My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Huh?" Vereesa felt very comfortable holding Sister Alleria, and even the answer was shortened to a simple tone.

"What do you think of that Falstad?" Alleria suppressed the smile in her heart and teased her sister.

"Fos... Tade?" Vereesa's tone was full of doubts, "What is that?"

"..." Alleria felt a deep apology for the dwarf in her heart-it seemed that the dwarf had no chance at all. Two times, Vereesa still couldn't remember his name... …

"It's the dwarf, the one he greeted you just now at the door of the chamber, Fustad...remember it?" Alleria enlightened her sister.

"Oh, Mr. Dwarf! The one with Mr. Muradin!" Vereesa finally remembered.

"Yeah, yes yes, what do you think of Vereesa?" Although she felt that Vereesa would never like a dwarf, Alleria still wanted to tease her little sister.

"Huh? No opinion. I don’t know that Mr. Dwarf very well... and I always can’t distinguish between him and Mr. Muradin, and the dwarves in Dun Modd. I think they look like It's all the same." Vereesa said with some confusion-facing creatures like dwarves, other races would indeed feel a little blind to these little men with uniform beards.

"But... Vereesa, don't you really know?" Alleria asked with a smile, "That Mr. Dwarf seems to like you a little bit!"

"What...what?" Vereesa started to stutter again. She lifted her head from Alleria's chest, her face full of surprise, "How could this happen! We only met once!"

"This is love at first sight~" Alleria was amused when she saw Vereesa's bewildered expression, "I saw that Mr. Dwarf couldn't even speak and stammered after seeing you. So funny!"

"Sister Alleria!" Vereesa yelled with shame and anger, "You can't talk nonsense like this!"

"I didn't talk nonsense! Think about it, why did he say hello to you? Are you familiar with each other? Like you said, you only met one side; our high elves and their dwarves are not allies Relationship. Anyway, he must like you. What about you, Vereesa? What do you think of that gentleman dwarf?" Alleria forced her sister, even a motherly sister, to see Vereesa embarrassed. The cute expression at that time will also produce evil excitement!

"I...I...I don't like him..." Vereesa's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"Why? Is it because of the height of the dwarves?" Alleria quipped-she certainly knew that this was not the reason. The main reason was that the aesthetics of the dwarves and the high elves were too far apart; of course, height was indeed a problem, high. Although the elves have no idea that men are superior to women and women also have an important position in the ethnic group, the height of the dwarves is really too short!

"No...not for this reason...height...height is not a problem!" Vereesa stammered-of course height is not a problem, and Arthas can only reach his own fart, right?

"Height isn't a problem?" Now it's Alleria's turn to be confused, "Can Vereesa really accept a dwarf?"-No?Is his sister really so fraternal?She and Sylvanas will have a...Dwarf brother-in-law?

"No...no! It's not a dwarf!...Oh, sister Alleria, let's go to bed!" Vereesa ran away from her sister's bed in a panic and got into her own bed. She rolled her head into the quilt and stopped talking to Sister Alleria.

"Uh... that..." Alleria felt that she was self-defeating--want to tease Vereesa about the dwarf, but she didn't expect that the one who faced the trouble in the end would become herself--the dwarf still Can't it?Even a human is better than a dwarf!

Vereesa, who was curled up into a ball with a quilt, quietly stuck out her head after being bored in the bed for a while-if she didn't come out, Vereesa would be suffocated to death!

Vereesa, who thought of someone because of Alleria's words, blinked her light blue eyes in the dark, quietly thinking about what was in her mind-is that nasty human little devil's head and cream again Did the lady do that kind of bad thing?Her Excellency, have you taken good care of him?(To be continued.)

Chapter 419 I just want to kill them

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning passed through the vast swamps of the wetland, driving the darkness out of the world bit by bit, Gul'dan stepped out of his camp and stood in the last shadow before dawn, looking at the whole beast. In Rendaying, in the silence, he once again smelled the smell of a little fishy smell-this was his favorite, the smell of blood.

It seems that Grom was not idle last night!Gul'dan thought this way, glanced up at the sun advancing here, and put his hand on his hood-sun, he hated this kind of thing most.

"Gul'dan, Grom and the Warsong clan have killed all the orcs of the other clans!" Gu'jal didn't know where he got out and appeared behind Gul'dan; he was wearing a pocket like Gul'dan. Cap, but his two heads are so strange, the hood can only cover the back of his head.

"Hmm...Did you make the soul stone according to my request?" Gul'dan nodded and asked.

"Yes, Gul'dan. But this trick of yours is really amazing. I'm worried that you don't have enough souls to use. You can let Grom provide us with so many souls. Now it's even going to The place in the legend is also..." The head on the right of Gul'al seemed to lack sleep, and his eyes were kept tightly closed. The conversation with Gul'dan was done by the head on the left.

"Silence! Gu'gall, silence!" Gul'dan sternly stopped the ogre's words, "I don't want other orcs, especially Grom and Zuhed, to know about that, you know? Fool? !"

"Yes, yes..." Gul'al's right head opened his eyes in fright by Gul'dan's voice, and replied hurriedly.

"Oh, by the way, Gul'dan, about Zuherd... he, his Dragonmaw clan, and the two Blackham cubs, seem to be dissatisfied with your arrangement... Do you want... "This time it was the head on the left of Gu'gall, and he made a "cross-cut" gesture with his hand under his neck while speaking.

"Hey, bastard! Use yourself to sign! Why use me to sign?" The head on the right of Gu'gall was dissatisfied, feeling that the head on the left had violated his territory.

"Shut up, idiot!" Gu'gall yelled at the head on the left, then his right hand lifted up and hit the head on the right hard.

"It hurts!" Chu'gall's two heads shouted at the same time-although each has its own thoughts and can control the body, the pain seems to be shared.

"How dare you hit me!" The head on the right of Gu'gal roared loudly, and controlled his left hand to attack the head on the left.

As a result, Gu'gall's two heads and two hands soon became a ball; the two heads seemed to be incomprehensible to each other, and they both hit cruel hands, "pop" and screams of pain. The sound is endless.

Seeing Gu'gall in front of him concentrating on playing "hands fighting each other", Gul'dan didn't bother to care about him anymore. Although this subordinate was much smarter than the other ogres, he was still a stupid in the final analysis; of course, stupid. Good stupid, at least I can trust him a little bit more.

As for Zuherd and the Dragonmaw clan... Gul'dan has no idea about them for the time being; because, whatever Zuherd and his men think, the power of this orc tribe may be able to be used by himself in the future I got it, but that's what happened after I got to that place and grabbed the mysterious power there...

"Grom, you really..." Zuherd looked at the Grom Hellscream in front of him in surprise; the chief of the Warsong clan armed with weapons was almost fished out of the pool of blood. , A strong murderous aura exuded from all over his body.

I don’t know if it’s his own illusion, Zuherd even feels that the blood has dyed Grom’s green skin reddish; the small spikes previously found on Grom’s body have gradually become more obvious. It seems that bone nails have grown on his skin.

"Really what? Really killed those waste? Zuherd, don't look surprised, I know that when we and the warriors of the Warsong clan are doing these things, you are watching-and that Two Blackham's cubs together." Grom still spoke unceremoniously.

Zuherd was silent for the first time-Grom was right. Last night, when the Warsong clan suddenly attacked the orcs of the other ten clan in the orc camp, he and his Dragonmaw clan did not do anything. Just watching quietly from one side.

The Warsong clan quickly killed all the other orcs in the orc camp. Until now, the bodies of those orcs are still randomly placed in the camp. The bright red blood stains the grass in the camp red. Brown muddy.

"Grom, do you really think Gul'dan's statement is right? When the group of humans come to this camp and see that so many orcs are dead, they will not wonder who killed these orcs. "Zucherd felt that Gul'dan's babble last night was simply untenable.

"Of course they will be puzzled, and I don't think that the leader of the group of humans will believe that all the orcs are dead here." Grom put "Gorehowl" on his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"Then you still..." Zuherd didn't understand, why, knowing that Gul'dan was lying, Grom would still slaughter these people.

"Because I don't care at all, and I don't want them to follow me." Grom's blood-red eyes were full of mania, "With these guys following, even if they get to the new continent, they will only become a hindrance to our Warsong clan. Warrior. So, instead of waiting until that time, I will kill them now. As for you, Zuherd, and your Dragonmaw clan, and the two Blackham cubs, I hope you can restrain them. . If you and these orcs will drag down our Warsong clan, I don’t mind repeating what just happened."

This...what is this?Gul'dan had an incredible look in his eyes-what Grom said... as if he slaughtered these orcs just because of a whim?

"Okay, Zuherd. I don't have time to accompany you here to mourn this group of trash. I'm going to go to Gul'dan and ask him when the group of goblin ships will be able to reach here." Mu left with his own "Gorehowl", and Zuherd watched with his own eyes an orc's corpse blocking Grom's front, and then he stepped unceremoniously into the muddy lawn of the wetland.

This is the tribe now?——A sad emotion arose in Zuherd’s heart——How far can such a tribe, the bloodthirsty Grom and the tribe ruled by Gul'dan with ulterior motives, advance on that strange road What?(To be continued.)

Chapter 420 Frozen

In the morning at Fadier Bay, the horses boiled.

On the not-so-wide beach, there are busy human soldiers everywhere; their outfits are different, which means that the regions they come from are also very different.

These human soldiers from Elwynn Forest, Westfall, Hillsbrad Foothills, Stratholme, and Arathi Highlands gathered here today because they are going to the orc base camp on the other side of the narrow sea Launch the final total attack.

Almost all the soldiers know that the war they have fought for for many years is about to win; although their respective moods are different-the soldiers of Lordaeron are excited that they can resist the orcs outside their homeland, the soldiers of Stormwind We are thrilled that they can embark on the journey home, while the soldiers of Stromgarde are extremely honored for their upcoming mission.

"This is really a grand occasion. Maybe within a few decades, there will be no similar scenes." Alsace stood between a group of human nobles and senior military generals, and said in a low voice.

Arthas knew that in the original time stream, such a scene was indeed unprecedented; the union that defeated the orcs was the last action of the human alliance; after that, the alliance split again, and Stromgarde and Gilneas withdrew Alliance, Stormwind City was busy rebuilding, while Dalaran was frequently destroyed, Lordaeron... was reduced to ruins by himself and Frostmourne.

"To be honest, Prince Arthas, I would rather never reappear like this." Anduin Lothar was fully armed, his golden marshal's plate armor gleaming in the sun, and a blue ribbon on his chest. It is a symbol of his bravery and glory.

"Why, Teacher Lothar? Don't you think this scene is very magnificent?" Wrynn was a little confused. He liked the scene of the assembly of the army so much, but being in it made him excited.

"Wu Ruien, you have to remember that for a monarch, the stability of the people is far more precious than his personal name of bravery. I would rather never put down the sword in my hand again, if this can be exchanged for the mainland Peace." Anduin Lothar said.

"It's getting late, Arthas, can she start?" King Terenas looked at the rising sun and said to his son.