This night, Arthas suffered from insomnia.
The scenes in his dreams were so vivid and lifelike that he couldn't help pondering whether this bizarre dream was a harbinger of something.
Not until the sun rose the next morning did Arthas finally decide to stop thinking about it for the time being.
He left his room early and came to the wilderness outside the farm.
He resided in a very remote valley surrounded by forests and meadows, a few tilled fields, and a wooden cabin.
Ever since he escaped the pursuit of the Black Blade, he had settled here in seclusion.
The air in the valley was exceptionally fresh, which greatly improved his mood, and he picked up a two-handed sword for training and started practicing swordsmanship on an open field.
