My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Alleria whispered.

Sylvanas understood what her sister meant—the reason Alleria became so hesitant was entirely because she was a little lost in herself.

Alleria has lived in Quel'Thalas for many years.From the moment of becoming a ranger, defending the homeland of the high elves from foreign enemies has become the responsibility of merging with Alleria's flesh and blood.

However, Quel'Thalas, who had devoted her whole life so far, punished her mercilessly because of Alleria's desire to seek revenge from the orcs and ran away for a while.

Despite the seemingly indifferent state, both Sylvanas and Alleria knew that as long as they returned to Quel'Thalas now, the old stubborn members of the Silvermoon Council would definitely do anything at all costs. Punish them and their ranger companions to maintain the fragile dignity of these elders.

In order to be able to live happily and freely with their sister Vereesa, Alleria and Sylvanas chose to stay in Lordaeron.

Six years have passed since this decision was made. Even Sylvanas, who has always been harsh to outsiders, has to admit that they are living well in Lordaeron.

Almost all the rangers remained in the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as scouts in return for the Menethil family's acceptance of them.

King Terenas provided all the things that these high elven rangers needed-no matter it was supplies, a place, an undisturbed life, the task of free coming and going, and of course, there was enough salary to meet their expenses.

Some high elves, such as Helena, even formed their own families; although Sylvanas was worried about Paul’s aging more than once, she couldn’t deny it, at least Helena always seemed happy. Especially after the birth of her and Paul's child, a lovely mixed-race baby girl.

Between each mission, Sylvanas and her sisters would take time to visit Helena's house as a guest, and they would inevitably tease the growing baby.

Although Sylvanas couldn't stand the life of letting go of her bow and arrows and marrying her son, it was not difficult for her to see the envy of Helena between Alleria and Vereesa.

Sylvanas knew that Alleria was very grateful to King Terenas of Lordaeron, including of course the prince Arthas who was a bit displeased.

Whether it’s Alleria or Vereesa, they almost treat Lordaeron’s palace as their home-here are Kalia, Jaina, and Taresa who can chat with them, and they have the Silvermoon Council. The life of intrigue has almost unreserved trust of the Lordaeron royal family.

If it weren't for Quel'Thalas' move in Dalaran this time, even the most vigilant Sylvanas would almost think that they could live peacefully like this for a long time.

However, Alleria’s worries in front of Sylvanas understood that perhaps it was time for the Windrunner sisters to make another choice, and this time, their choice would still change them, their ranger partner, Even the future of Quel'Thalas as a whole.

If a war breaks out between Quel'Thalas and humans, and as high elves, the Windrunner sisters who accept political asylum in the Kingdom of Lordaeron and work for the Menethil Family, what should they do?

"You don't need to worry about Alsace and the others. Although that guy has all kinds of bad things, I believe they will not embarrass us."

Sylvanas gently shook Alleria's hand, comforting her.

"I know, I believe Alsace won't... Kalia even expressed her dissatisfaction with Dalaran right in front of us. She and her family never thought about guarding us. I was just worried about Quill. Salas..."

Alleria whispered.

Sylvanas was silent. She hadn't thought of how to comfort her sister-Quel'Thalas?Yes, how long can this high elves shelter in the New World be kept under the breath of the Red Dragon Queen?

"They won't attack Quel'Thalas, there...you know, Alleria, there are countless mages and ranger guards, and neither Dalaran nor the Red Dragon Queen will support war. "

Sylvanas could only comfort Alleria in this way.

Although the Kingdom of Lordaeron was so powerful after defeating the attack of the orcs, Sylvanas believed that with the wisdom of King Terenas, he would not make the decision to attack Quel'Thalas.

The high elves spent more than twice the time studying spells than Dalaran was established, and the Silvermoon Council had almost half of Dalaran's control. His Royal Highness Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider was even present. In the Kirin Tor Council of Six.

Just like this time, if the Kingdom of Lordaeron launches an attack on Quel'Thalas, Dalaran will definitely not send human mages to support; and without these mages, Sylvanas believes that Lordaeron’s army is at most Can reach the periphery of Quel'Thalas, and it is absolutely impossible to break through the spell barrier there.

And the Red Dragon Queen... As far as Sylvanas knows, this Queen will definitely not support Lordaeron’s war against Quel'Thalas-it’s one thing to slaughter trolls, Red Dragon Queen There are countless reasons to kill the allies of these orcs, but it is another matter to spray flames on the high elves who have not invaded the Red Dragon Legion.

According to Sylvanas' limited knowledge of the Red Dragon Queen, this crazy humanoid dragon can barely be considered a peace-loving guy.

"I hope... I hope the dispute between Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron will always remain on the diplomatic level. Otherwise, once a war breaks out, even if there is no support from Dalaran and the Queen, it is only Ms. Frost. It is enough to cause great harm to our compatriots."

After listening to Sylvanas's words, Alleria's face eased a little, but she said with a slight worry.(To be continued.)

757 It's Not Fair

"Just rely on her? Alleria, why are you always so worried about that guy!"

After hearing Alleria's words, Sylvanas complained a little dissatisfied-it was not the first time she heard her sister mention the power of that hateful woman.

Alleria did not say a word, just shook her head-she knew that her sister was always proud and arrogant, and she had never convinced anyone except herself, and wanted her to admit the power of Frostmourne. Some are not easy.

So, Frostmourne, who was worried by Alleria that might destroy the entire Quel'Thalas, what is it doing now?

...

"It's not fair! Why can that big stupid dragon do what it wants to do? Obviously it's Xiaoshuang's turn to help the master solve those enemies this time!"

Frostmourne pouted and hummed unconvincedly.

At the dinner yesterday, King Terenas preached to his son Arthas, so that Frostmourne could not show her power in this war.

Little Demon Sword certainly didn’t care about King Terenas’ orders, but she had to care about her master’s attitude—it was obvious that Arthas hoped to persuade Frostmourne to obey her father’s words, which made Little Demon Sword irrelevant until now. Can let go.

"It's a bit unfair... But Xiaoshuang, can you trouble you not to stop and say something like this at this time?"

Arthas looked distressed, he was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, and just a few minutes ago, the focus of Frostmourne's work was on his high and fiery rise.

"Oh... but... um... Xiaoshuang just thinks... um... unfair!"

Frostmourne, who was reprimanded by her master, leaned down quickly and obediently, and brought Alsace’s baby back into her cold and soft lips, licking and screaming while screaming. The cheek complained.

Of course, the bulging cheeks are not only due to speech, but also have a direct relationship with the huge end of Alsace's lower body.

"For the time being, do it according to my father's arrangement. I always think that my father has discovered something... If you don't have to spend too much effort to take down the Gilneas Kingdom, wouldn't you save some energy, Xiaoshuang?"

Arthas looked at Frostmourne who was "working hard" under him, and while freeing a hand to gently stroke her smooth hair, he persuaded the unhappy little demon to do swordsmanship.

"Snoring, snoring, snoring..."

Frostmourne replied to his master with a more serious sucking/sucking sound, and Arthas also slightly straightened up his strong waist/hip, forgetting the seriousness he had just done.

Since the unsuccessful "Three Caves Battle", Alsace found that Frostmourne had become more and more proficient... how to say, the use of the first two caves?

All in all, although she will still be defeated in the final melee/fight, Frostmourne can at least be used this way now; to delay her defeat.

This is not just a one-sided improvement. In fact, Little Demon Sword’s lips and tongue have hardly changed compared to before, but... she seems to be able to use her hands more and more proficiently, sometimes even even Her expression has become a "weapon" for victory.

Those sad eyes full of deep love were the biggest surprise that Frostmourne's mouth/tongue/service/service brought to Alsace.

"Well……"

Frostmourne, who was trying to swallow/spit out, suddenly widened her eyes, because she felt the heat in her mouth become thicker/bigger/circle, the hard as iron end almost got into her delicate In the throat.

But the Frostmourne that had been accustomed to these has not retreated, although the discomfort in the throat made Little Demon Sword feel sad, but she knew that this was the key moment of the master, so she still unremittingly ups and downs. , The scallion-like fingers also speed up the movement of rubbing the meat/bag underneath.

"Xiaoshuang..."

With an inexplicable murmur and a low growl in his throat, Arthas clutched Frostmourne's scented shoulders, reaching the first peak of the night.

"Goooooooooooooooooo..."