's voice came from outside the tent. "Aunt, I have something to tell you."
Arthas nodded at Marlene, then stood up and pulled on his pants. Marlene also stood up, put on her underwear, and hastily threw on her clothes. Seeing that they were both decent, she said, "Yes, come in."
When Brigitte entered, she saw Arthas but didn't notice the strange atmosphere between them, though there was an odd scent in the air. "Arthas! What are you doing here!"
"I came to see Marlene. She always works so late, which isn't good. If she wears herself out, there'll be no one to help me handle things. You too, you need to take good care of yourself. I need you,"
Arthas said with a bright, sunny smile, giving no hint that he had just had the mature commander give him a tit-job.
"I know. Arthas, Kent came to see me. He said he wants to marry me after the war."
Brigitte looked at Arthas pitifully. "I don't want to marry him."
Arthas pulled Brigitte into his arms and said firmly, "I won't let him marry you either. You can only be mine, and mine alone!"
"Mm, Arthas!" Brigitte happily hugged Arthas's strong waist, resting her cheek against the man's chest. She felt so happy. A woman should find a man she likes and not force herself.
After a moment of tenderness, Arthas no longer felt the need to vent his frustrations. He had to find a way to settle Brigitte's matter. Should he go and confront him directly?
Just as he was feeling troubled, a magical message arrived. Arthas's eyes lit up with joy. It was Onyxia.
Arthas didn't take any guards, heading alone to the hillside outside the camp. His guard captain, Falric, followed behind with his men, ensuring they could be summoned by Arthas if needed. This was the duty of a guard—little freedom, only meticulous diligence.