My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas took a big jump at Frostmourne's words and quickly preached to her.

"But Xiaoshuang doesn't need to eat..."

Frostmourne retorted somewhat unconvincedly.

"Hey, in the next letter, it said that a group of bandits appeared near Stratholme’s logging yard. Stratholme’s militias were not confident enough to encircle them and hope that the royal family could approve them to Marden in Hearthglen. Hold Castle asks for help."

Frostmourne read another letter without waiting for Arthas to say something.

"Oh? This is not a small thing..."

Arthas frowned, thinking quietly.

Even though most of the people of Lordaeron live a happy and comfortable life, there are always some insatiable people who take risks and become bandits or bandits.

Because most of the elite armed forces in the kingdom are concentrated under the control of the royal family, the soldiers under other lords are mostly no different from the peasants holding weapons.

So when facing some fierce bandits, most of these militias have no chance of winning.

But the soldiers of Hearthglen are an exception. Many years ago, when the lord here first expressed his surrender to the royal family of Lordaeron, the ancestors of Arthas allowed the lord here to keep most of the army.

Therefore, to this day, Tirion Fording, the current owner of Maddenhold Castle in Hearthglen, is the private soldier in the family, although not many, but especially elite.

Stratholme and Hearthglen are not far apart, so the mayor here is forgiven for asking for help in Hearthglen.

Arthas was considering whether it would be better for the royal family to send troops directly or to send troops from Hearthglen. Frostmourne had already made his own judgment.(To be continued.)

Chapter 631 Anne Bonn Six Years Later

"Huh, what Maddenhold Castle... Isn't that the domain of Tirion? Fording that bastard? Master, just write a letter to this guy and let him die by himself!"

Frostmourne said with a sad dissatisfaction.

If Jaina hated most among the women around Arthas, Frostmourne hated Tirion Fording the most among the men around Arthas.

In the original time flow, it was Tirion Fording who came back from the hermit, integrated the remaining Knights of the Silver Hand, established the "Silver Dawn" organization, and then has been with Arthas, or rather The Scourge led by Frostmourne fought against it.

Frostmourne always felt that if it weren't for Tirion Fording's persecution, then she would have never experienced such a terrible thing as almost losing her master.

"Shh! Xiaoshuang, don't talk nonsense!"

Although knowing that there must be no one else in the room, Arthas said nervously to Frostmourne.

Arthas had always been very open to what happened in the original time flow, but he was always worried about the Frost Weapon.

Arthas didn't have any good solutions, he could only wait for time to gradually dispel the resentment in Frostmourne's heart.

Of course, to hand over the work here to such things as Frostmourne is definitely going to be done. If this continues, Little Demon Sword still doesn't know what bigger jokes will be made.

Throwing Frostmourne aside, Arthas rubbed his forehead, then continued to plunge into the letters.

However, after a while, Arthas suddenly felt that something was wrong; he raised his head and looked at Frostmourne to one side, only to find that the little Demon Sword had his head lowered, and his expression was very low.

"Xiaoshuang, what's wrong with you?"

Arthas asked quickly.

"Master... Isn't Xiaoshuang very useless..."

Frostmourne raised his head and said to Arthas with a sad face.

"What? Useless? How could it be?"

Arthas put down the quill in his hand, stood up, came to Frostmourne and rubbed her head comfortingly.

"However, Xiaoshuang can't help people reply to these letters, so even though the owner is tired, he still has to work hard... It was the same last night, obviously the owner was still tough, but Xiaoshuang could not help the owner send/ Let it out..."

Frostmourne said sadly, thinking that he could not help Arthas in any way, Little Magic Sword felt a sore nose.

"This...cough cough..."

Arthas didn't expect Frostmourne to come up with this kind of thing. Fortunately, she and herself were the only two in the study. Otherwise, how embarrassing he would be!

Although most of what Frostmourne said was the truth, Arthas knew that this was a problem with his own body. It was the Red Dragon Queen's transformation that made him desire/hopeful, not Frostmourne's fault.

Of course Arthas would not allow her to write back to the lords indiscriminately because of Frostmourne's sadness, but he would still comfort his little magic sword.

"How come, Xiaoshuang, when the Burning Legion invades, I'm still waiting for you to help me defeat Sargeras and the others!"

Arthas smiled and said to Frostmourne.

Although the Burning Legion hadn't been traced until now, the magical power that Archimonde destroyed Dalaran has left Arthas with lingering fears to this day.

Except for Frostmourne, Arthas had nothing else in his hand that could resist the Burning Legion.

"Well! Xiaoshuang will definitely be able to do it!"

Although he had not played against Sargeras, Frostmourne said confidently in the face of Alsace's expectations.

"Also, Xiaoshuang... what we didn't finish last night, tonight, it's okay..."

After all, there is no one else in the room. Even if someone comes in, the royal guards will inform in advance, so Alsace's courage gradually grew. He unbridledly reached out to Frostmourne's whole body/round/full/full breasts. /Yau, knead gently.

"Ah! Master! Can't be here..."

Frostmourne sat on her small stool, and the vital part was suddenly attacked by Arthas. The little Demon Sword's breathing suddenly rose, she gasped and said to Arthas.

"Why not? We..."

Arthas had a playful smile on his face, but before he could finish his words, the sound of a notification came from the door.

"His Royal Highness Alsace, Commodore Anne Bonn, please see me!"

A Lordaeron royal guard said in a loud voice.

"Ahem... let her in!"

The smile on Alsace's face instantly froze. This embarrassing expression lasted for a few seconds, and then he quickly returned to his seat, straightened his clothes solemnly, and replied.

Frostmourne escaped from Alsace's "devil's palm" and quickly sighed, then tightened the neckline of his blue skirt a little.

——The master is really right now, as long as you see Xiaoshuang, you will think of this kind of thing!

Frostmourne thought with some complaints. Of course, Little Demon Sword knew that as the master’s fiancée, it was what she should do to satisfy her master’s needs in this regard, but Alsace’s desire/hope...

Even if the endless sea would become flat one day, Frostmourne did not believe that Alsace's desires/hopes could be satisfied.

Soon, the door of the study opened and closed, and a lady wearing a light green military uniform, a dark cyan cloak and a big broad-brimmed hat on her head walked in.