My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The Holy Light is on!——At this moment, Arthas fully understood how ignorant and primitive these cave-dwelling monsters were.Perhaps for the Red Dragon Legion, a young dragon is just a small individual in their vast group; but a dragon egg... If the group of wizards in Dalaran, or it is still unknown whether they will arrive Kel'Thuzad in Lordaeron’s King City; or those evil people with ulterior motives know its existence, I don’t know how many people will get this dragon egg at all costs—whether for research or for trying to tame the one Long Tsai.

And now, these cavemen actually plan to eat this dragon egg... after barbecue?Looking at the cavemen staring at the dragon eggs and drooling, Arthas couldn't wait to rush to them, slap the caveman's leader fiercely, and snarled loudly at it: "Asshole! Do you know this dragon? Take the egg to the world outside the mountain, I don’t know how many carts of chicken drumsticks and barbecue can be exchanged!"

Of course Alsace would not do this-he had other ideas."Xiaoshuang, do you have any way to bring that dragon egg to me without these cavemen reacting?" Arthas asked his little magic sword.Frostmourne smiled sweetly at his master: "Okay, master!"

After speaking, Frostmourne rushed to the group of cavemen who were grilling dragon eggs."Uh..." Arthas's right hand stretched out only halfway up, and Frostmourne had already run away.In fact, the little prince only asked Frostmourne if he could do anything about it. He didn't expect that Little Demon Sword had already acted on its own.

Chapter 212 Master, do you want to eat baked eggs?

When Frostmourne acted like this without authorization, things would always deviate from Arthas's wishes.In fact, Alsace did not want to hurt these cavemen.It wasn't because of a benevolent mentality, but Arthas was not a savage orc after all, and would not slaughter intelligent creatures like humans just because of his own little wish - except of course, except in the case of being attacked by cavemen.

But Frostmourne doesn't even know what mercy is. In fact, she naturally has a way to make those cavemen unable to move, and then take away the dragon egg-in the original time flow, after Arthas committed suicide, Frostmourne It was to use the cold wind like a bitter winter to seal the Ashen Inquisition Army who came to crusade Alsace with the High Lord Tirion Fording and Muradin Bronzebeard in the ice sculpture.

But now, Frostmourne had other plans. Although it did not reveal his figure, the little magic sword passed through the group of cavemen like an endless vortex; from the perspective of mortals, bunches of souls The energy of Frostmourne was withdrawn from the cavemen.

In Vereesa’s eyes, Frostmourne was like a legendary god, walking past the barbaric monsters in every detail. Her appearance and manners were as dazzling as the fairy tales; and those savage monsters, It seemed that he had lost his soul suddenly-and the facts were indeed so general, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Vereesa even saw that several cavemen fell directly on the heavy weapons that the orcs had discarded on the ground-the spiked mace had intimate and in-depth contact with the bodies of these cavemen, but these cavemen did He didn't even groan and whirr.

Soon, nearly a hundred cavemen were drained of their souls by Frostmourne and fell by the fire.Frostmourne walked to the side of the fire, squatted down, and a pair of white and crystal-clear hands, amid Vereesa's involuntary exclamation, plunged into the burning flames.

"Hey~hoo!" With a soft drink, Frostmourne pulled the dragon egg out of the fire with some effort, and the white egg shell didn't seem to be damaged under the flame.In the yellowish fire, Frostmourne picked up the dragon egg with difficulty, turned and walked back in the direction of Arthas-not to say that this dragon egg is too heavy for Frostmourne, but Little Demon Sword's chest was already covered with mountains and mountains, and with a dragon egg the size of a human head, it seemed a bit crowded.

"Master, here you are!" Frostmourne returned to Arthas happily. Even though he said so, Frostmourne still held the dragon egg tightly-with Arthas's young body, how? Thinking it was impossible to hold this dragon egg to continue the journey, Frostmourne decided to hold this dragon egg for the owner.

Xiaoshuang has worked so hard, the owner will definitely reward Xiaoshuang, right?——Frostmourne thought with joy——but there is a flaw in it, if only a few drops of sweat could be on Xiaoshuang’s forehead——it is said that women’s pitiful appearance can arouse male desire/hope. ——Frostmourne recalls the soul memory of love she sorted out, with a little regret.

Arthas was a little dejected-this little frost started again... but Arthas also understood that it is impossible for Frostmourne to understand what mercy is; even if Frostmourne does not slaughter humans at will , To absorb the soul, only because he was worried that doing so would make Arthas angry, not because of any kindness.

I also know that I don't have any reason with Frostmourne. If you want to stop her similar behavior, it is better to abandon her to threaten it more efficiently.But Arthas naturally wouldn't scare Frostmourne over such "little things"-after all, cavemen are not a good thing. If you die, you die, just as venting for the dwarves.

Seeing Frostmourne’s deliberately pretending pitiful look, Arthas smiled helplessly, and said, "Mograine, you come and bring this dragon egg!" Hearing Alsace's orders, Mograine inserted the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard around his waist and took the dragon egg from Frostmourne.

For Mograine, this dragon egg is not heavy, but a little light; the paladin stared at the white shell and looked again, it is really unimaginable, such as Krasus and Taranistaz. The giant beast came out of such a small egg-of course, this is the largest egg that Mograine has ever seen, but the smallest young dragon is more than three meters long!

"Master, why did you get this dragon egg? Do you want to roast it?" The dragon egg was handed over to Mograine, Frostmourne stretched out, and saw Arthas' eyes casually Glancing at the double/peaks that stand upright in front of his chest because of the stretch of his limbs, Little Demon Sword asked with joy to his owner.

Arthas tried his best to withdraw his eyes from the two balls of meat/balls, pretending that he could not see Vereesa's somewhat weird and resentful eyes, and said solemnly: "In this dragon egg...it should also be red. The dragon queen’s child, right? The dragon is not a chicken or duck... It’s too cruel to be eaten like this."

This is not Alsace’s excuse. He did feel that it was too much to let this dragon egg be eaten by these savage primitive cavemen. The main reason was that he suddenly thought of the dumb little red dragon Valastraz. , The other side talked to Arthas about the little red dragon who was confused and painful in his heart.

In this dragon egg... If you can hatch a young dragon, you should be regarded as Valastazzi's brothers and sisters?——Arthas looked at the dragon egg held in Mograine’s arms, feeling a little bit in his heart——If I was saddened by the murloc who would even feel sad to see the murlocs he didn’t want to do, he knew Its brothers and sisters are eaten alive, will it be even more heartache, right?

It's not that Alsace and Valastazzi have established a deep friendship in just a few sentences.It's just that Arthas suddenly felt more compassionate...oh no, just compassion for the dragon.This group of cavemen, who were unceremoniously slaughtered by Frostmourne, has delayed the process of the group long enough. Under the urging of Alsace, several people walked along the street and continued towards the depths of Grim Batol. Go.

As Arthas was advancing with his dragon egg trophy, deep in the city of Grim Batol, in that huge house, the high elf named "Talan" appeared again on the red dragon In front of.The red dragon was still roaring in the pain of laying eggs, and when Taran appeared, it roared bitterly: "Talan...what about my child? You let the caveman steal my egg? you this……"

Chapter 213 Dragon Beast

"Please be quiet, my queen." Taran interrupted the roar of the red dragon without a word.The red dragon looked at the high elf in front of him in a little astonishment. It seemed to be offended by his rudeness. The red dragon suddenly opened a huge mouth full of teeth, wanting to bite the high elf in front of him. Elves.

Taran frowned, disappeared into the spot in an instant, appeared behind him, avoiding the slow and weak attack of the red dragon."My queen...you still have the strength to attack me? It seems that Neltharion's demon soul is not as useful as he claims!" Taran mocked, as if not afraid of this behemoth at all .

After that feeble blow, the red dragon seemed to have exhausted its life's strength. It could only lower its elegant head and put its chin on the cold bluestone floor, with only those huge eyes. Still staring at Taran, a vicious curse: "You...you can't do such a thing to my child!"

Taran shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Why not? You are their mother, but I am not their father. My queen, could it be that you have forgotten, although I am the oldest of all red dragons, but You are their queen. I'm tired of taking care of these younger generations. Who is called those Titans and didn't choose me to lead our kind? In that case, why should I look after those offspring who don't belong to me?"

The red dragon slightly opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and squeezed out a sentence: "Talan, the reason why Titan did not make you the king of the red dragon is because you shamefully flee when facing Galakrond. On the battlefield!" As if irritated by what the red dragon said, the muscles on Taran's face began to twitch again.

"Hey...it seems that your conversation is not going well!" With a burst of wretched laughter, a middle-aged human uncle led an orc and quickly walked into the place where Taran and the red dragon were. The room came to Taran and joked with interest.

"Nesario..." Taran's face became even more ugly. "I just told you that there is still..." Nesario waved his hand coolly and said, "I understand. Understand, there are still three days... Although I don't think you can take my sister's heart, but... I will give you enough time, Taran, as a reward for your betrayal of my sister."

Although Nesario's tone of voice was full of condescending superiority, which made Taran very dissatisfied, he still got the answer he wanted.After letting go of the hostility in his heart a little, Taran asked calmly: "Then, what are you doing here? The queen hasn't produced enough eggs yet."

Nesario's gaze glanced at the huge container at the end of the red dragon, and with the whimper of the red dragon, a dragon egg with mucus slipped into the container.The body of the red dragon trembled, opened the eyes that had just been closed due to pain, glared at Neltharion, and said angrily: "Neltharion, let me go immediately!"

"Oh, that’s not going to work, my sister. You know, my dear partner Sinestra has disappeared, my other sister Ysera has been sleeping again, Sindragosa and that fellow After running away, after Sarri Dormi was swallowed by the violent time flow, Nozdormu refused to choose a new bronze dragon queen, so I can only use your egg to accomplish my ultimate goal." Nesario's mouth came out one after another complicated names.

"Impossible... Whether it is a dragon or a young dragon, they are all my children, I will not let them become your experiment!" The red dragon roared weakly."Oh... that's it, so you refuse to give birth to dragon eggs that can produce giant dragons? But my sister, you may be disappointed... Even if your dragon eggs can only produce young dragons, they will also change. It's my experiment!" Neltharion smiled evilly as he walked to the huge container at the end of the red dragon.

"Stop! Don't move my child!" The red dragon seemed to want to turn his head and bite Nesario's body, but didn't know why he couldn't move.Neltharion also seemed to know that the red dragon was unable to resist, and went straight to pick up a freshly baked dragon egg in that huge container.

(Please forgive me for not knowing what adjectives are used here... Freshly baked? Freshly baked? Freshly... You know where it is.)

As he walked towards the orc who followed, Nesario played with the dragon egg in his hand and said word by word: "My dear sister, next is the moment to witness the miracle! This is the progress of our race. It is also my strength, gradually approaching the proof of those Titans!"

As he said, the dragon egg in Nesario's hand slowly became brighter and brighter in the wide room until the light covered the torches inserted on the wall of the room.Just like a sun appeared in the room, everything was shrouded in strong white light.

The red dragon, Taran, and Neltharion were not affected, but the orc had already begun to scream.In the diffuse light and fog, a black shadow traveled slowly and gradually expanded. In the end, the sky's light was sucked into the black shadow.

As the dazzling light dissipated, the orc who entered the room with Nesario had disappeared, replaced by a huge humanoid monster-sharp minions, thorny spine, stout tail and The limbs and crocodile-like head are exactly the kind of weird humanoid dragons that Arthas and the others saw at the gate of the orc cottage.

"This...what did you do to my child?" the red dragon shouted in disbelief.Nesario looked at the humanoid monster and smiled proudly and said, "My sister, what you see in front of you is a new member of our dragon class. I call them... the dragon beast! Just put the dragon egg Using a special method to inject the essence of the orcs into the orcs... you can give birth to extremely powerful combat power!"

"Ho~Ho~" The monster that Nesario called the "dragon beast" gave out a low growl, and the corners of his mouth kept dripping with pale yellow saliva.These saliva dripped on Nesario's feet, and some splashed on his robes.Nesario's eyebrows frowned, and then he waved his right hand.

A black light flashed, and the dragon beast that had just been "born" was cut into several pieces in the black dead light that radiated from Nesario's hand.A scorched barbecue smell slowly radiated into the air."You... Neltharion, you..." The red dragon seemed to be unable to believe his own eyes. In any case, that thing was made by wasting the life of a child of his own, and what happened to Neltharion was that. ... just destroy this thing like this?

Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen

"It stains my robes." Nesario's lingua franca was eloquent, but the reasons given were extremely cruel. "But don't worry, my sister. Although this kind of thing is barely us. But they are not very easy to use here, and they are still different from the ones that are actually born from eggs... It’s just that no dragon has been born for so long, which makes me very anxious! The fighting power of these new-borns is Much better than the young dragon!" Neltharion nodded his head while explaining.

"You...that's our kind, I don't use the strength of combat power to distinguish my children!" the red dragon roared and retorted.But Nesario and Taran just made a nonchalant shrug: "They are not my children. You are their mother, and I am not their father... If you are barely speaking, you can count as their uncle. ?"

An angry flame spurted from the red dragon's eyes, and then it seemed to think of something, and then suddenly screamed: "Nesario! Could it be that... the previous egg was also yours..." Nesario was stunned, then He smiled and nodded and said: "Yes, my sister, it seems that the demon soul just suppressed your power, but did not turn you into an idiot. The dragon eggs you gave birth before were all tested by me. But well... the previous experimental methods were a bit imperfect, and all the eggs were wasted. I came to see you today, just hoping you can speed up the rate of spawning!"

"You...you dream! I won't lay eggs anymore!" The red dragon's stern call was filled with helplessness."It's up to you, my sister." Nesario shook his head and looked at the end of the red dragon - despite resisting it, a brand new dragon egg has been unstoppable from the red dragon. The end of the dragon stuck his head.

"Well, my sister, I'm very busy, I'm going back to continue the experiment." Nelthario seemed to be tired of the red dragon's sorrowful interpretation, and turned and left the room.When he reached the door of the room, Nesario turned his head and said to the expressionless Taran in the middle of the house: "Oh, yes, I hope that in three days, you have succeeded in getting my sister back. I still expect it. I can get a few dragon eggs that can give birth to giant dragons, and conduct my experiment!" After speaking, Nesario left this empty room with a laugh.

"Woo..." The red dragon finally showed its incomparably weak side. Its huge head slumped weakly on the cold bluestone floor and made a sad whimper. If it weren't for the tears in the eyes, the onlookers still Thought this dragon was crying.

"My queen..." Taran seemed to want to approach the red dragon, and hesitation flashed across his face."Go away!" Taran only got a roar."My queen... you know, the cooperation with Nesario is not my intention, as long as you... as long as you agree to my request, you can be free." Taran walked quickly to the red dragon Around him, the tone seemed a little eager.

"Promise you? Then? Continue to give my children to Nesario to do his evil experiment? Turn my children into half-dragon and non-dragon monsters?" The red dragon suddenly became angry again."No...it's not like that, my queen...at that time, they will be our children...I will protect them!" Taran was eager to express his feelings. He seemed to be overcome by the weakness of the red dragon. See what hope.

"Protect? Okay, you go kill Neltharion now, and I will agree to your request!" The red dragon said with a sneer."My queen...you know, I'm not Neltharion's opponent." Taran showed an embarrassed expression on his face."You weren't his opponent before, but not necessarily now!" The red dragon said with a little disdain.

Taran shook his head, and said helplessly: "My queen... even if you say that, I cannot challenge Neltharion. Although I am older than him, the power to guard the dragon is not me. Such an ordinary dragon can contend." Taran seems to have a clear understanding of his own strength.

"Huh... that's not necessarily. You see my current state. In front of that thing, all the guardian dragons will be restricted by its power. Nesario is just holding up a disguise in front of you. Just become powerful." While talking, the red dragon raised its head with difficulty and looked at the top of the house.

At the top of the empty room, on the high dome, there is a small golden disk floating.The disc seemed to be spinning automatically, and the faint light from the torch refracted the fire into colorful brilliance, which looked very gorgeous.

"It's impossible... At that time, I have seen Neltharion use this thing to defeat... Malygos and his... race, if what you say is true..." Taran shakes Shaking his head, even though what the red dragon said was very seductive/deceptive, he had long wanted to show that proud Neltharion a little bit of color, but...the difference in strength between the two sides was really too big.

"Huh... that's just because Neltharion is holding that thing. If it is any one of the guardian dragons, you can easily use it to repel the other four guardian dragons, but it will cost a lot. The price, you were there at the time, and you saw the flames gushing out of Nesario’s body. Otherwise, do you think Nesario has any reason not to carry this thing with him? This is the most powerful artifact, just Even the Titans are threatened with death in front of this artifact. However, Neltharion himself is also very afraid of this thing." The red dragon said a lot in one breath, and some could not breathe; at the same time, At the end of its body, there is also a dragon egg slowly creeping out.