My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Gene Greymane still couldn't accept the result, he said loudly.

"I know, but this is our only chance, Gene."

Lord Vincent Godfrey said.

"No, and... even if Terenas is killed, our crisis may not be resolved! Lordaeron may not withdraw, and we will..."

Gene Greymane continued.

"Jean! What are you doing? How did I teach you? I don’t remember that I taught a King of Gilneas to be a mother-in-law! Cheer up, Gene, if I succeed, The rest...I'll leave it to you, don't let me down, and don't let your father down."

Lord Vincent Godfrey yelled, interrupted Genn Greymane, then turned his head abruptly, walked towards the door of the room, and quickly disappeared into Genn Greymane’s. In view.

"Golfrey..."

Gene Greymane sat limply in his chair, covering his face in pain-if he could choose again, he would rather have not made the decision to start a war; he had lost most of the domestic Supporter, and now... he is about to lose his most respected and trusted teacher.

...

When Darius Crowley took his daughter Rona Crowley out of King Terenas’s residence, she had a relaxed smile on her face—everything has been negotiated, and he will He hurried back to his territory, summoned the other nobles who signed the petition, and brought them the tolerance of King Terenas.

And these nobles will do their best to summon private soldiers, hoard supplies, and contribute to the coalition's next strategic goal.

If Darius Crowley has any concerns...

"Lorna, stay here, don't run around, wait until I summon the army in the territory, I will come and join you soon."

Darius Crowley turned around and said to his daughter Rona Crowley.

"Don't worry, father, I will be fine!"

Rona Crowley said loudly to her father-even if she chose to surrender, Darius Crowley must come up with enough persuasive tokens to express her sincerity.

A light petition could not do anything, so Rona Crowley volunteered to stay in the camp of the coalition forces to pledge her father.

Darius Crowley certainly disagrees, but his daughter's temperament is too stubborn. In order to help her father, she completely ignores the potential risks.(To be continued.)

787 Frank Lorna Crowley

"Anyway, Rona, you are waiting for me, I will be back soon."

Darius Crowley nodded—for his daughter, he was not worried about Rona? Crowley would have any personal safety issues. He was even more worried that this bold girl would offend others—for example, just now. The young man in the camp, Darius Crowley, only later learned that it turned out to be the Prince of Lordaeron.

"I know, father!"

Rona Crowley nodded sensibly, and then quickly put her promise aside.

...

When Arthas walked out of his father's camp with Frostmourne, what he saw was Rona Crowley standing there a little confused.

"Ms. Lorna, has your father gone?"

Arthas greeted Rona Crowley friendly.

"Well, that's it, Arthas... Your Royal Highness!"

Rona Crowley looked at Arthas slyly, blinked, and bit the words "His Royal Highness" very hard.

"You don't have to be so polite, Ms. Rona, you can call me Alsace. Those guards... didn't they arrange a place for you?"

Arthas asked with a smile.

"Yes, but... I want to look around here, okay?"

Rona Crowley asked, while taking a look at the Frostmourne who was standing behind Arthas, staring at her.

Rona Crowley is very interested in this black-haired girl. She doesn't know what the identity of this girl is, she can attend the meeting just like that; but she knows the relationship between this girl and the Prince Alsace in front of her. It must not be simple-she has seen excessive intimacy between two people just now.

"Of course, if you don't mind, Ms. Lorna, I can be your guide."

Arthas said very gently.

"Huh, it looks like someone is making trouble again."

Just as Rona Crowley was about to speak, a cold voice came into her ear from one side.

Arthas turned his head in surprise. Among the three Windrunner sisters, the eldest sister Alleria was greeting herself with a smile, the second sister Sylvanas was the owner of the cold voice just now, and the youngest Vereesa ...But it looked like it was going to break down, Jaina was supporting Vereesa, but her vigilant eyes hovered on Rona Crowley.

"Ahem... I am not a flower or grass... Are you high elves? From Quel'Thalas?"

Lorna Crowley was surprised by the beauty of these ladies, and at the same time attracted by their completely different appearances, she extended her hand generously and introduced herself to the three Windrunner sisters and Jaina.

"Look at our ears and eyes, right? I'm Alleria, this is my sister Sylvanas and Vereesa, her name is Jaina, and she is the mage of Dalaran."

Alleria stretched out her hand gracefully and shook Lona Crowley's hand, introducing the people around her.

"Hello, Alleria, my name is Lorna, Lorna Crowley, my father is the lord of the northern kingdom of Gilneas, I will stay here for a few days temporarily...I am a hostage!"

Rona Crowley also teased her identity.

"No, no, Ms. Lorna, you have misunderstood. It should be... the guest is right."

Arthas said quickly.

"Not all the same!"

Sylvanas looked at Arthas's smiling face and became angry, taunting.

"How can it be the same, Ms. Sylvanas, you are also our guests in Lordaeron. Could it be that you are the hostages of Kalia?"

Since Sylvanas had an inexplicable change in her attitude, Arthas's relationship with her has become much easier, and she sometimes made some innocuous jokes with her.

"You! Glib tongue, not a good person!"

Sylvanas accused Arthas angrily.

"Ah...Alsace, you just...really..."

Vereesa seemed to be relieved until now. She didn't care to say hello to Rona Crowley, but first asked Alsace timidly.

Poor little Vereesa was frightened by the words of sister Sylvanas—does Alsace really have a good impression of the beautiful black-haired lady in front of him?What about yourself?

Is it because Alsace likes this lady with the same black hair as Ms. Cream, or is it because...his little chest hasn't improved much?Now even Jaina is bigger than herself!Obviously I was a bit older six years ago!Although Jaina was just a child back then...

——Vereesa's little head spins fast, but all he thinks about are messy things.

"Hmm!"