My Frostmourne can't be so cute

What surprised Arthas was the face of the night elf in front of him—because he thought he had seen her before—though it was still a little far away at the time, but...

Arthas felt that the night elf seemed to be in the original time flow. When he followed the leader of the Burning Legion, Archimonde the Defiler, attacked Mount Hyjal, the holy land of night elves, he had seen the commander of the night elf army from a distance. If Sath remembered correctly, this face, as well as that unique facial pattern and hair color, should belong to... the commander of the night elves and the spokesperson of the moon god Elune in the world-Tyrande?

"You... well, may I ask... what is this place?"

Arthas recovered from the trance and took two steps forward, but he did not get close to Tyrande Whisper Wind. Instead, he maintained a relatively polite and safe distance, using his less skilled Darnass. Siyu asked.

"Here? This is the city of Suramar. I am a night elf and a believer in the moon god Elune. My name is Tyrande, Tyrande? Whisperwind... Sir, may I ask if you are ...What kind of race are you... please forgive my ignorance, but I have never seen... a... guest like you."

Tyrande was surprised that she could understand Alsace's words. While she was a little surprised, she quickly continued to ask.

"I'm... well, you probably haven't heard of my race anyway... I'm a human, coming from a long way, so... it's an adventure! Take the liberty to ask Tyrande Madam, are you... the leader of the night elves?"

Arthas is still not able to determine his own age, he vaguely failed to reveal his complete identity, and then asked carefully.

"Leader? Then... how could it be... I... Our leader is Her Majesty the Queen! How could it be me?"

Tyrande heard Alsace's question and quickly denied it.

Hearing Tyrande’s words, Arthas was almost certain that he should have come 10,000 years ago-because in the original time stream, as far as he knew, the leader of the night elves was Tyrande himself. .

Arthas felt that Tyrande had no need to deceive himself—since the night elves had one more majesty that he had never heard of... then it also meant that he should have come to ten thousand years ago. Next, my task is...stop the invasion of the Burning Legion?But how to stop it?

"Mr. Human...what do I call you...and this lady?"

Tyrande found Arthas lost in thought, she thought about it, and asked politely.

"I... My name is Arthas, Arthas Menethil, a human from far away... This is my fiancée, you can call her Shuang."

Arthas introduced himself and Frostmourne, inexplicably born a thought-if he didn't say his real name ten thousand years ago, what would happen to himself ten thousand years later... What kind of impact?(To be continued.)

963 Suramar City

In fact, Arthas didn’t know very well about the cycle of time—even if he concealed his real name now, but as long as he stayed ten thousand years ago, then before he returned to the original time flow. Here, there will always be an opportunity for him and Frostmourne to expose their original names-this is the timeline rules, there are accidents and bifurcations, but it will eventually retain some of its inevitable characteristics.

"Arthas... Menethil... what a strange name!"

Tyrande repeated Alsace's name in Darnassus, and said softly.

"Ha! You dare to say that the master's name is strange! You old woman!"

Frostmourne stood beside Arthas for a long time, watching the continuous dialogue between Tyrande and Arthas, Little Demon Sword felt a little uncomfortable long ago, but he had never found a time to vent.

Just as Tyrande’s whisper was heard by Frostmourne, the Little Demon Sword suddenly came out, and immediately jumped out to accuse the other party-but Frostmourne’s impression of Tyrande still remained in the time of the Lich King, that Tyrande at the time could obviously be called an..."old woman".

Of course, the triumphant Frostmourne had forgotten that she was not too young, even a lot older than Tyrande—if Tyrande was an old woman...what was the Little Demon Sword himself?

"Huh? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I mean..."

Tyrande jumped off with a sudden shout of Frostmourne. She thought she had offended the tradition of these two "visitors", so she quickly apologized.

"Xiaoshuang, don't talk nonsense... it's okay, Ms. Tyrande, I know... my name is indeed a bit long."

Arthas reluctantly dragged Frostmourne behind him, and then said to Tyrande.

"That's not true... We also have many long names among our night elves... By the way, Mr. Arthas, where are you going? Do you want to continue traveling?"

Tyrande pursed her mouth and smiled, and then asked curiously—the young Tyrande had never left the vicinity of Suramar City. She just heard those older night elves say that their ally, the panda Humans are a race that likes to travel very much, but I did not expect that these two "humans" who have never heard of will also travel on the mainland...If it is not for the sacrificial duties of the Moon Temple, to be honest, Tyrande really I want to go for a walk and see the scenery of other places on this continent.

Hearing Tyrande’s question, Arthas couldn’t help thinking about what happened 10,000 years ago, Alsace didn’t know very well-he knew that the Burning Legion had invaded 10,000 years ago. In this world, but... what the process is like, he still doesn't have a precise understanding.

After thinking about it, Arthas could only remember that the first invasion of the Burning Legion should be related to the night elves. Now that I saw Tyrande... Arthas felt that he could stay here for a while, and then Thinking about the next plan-even though the eternal dragon Mnozdo dispatched himself to save the world, but... Alsace was not ready yet!

"That's it, Ms. Tyrande, if you don't mind... My fiancee and I hope we can rest for a while in the night elf city-you know, we came here from a long way, and now Very tired..."

After thinking about it, Arthas turned to Tyrande to beg.

"Of course, Mr. Alsace, please come with me, and I would also like to hear you talk about your travel experience!"

Tyrande said happily--the night elves are a hospitable race, how could they refuse to enter their city when faced with walkers from afar?

...

Just as Arthas followed Tyrande with an unhappy face of Frostmourne, and stepped on the soft grass towards Suramar, the main city of the night elves, in the farthest north in the world. , In a cave of a towering iceberg, a huge head suddenly raised his head and looked to the far south—with this series of actions, a light blue light lit up the original black paint The cave-that is a blue dragon.

The huge body with a length of one hundred meters hovered on the cold ground of the cave. The huge scales are covered with beautiful patterns. The long white dragon's whiskers look slender. Only wise men who are familiar with the habits of giant dragons will know this. This is a distinction. The sign of the dragon's gender-the male dragon should be stronger.

Gorgeous scales enveloping the huge body, this blue dragon slowly walked out of the cave where it lived-under the cover of a lavender arcane brilliance, this huge blue creature soared into the air, towards The center of this continent flapped its wings and flew past, and it disappeared into the distant sky before long, bringing the quiet northern border back into silence.

...

Arthas followed Tyrande and walked into the city of Suramar-this was his first time in the city of night elves-whether in the original time flow or now.

As Alsace had thought before, what was shown before him was not a gorgeous city—it would be more appropriate to call it a town in the common language of humans.

Not as glorious as Dalaran or Lordaeron, Arthas followed Tyrande through the slightly lively urban area of ​​Suramar City-night elves dressed in various colors of service- -Green, yellow or blue, some of them are buying and selling goods, some are trying archery, and some are discussing something loudly, but when Arthas and Frostmourne entered, these night elves They stopped the busyness at hand and focused on Arthas.

"Master, these guys are watching us..."

Frostmourne became even more unhappy. She leaned into Arthas’s ear and complained to her master in a low voice—Little Devil Sword didn’t like contact with living people very much, especially being treated as a monster by these night elves. Look at it the same way—if possible, Frostmourne prefers to get rid of these sharp-eared guys, and then communicate with their souls.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Frost, my people have never seen... the human race, so... But don't worry, they are all very kind night elves. Under the care of His Royal Highness Elune, we don't It will hurt anyone...except of course those dirty trolls, hehe!"

Tyrande’s ears are pointed and bent backwards. Obviously, her hearing is also very good. Frostmourne just didn’t know if it was due to inertia or for some other reason. It turned out to be night elves. His language was communicating with Alsace, so Tyrande heard it, and she quickly turned around to comfort her two "guests."(To be continued.)

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"Yes, of course I know, otherwise I will not easily enter your city! Although you have never heard of the name of our human race, but we still have a little understanding of your night elves, otherwise I and Xiao Frost will not be able to use your language."

Arthas gave Frostmourne a white look, seeming to blame Little Demon Sword for not complaining in a language that Tyrande could understand, and then explained to Tyrande.

"Really? Has Mr. Arthas ever seen a night elf? But we really haven't heard of or seen a race like you!"

Tyrande asked curiously.

"That's it. Although we haven't encountered night elves, but... we have had some dealings with trolls. During the war, we captured some trolls. We learned about the night elves from them, even ours. Darnassus was also learned from those troll captives."

Arthas explained to Tyrande-he always wanted a reason for his own origin-although the night elves had never seen other humans this can be explained by the fact that the world is too big and the distance travelled, but he always wanted to explain Know why you and Frostmourne can use the language used by night elves.

Darnassus, also known as the ancient elves, is an evolved version ten thousand years later. As the language used by the high elves of Quel'Thalas, a large number of common words and grammatical habits have been added. After that, it was very popular in Dalaran and the northern cities of the human kingdom. Of course, in this age when humans were not born, Arthas could not find any compatriots, but fortunately, the troll seemed to be a He made up an excuse.

"It turns out that you have fought with trolls too! No wonder... if possible, maybe you humans can form an alliance with our night elves and attack those trolls together!"

Tyrande said with a bit of surprise—Although he was not very enthusiastic about politics, Tyrande also knew that after destroying the huge Zandalari empire of those trolls, the remaining forces of the troll empire had always been concerned about the kingdom of night elves. Looking at it, maybe humans can become allies of the night elves.

"Such matters, leave it to the big shots, I'm just an ordinary adventurer..."

Arthas said with a wry smile-of course he should try to describe himself as an ordinary person, if he moved out of the title of the prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron... In case these night elves really wanted to form humanity 10,000 years ago The Alliance fights against the trolls... Then don't you just show your stuff?