My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Although the carriage this time was light, there was no carriage after all. Jaina and the others would definitely not be able to sleep in the night on the carriage.

Moreover, Arthas can be sure, even if Jaina and Vereesa have no objection, Sylvanas, who loves her sister, will definitely not allow herself to make such a decision.

After all, in the heart of this somewhat paranoid high elf ranger, her family is far more important than the war between Lordaeron and Gilneas.

"Hehe, last time we spent the night on Arathi Highlands, there was no such thing as a tent!"

Vereesa walked over to Arthas and said with a smile.

Alsace was busy playing with the mechanisms on the carriage-only a few wooden boards were needed to move, so that these packhorses could not drag the carriage forward.

"Really, the last time we..."

Arthas straightened up, and stopped awkwardly when he wanted to answer Vereesa's words.

Vereesa froze for a moment, then flushed, and with a soft cry of "Yeah", she hurried away from Arthas and ran to her sister who was setting up a tent.

"Vereesa, what's the matter with you? Is it Alsace? What did he do to you? Wait, I will teach him!"

Sylvanas was driving a long wooden peg into the ground with a small hammer. When she noticed that her sister blushed and ran to her side without saying a word, she quickly stood up, first comforted Vereesa with a few words, and then asked Go to Alsace to settle accounts.

"No, it's not, Sister Sylvanas... Regardless of Alsace, I... I'll help you!"

Vereesa's face was still red, but she stopped her sister to prevent her from trouble with Alsace, and then changed the subject.

"Huh, that Arthas, better not let me see him..."

Sylvanas squatted down while humming, and continued to beat the wooden pegs that had entered half of the soil.

On the other hand, Arthas was not so lucky—Jaina, Vereesa, and Sylvanas could definitely sleep together, and he and Frostmourne had to set up their own tent.

Of course, the strength of the little magic sword is much greater than that of Sylvanas, and she can also perform very powerful spells.

For example, Frostmourne held a folded tent that was much larger than her body, and threw it into the air as soon as she raised her hand. When it fell, the tent had already magically unfolded by itself.

Next, Little Demon Sword only needed one foot and one foot, and pushed the four long wooden nails into the ground, leaving only one top part—more effective than the wooden hammer used by Sylvanas.

"Hey, let me ask you, what about the defense of the camp? Who will watch the night?"

Sylvanas didn't know when he appeared next to Arthas and yelled.

"You don't need to worry about this, Ms. Sylvanas, Xiaoshuang doesn't need to sleep. She will deal with any danger at night."

Arthas was astonished at the tent that was completed in a flash. Hearing Sylvanas's question, he quickly turned and answered politely.

"Well... let's go in, I have a few words to tell you."

Sylvanas nodded, and then took the lead into the tent that Arthas had just set up, without even giving him a choice.

Arthas shook his head helplessly-it seems that the relationship between himself and Sylvanas, whether in the original time flow or now, is doomed to not get better!

...

"Why did she come in too?"

Sylvanas stood in Alsace's tent, staring at Frostmourne and said.

"The problem is that you are right, Xiaoshuang will not leave the master for half a step!"

Frostmourne glared at Sylvanas, thinking that he was the one to be angry—it was obviously the hateful high elf who ran into the camp of himself and the master.

"Um...Ms. Sylvanas, what are you going to say when you ask me?"

Arthas asked roundly.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to do business... what I want to say is, you two, yes, it's you and this guy, you guys break up!"

Sylvanas remembered her mission now, so she stretched out her finger, nodded on the tips of Arthas and Frostmourne's nose respectively, and then said solemnly.

"what?"

Arthas couldn't help but exclaimed--he didn't expect that Sylvanas had been mysteriously all the way, and finally he wanted to tell him...Is it such a thing?

"Sylvanas, you guy... are you trying to die?"

Of course Frostmourne understood the meaning of Sylvanas’ words. She didn’t know why this guy dared to say such things in front of her. All she knew was that she was angry and never wanted to see Sylvana again. Sir.

——The invisible in Frostmourne's imagination refers to the invisible to everyone.

"Stop, stop! Xiaoshuang, you come down! And you, Ms. Sylvanas, put away your bows and arrows!"

Arthas stopped a big fight in time-he dragged the Frostmourne that had floated from the ground, and then loudly ordered Sylvanas to put away the arrow she had placed on the bowstring.

Of course, Arthas was mainly worried about Sylvanas' safety-it was obvious that Frostmourne was out of anger, and Arthas didn't want to see Sylvanas die in his camp like this.(To be continued.)

736 I can barely recognize your brother-in-law, but...

"Ms. Sylvanas, can you explain, um... what exactly did you mean?"

Of course Arthas couldn't let these two "terrible" women fight in his camp, but he couldn't assume that nothing happened-after all, the words Sylvanas just said... really It's so incredible.

"Is there a problem with your ears? I mean, is it hard to understand that you broke up with this guy?"

Sylvanas put away her bow and arrow and said in a bad tone.

"But... Ms. Sylvanas, I mean... Do you know my relationship with Xiaoshuang? She is my fiancee..."

Arthas looked at Sylvanas as if he was looking at someone he didn't know--what happened to this high elf ranger to say such a strange thing?

"Of course I know... why do you guys talk so much nonsense? You just need to give me an answer, divide it or not?"

Sylvanas said to Arthas impatiently.

"I...of course can't divide it, but Ms. Sylvanas...what does this matter... have to do with you? I mean... why would you ask me to do such a thing?"

Arthas held onto Frostmourne to stop her urge to create a "blood case" in her tent, and asked questioningly.

"Are you trying to say... it's my shit?"

Sylvanas unceremoniously debunked Alsace's disguise.

Arthas was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say. He felt that the current Sylvanas didn't seem to be suitable for communicating with him-obviously he had deliberately used euphemisms, but this guy...

"Yes, that's it!"

Frostmourne had no sense of "euphemism", she said loudly, wishing Sylvanas could be a little self-aware.

"Bah, if it wasn't for Vereesa, do you think I would talk to you?"