My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Caldara raised his head, looked directly at Zul's eyes and replied.(To be continued.)

726 It doesn't seem to be enough...

"I know."

Zul nodded and was silent; although he looked no different from other trolls, the fangs and hyenas that symbolized the savageness on his body had a wise and civilized feeling.

Caldara did not continue to speak, he only looked at him directly when answering Zul's question. This was Zul's request, because he could tell from his eyes whether the other party was lying.

As expected by Kaldara, Zul already knew what happened in Zul Aman; he didn’t know how Zul did it, and he didn’t want to know-for Zul’s observation of himself, Kaldara There is no disgust.

"What happened to Zuaman is indeed sad, but... we have done what we can. We warned these compatriots years ago, but they cannot understand the fact that the age of trolls is over..."

Zul's heavy voice sounded in the temple, and the Zandalari prophets lowered their heads to show their listening.

"The Amani Empire has become history, Kardala. You are honored to witness all this. The witch doctor you brought from Zuaman, let him stay here."

Zul said to Caldara.

"I see, great Zul. But what I want to say is that I am more fortunate to have witnessed... the coming of Elune."

Kaldala nodded, and then whispered a news that made all the Zandalar prophets in the temple eclipse.

"Elune?"

Obviously, even Zul couldn't predict this period of experience. Facing Caldara's statement, even he showed a surprised expression.

"Yes, great Zul, I can confirm that in this world, there will not be a second god who is so closely related to moonlight; there will not be a second god who can combine the power of the four gods in an instant Drive out of this world; more importantly... there will be no second god who dares to claim that this... is her world."

Kaldara explained to Zul and the other Zandalar prophets what he had just thought about.

"Are you sure... she said something like this?"

Zul's brows frowned-if things were really like Caldara said, then he had to take it seriously.

Elune, the moon god, was a god worshipped by the night elf Kaldorei Empire, which was once an enemy of the Zandalar Empire. At first, the trolls of the Zandalar Empire thought Elune was a false god. After years of research by the Zandalari tribe, it has been discovered that the god worshiped by their enemies is the only true god.

As the communication with the animal gods increased, Zul also received more and more information about other gods from the animal gods.

Those animal gods, without exception, knew the existence of Elune, and when Zul asked if they could fight Elune, no animal god dared to give him a positive answer. .

The answers of the animal gods are the same-this is Elune's world, and it is because of Elune's permission that they can cross the void and enjoy the offerings of the trolls; and they are the enemy of Elune... …This is something a fool would do.

However, Zul did not have a chance to meet Elune, and even the night elves who believed in Elune had never seen the real body of this god.

For this mysterious and powerful orthodox god, Zul has always maintained a strong curiosity, and the words that Kaldara just said made him have to pay enough attention.

"Caldara, please tell the story in detail, don't let go of a single detail."

With a hint of excitement on Zul's face, he ordered.

"I know everyone will be interested in this, so I made some preparations..."

Caldara smiled slightly, and took out a small cloth bag sewn with gold thread and silk from under the placket of his robe, took out some green and crystal powder in it, and gently sprinkled it in front of him.

The powder did not fall to the ground, but slowly drifted in the air in front of Kaldara. Then, a concise and clear picture was constructed on the basis of these powders. It was the giant bear incarnate of Zujin fighting Frostmourne. Time.

When the Frostmourne of the white pupils kicked Zu Jin down the cloud, there was silence in the temple.

These Zandalar prophets, their understanding of witchcraft and the world is no less than Kaldara; they can also know what Kaldara sees from these sights.

Zujin, who has integrated the power of the four gods, is obviously only the gods of the same level can defeat him; however, this girl with blue clothes and white pupils is not simply defeating Zujin, but... torture.

Coupled with the superior language spoken by the girl, almost no trolls did not believe Kaldara's inference just now.

"This may really be her... but... what is going on? Why does she appear in the human camp?"

Zul seemed to be talking to himself.

Caldara didn't say a word. He knew that Zul would have his own judgment on this matter, and he didn't need to interrupt himself; the only thing he was puzzled about was exactly the same as Zul's question.

——If my judgment is correct, that oppressive force really belongs to Elune, then why did she descend on the human girl in the blue skirt?

Apart from Elune's power... where did the power of the gods of that human girl come from?

...

"woo woo woo woo……"

Frostmourne didn't know that the trolls thousands of miles away were so interested in her identity; even if she knew it, she didn't have the energy to pay attention to it.

Because the current Little Demon Sword was lying on his master's bed like a puppy, sobbing to withstand the increasingly violent impact coming from behind.

"Xiaoshuang, if you bear it, I will be almost..."

Arthas said while panting, but the swing of his body did not slow down at all.

"Master...Xiaoshuang is not working...uuuuuu, let's just switch to the third step..."

Frostmourne was sobbing and pleading.

"Step three? You mean..."

Arthas' movements slowed down slightly, and his gaze couldn't help but glanced at Frostmourne's puckered hips.

There, Alsace's fiery heart rises above, and a pink, slightly wrinkled "small wild chrysanthemum" is like a fish's mouth. Here, it is really what Frostmourne mentioned before. Surprise" is also the last step of Little Magic Sword's "Three Hole Battle".

"No, no, just keep it as it is now..."

Arthas shook his head again and again, speeding up his impact.(To be continued.)

727 The Theft of Dalaran!

The sound of flesh/body impact and Frostmourne's "babble babble" groan/groan one after another in Alsace's bedroom.

The young prince, His Royal Highness, had to use his hands to hold the slender waist of the Little Demon Sword, lest the Frostmourne, which was already limp as a mass of mud, slipped from his fiery heart.

Little Demon Sword's voice was already a little hoarse, and she didn't know how long her "Three Hole Battle" had passed, but she felt that this battle plan seemed to have failed.

Different from the memory that he had inexplicably obtained, the owner seemed to have no interest in the third hole on his body; and although he moved back to the city with his lips and tongue at the beginning, but then, because of the second launch Qian was always an exceptionally long-lasting reason. On the contrary, he was tortured even more by his master.

Just when Frostmourne felt that he was about to faint, Arthas finally let her go; feeling the scorching heat deep into his body, the little magic sword slowly slipped onto the bed/ Up, star eyes half closed, panting violently.

"Xiaoshuang..."

Arthas lay beside Frostmourne, calling her name apologetically; every time he saw Frostmourne's unacceptable appearance, Arthas felt guilty; but in other words, Every time I saw Frostmourne's flawless carcass/body and playfully teasing/teasing himself, Arthas would also forget this guilt.

After all, Alsace was just a man.