My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The bronze guardian dragon Nozdormu looked at the Red Dragon Queen with sympathy and said-in fact, for him, this news was only learned after he was assimilated into the eternal dragon camp-this is the timeline Wonderful, only by becoming the eternal dragon, the bronze guardian dragon Nozdormu will send Arthas and Frostmourne back to ten thousand years ago, and only in this way will he be able to understand what he encountered ten thousand years ago. The true identities of the two people who have been there-this is the rule of time, and even the Lord of Time cannot violate it.

"Why... why... but... Nozdormu, why didn't you tell me this before?"

The Red Dragon Queen stood up in a panic, covered her chest with her hand, and shouted in disbelief—she couldn’t digest the message that the bronze guardian dragon Nozdormu gave her for a while—she The person who waited 10,000 years ago and has not been able to meet again until today... actually stayed by her side for the past six years?

The Red Dragon Queen has not experienced the magic of the timeline. Of course, she can’t understand it all in one and a half, but the bronze guardian dragon Nozdormu has already understood the complexity of the timeline. The only thing I care about is Arthas and Frostmourne that I sent 10,000 years ago-there is one thing that the bronze guardian dragon Nozdormu did not confide to the Red Dragon Queen-whether it was him or other time The intelligence returned by the eternal dragon Mnozdor of the line proves that the timeline they are currently on is the only timeline that has survived the last moment!

...

Arthas only felt that his body was heavy, but it seemed to be floating in a river, and it was very uncomfortable. He didn't know what happened to him, but there seemed to be some strange sights. His consciousness flickered quickly. He seemed to have seen the carefree time in the palace of Lordaeron when he was a child, saw the kind face of his father, and heard the time when his sister Kalia was laughing. In seconds, the severe cold of Icecrown Citadel made him involuntarily start a cold war-no matter in the original time flow or now, everything Alsace had experienced began to surface in his consciousness.

"Master! Master! Wake up!"

In the dimness, Arthas seemed to hear someone calling his name, so he opened his eyes and saw Frostmourne's surprise smile.

"Xiaoshuang...Where are we?"

Arthas felt a pain in his head. He supported the ground under him with his hands and wanted to sit up. Then he found that the place where his hand was pressing was not the desert of Silithus, but the moss in the forest. Wetland-Frostmourne is riding on his waist, looking at him eagerly.

"Xiaoshuang doesn't know... it should be 10,000 years ago? That damn bronze dragon would never deceive us on such things, right?"

Frostmourne couldn’t get up on Arthas, and he used his hands to play with the face of the master—I don’t know why, Alsace’s hands and body were stained with moisture and moss from the grass, and Frost Sadness looked unaffected, and it was still white.(To be continued.)

961 The Lost Tyrande

"Xiaoshuang, don't you know where this is?"

Arthas finally sat up, and he checked his body-fortunately, it did not become the ghost form he thought-even wearing what he wore in the Silithus desert. clothes.

The reason for this worry is that before he passed out of his coma, Arthas heard the eternal dragon Mnozdo say that he could only teleport his soul to ten thousand years ago. Arthas was really worried. What should I do if I become a ghost.

"Yes, Xiaoshuang is not so sure..."

Frostmourne jumped off Arthas's body, jumped gently on the ground twice, and then said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter..."

Arthas shook his head and began to look at the surrounding scene-he and Frostmourne were in a forest, surrounded by huge trees. The darkness was so heavy that he could not see the sky above him when he raised his head. There is no way to tell what moment is now.

Based on Alsace’s limited knowledge of geography, he could only tell that this was not the silver pine forest common in northern Lordaeron or the primitive woodland in the Ghost Land where the trolls were located. As for where it was... There is no way to know.

"Xiaoshuang, can you perceive whether there are any intelligent creatures nearby? Humans, night elves or trolls, tauren... everything is good, as long as you can communicate with us... is there?"

Arthas watched for a long time, but couldn't see the secret of this forest, so he turned to Frostmourne and asked.

"Yes... just west of us, there seems to be a city, but... Xiaoshuang still doesn't know what kind of city it is!"

Frostmourne walked to Arthas's side and said.

"That's okay, let's go and see."

Arthas nodded, and then walked towards the west of the forest under the leadership of Frostmourne.

...

Arthas and Frostmourne walked in the forest for a while-Arthas kept adjusting his physical state, and found that he was no different from the original-he really didn't understand, the eternal dragon What Nozdor said he only had his soul came to ten thousand years ago-or that Arthas didn't even know whether he had returned to ten thousand years ago.

But Arthas quickly found a solution to the problem-after a long period of walking, he finally saw a person on the edge of the forest with whom he could communicate-or the night elf.

A moon-white robe envelops a tall and delicate body, a straight and supple back is shrouded in the flying blue-green long hair, and the hem of the almost drooping robe gently floats on the grass at the edge of the forest. A pair of straw shoes hold it. The pair was barefoot and half-concealed, a pair of pale violet lotus root arms swayed gently in the air, playing with her own long hair-this is what Arthas saw after walking out of the forest The back of the first night elf female.

Although he looked very weak, it seemed that the other party was not what Alsace had imagined--because he had just stepped out of the forest, and the slight sound of stepping on the grass attracted the other party's attention.

The night elf turned around, his body remained in a beautifully distorted state-Arthas saw a small long stem of grass in her mouth, as if... he wanted to cut his hair Tied up with a straw?

For some reason, Arthas suddenly felt that the female night elf in front of him was very cute, especially after seeing him, his first reaction turned out to be blushing, which makes him even more interesting-even though he loves beauty. Heart, everyone has it, but... how do you feel that this night elf is like a thief caught by him?

...

Tyrande feels very bad recently-after becoming a priestess of the Moon Temple, she feels that everything has changed-in the past, she liked to be carefree in the streets and alleys of Suramar City Run and play with care, taste the sweet berries with the night elf girls of the same age, and discuss what kind of food and clothing the high-level elves living in the city of Essalin like... Tyrande felt very comfortable and happy.

But not long ago, when she responded to the call of the moon god Elune and became a priestess of the moon god, the attitude of the people around her changed. First of all, Tyrande realized that she was not Now that she can live easily, she has to spend most of her time in the Moon God Temple every day, praying those tedious prayers that are useless in her opinion.

What makes Tyrande even more upset is that recently, her two good friends-they are male friends-have changed their attitudes a little so subtle.

Malfurion Stormrage and Illidan Stormrage are good friends Tyrande has known for a long time-but recently, there have been quarrels between the two Stormrage brothers, especially if Tyrande is present. The quarrel between the two of them will escalate more intensely.

Tyrande is not a silly girl-she can become the best young priestess, even more precocious than her peers-she knows the reason why the two Stormrage brothers quarreled, even some Sometimes I want to do things with each other a little bit, all because of my own reasons.

Courtship-Tyrande knows that this is a race-whether it is an intelligent race like night elves, or a dirty and dirty race like trolls, even bugs and birds, a stage that must go through.

Tyrande is not very interested in this kind of thing at the moment, but... she knows that if one day she wants to choose a male night elf to be her spouse, then obviously that male elf will only be in Marfa. Between Leo Stormrage and Illidan Stormrage-most night elves choose their spouses in this way. From friend to spouse, it only takes a little time to prepare.

It's just that... Tyrande didn't want Malfurion Stormrage and Illidan Stormrage to break the brother's feelings for her own reasons, but she didn't know how to confide such information to the other party— —As a night elf girl, it is a bit embarrassing to ask her to say such things in person.

On the other hand, faintly, Tyrande was still a little disappointed with the Stormrage brothers—in her opinion, Malfurion? Stormrage was a bit dull—even though Tyrande could clearly see Ma Fario Stormrage wanted to attract her attention, but she couldn't hear the slightest compliment from the other person.(To be continued.)

962 My name is... Alsace

As for Illidan Stormrage... It is difficult for Tyrande to say that he is as dull as his brother, but they are brothers after all, and they share common characteristics in one aspect. In Tyrande's view, Illidan angry. Feng seems to be much more persistent than himself.

If time goes by, Tyrande feels that one day she will truly mature, maybe she will choose to be her life partner with Brother Stormrage, and give birth to one or two lovely and outstanding offspring, but now ... Tyrande didn't want to think about this question.

Tyrande, who became the priestess of the Moon Goddess, felt that his life was different from what he had imagined before. The life in the Moon God Temple was too simple and elegant, which made her somewhat depressed, who had not yet shaken off her youthful vigor, and Malfurion? The quarrel between Feng and Illidan Stormrage made Tyrande feel even more breathless.

So today, Tyrande found an opportunity, secretly stayed out of the Moon God Temple, and came to the edge of the forest outside Suramar City, rarely wanting to enjoy the quiet of a person.

Untied the sacrificial robes that were tied in his hands and feet, freed his hands and feet, and felt the real and crisp birds and insects from the forest. Tyrande couldn't help but break his heart for fun. A stalk of grass, intending to sneak a long braid for himself.

Who would have thought that Tyrande thought that no one would disturb her peace this afternoon, but just now, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind her—turning back alertly, Tyrande saw two uninvited guests .

The pair of visitors who came out of the forest looked like a man and a woman—though they looked completely different from the night elves, they were generally similar—standard and slender limbs, well-defined features, and clear faces. ,just……

Tyrande noticed that the ears of these two "visitors" were not pointed, nor did they have slender eyebrows, and their skin was too fair compared to him. Tyrande himself was considered to be a night elf with very complex skin. It's shallow, but compared with these two "visitors", it is still a bit violet.

Tyrande stared at the two visitors for a while, and then realized that it might be a bit impolite to do so. She quickly put down her hand holding her hair, shook off the curly sacrificial robe on her body, and cut half of her mouth. The stalk spit out secretly, and then politely nodded to the two "visitors"-the night elves are still a friendly race, and Tyrande is more friendly.

"Hello! Excuse me, what kind of guests are you...? I seem to... uh... as if I have never seen you nearby?"

Tyrande asked the two strange visitors loudly in Darnassus—she was still a little excited—to be honest, the night elves did not find any friendly neighbors in this world.

The tauren tribe on the Highmountain has nothing to do with the world. The trolls of the Zandalari Empire are the feud of the night elves. Tyrande doesn’t know much about these two races. In addition, I heard that the panda empire in the distance is also against Her Majesty Essalin had a messenger, but Tyrande had never seen it before!

...

Arthas looked at the night elf in front of him in a daze-the facial features on the other's face looked very comfortable, but the shallow things around the pair's eyes that looked like imprints and tattoos broke this. The beauty of Zhang's face.

Arthas was able to understand the language used by night elves-he had been the Lich King in Icecrown Citadel for many years, and he was bored, and learned a little bit of language from other races from Frostmourne. Among them is the Darnassus language spoken by the night elves.