My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Sitting in his seat again, Arthas smiled as he looked at Taresa who ran away.

The behavior of myself and Frostmourne across time has changed so many things.

Of course, Alsace was worried about the uncertainty of the future, but from the current situation, things are changing for the better.

Taresa was taken to Lordaeron's palace by herself, at least she would not be physically punished by Blackmoore anyway.

Jaina's elder brother Drake was turned into a death knight by himself. Maybe he will be troubled a lot in his future life, but at least he is still "alive."

At least neither Jaina nor Dalin Proudmoore would lose their loved ones again.

Arthas didn't know the fate of the Red Dragon Queen who was imprisoned by the orcs in the original time flow, but he believed that it was definitely not as good as it is now.

At least in the heart of the Red Dragon Queen, she must prefer to stay in the garden, basking in the warm sunlight, and gluttonous.

Lordaeron and even the entire north will not be overwhelmed by his fall into darkness. Kel'Thuzad is honestly studying the question of why there are so many stars in the sky, or where the rivers on the ground eventually flow.

Although my father sometimes became very strange, whether it was making those weird jokes or messing up his hair like a child.

But at least I can feel his father's love now, although I found him a troublesome "old love/person".

More importantly, even though the time is no longer and the future is unknown, I and Frostmourne still live happily together, never and never separated.

Looking at the quarreling Frostmourne and Sylvanas, Vereesa, who was anxiously persuading him to fight, and Alleria who was chatting elegantly with Kalia...

If everything can go on like this forever, how good would it be...

——Looking at everything in the garden, Arthas thought in his heart, holding up his teacup.(To be continued.)

Six hundred and fifteenth chapter six years later

The people of Lordaeron have always loved peace, but sometimes they also engage in more stimulating activities.

For example, competitions.

Around the Midsummer Festival every year, it is the season of abundant vegetation and sunny days.

The young masters of various lord and noble families, those knights who are famous, soldiers and even generals who are known for their bravery in the army, will come to the royal city of Lordaeron to participate in the competition held by the royal family.

Of course, the purpose of such a grand event is not only to distinguish the victory and defeat on horseback, but mainly the tradition left by the ancestors of the Menethil royal family in order to prevent the younger generation from indulging in pleasure.

When all the samurai who participated in the event were riding high-headed horses and settled in the royal manor under the service of servants and servants, it was time for the long-lasting event to begin.

Almost every day, the citizens who come here from Lordaeron to watch the tournament will fill the open space around the horse farm in the manor.

Not to mention that before and after the event, the road leading to Lordaeron’s city would have been blocked by carriages and pedestrians for several hours.

This kind of congestion will reach its peak on the last day of the event, when the two strongest knights in the event compete for the winner's crown.

Of course, there will be special cases. For example, the passage dedicated to the royal family in the manor will remain unobstructed at all times. In the manor, the stands built specifically for royal family members will also be strictly separated from other people around.

In the stands dedicated to the royal family, a large group of Lordaeron royal guards are guarding here nervously. To protect the safety of the royal family members is what they must do at the expense of their lives.

Suddenly, in front of these Lordaeron royal guards, a light purple mist flashed across.

The mist dissipated, and a beautiful blonde girl appeared in front of these Lordaeron royal guards out of thin air.

Kind-hearted blond hair, light blue pupils, pretty face, rugged figure wrapped in a gorgeous white robe studded with light golden lace, and a small purple jacket on the upper body.

"Ms. Jaina?"

The girl who appeared suddenly did not make these Lordaeron royal guards too vigilant, the leader lowered his head slightly so that her gaze would not appear too abrupt, and then asked suspiciously.

"Hello, Paul! Where did Helena go?"

Jaina stood still, then smiled and greeted the royal guard of Lordaeron.

"Helena is in the royal city, she has no interest in this kind of event..."

Speaking of his beloved woman, Paul replied with a smile on his lips.

"It's like this... but that's a shame, because there is an Alsace game today!"

Jaina blinked, a look of regret appeared in her eyes.

"Yeah...but it's nothing, anyway, Prince Arthas will always win in the end!"

Paul seemed to have faith in his prince, and he answered proudly.

"Yes!"

When Arthas was mentioned, Jaina also appeared very happy, and she nodded in agreement.

"The game is about to start, Ms. Jaina, are you going to the top?"

At this moment, there was a commotion in the racecourse, and the surrounding spectators were yelling like crazy, making a loud noise.

Paul knew that this was a sensation caused by the players entering the game, he quickly put away the chat with Jaina, and then asked.

"Yes! Then... Paul, I'll go up first!"

Jaina said to Paul apologetically.

"I see, Ms. Jaina, please please!"

Paul nodded, and then motioned to his men to step away from the steps leading to the top of the stand.

Jaina nodded slightly to Paul, then lifted her skirt and ran up the steps of the stand gently and skillfully.

The girl who is in love with her for the first time, can't wait to see the person she is thinking about!

After crossing two overlapping steps, Jaina came to the top of the stand, and then her eyes lit up.

"Sister Kalia!"

Jaina yelled cheerfully.

In front of Jaina, on the top floor of the stands, there were two round tables.

On the left side, sits a majestic middle-aged man with a small crown on his head and a short ornate scepter carved with gold and diamonds in his hand.

Beside this man, there is a lady who is full of charm and wears a robe similar to Jaina. Her silver-gray hair is tied into a bun. This color makes her look older. The truth is With her delicate face, she was not much more than a young girl like Jaina, and she had a little more mature charm.

Around the man and the woman, four Lordaeron royal guards stood with swords and watched vigilantly the movement of the stands and surroundings.

There is no doubt that this man with a crown is the most powerful man in this land, King Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron

And that lady, Jaina, also knew her. She was an outstanding female mage she admired in Dalaran, a member of the Kirin Tor six-member council, and Archmage Modra.