My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Tyrande said shyly-the night elves do not really like the sun very much, they prefer to act at night-but this does not mean that they are a gloomy race!

"So it's like this... Xiaoshuang, don't break other people's walls!"

Arthas nodded, then dragged Frostmourne, who wanted to dig a piece of "Star of Elune" on the wall with his fingers, to his side, and said,

"Oh……"

Frostmourne nodded aggrievedly, but Little Demon Sword made a small abacus in his heart-when the master fell asleep at night, Xiaoshuang went to dig down a blue stone like that and hid it quietly!

"Does Ms. Shuang like such stones?"

When Tyrande saw this situation, he asked curiously.

"Forget it... Xiaoshuang is like a child sometimes, and she will love it when she sees beautiful and novel things."

Alsace explained.

"That's it... By the way, Mr. Alsace, this is a room reserved for those who are in trouble and come to the Moon Temple for help. Can you live here?"

Tyrande smiled, then pointed to a small room beside Arthas and Frostmourne.

"Of course, thank you so much."

Arthas said quickly.

"That would be fine. I am also worried that you, Mr. Alsace, will not adapt to the dark environment here! There are beds and a small table... for food, by the way, Mr. Alsace, you are resting here now Click, and then I will bring you something to eat!"

Tyrande opened the door of the guest room, pointed to the small space inside, and then said to Arthas.(To be continued.)

968 Tyrande's Curiosity

"Don't be too troublesome, we..."

Arthas wanted to refuse, but before he could finish his words, Tyrande ran to a distant staircase, and soon disappeared in front of Arthas. He was halfway through his refusal. I had to swallow it myself.

...

"It's so small here! No master has a big camp in Silithus!"

As soon as Tyrande left, Frostmourne jumped onto the not-so-spacious bed in the small room, and said with a pouting mouth at his two smooth legs protruding from the bottom of the blue skirt.

"Really? Xiaoshuang doesn't like it here? I don't like it too much... So we have to complete the task of obstructing the Burning Legion as soon as possible, and then return to the original time stream! I don't know what the eternal dragon is. Meaning... By the way, Xiaoshuang, I passed out that day... Did the eternal dragon say anything to you?"

Arthas sat down on a quirky chair in the room, and then asked Frostmourne-that day he just said he wanted to leave a message to his father, and he fainted and woke up. Ten thousand years ago... I don't know if anything happened after that.

"Oh, master, you fainted all at once, and Xiaoshuang originally wanted to beat that nasty guy, but he said that the master had come 10,000 years ago, and it would be bad if Xiaoshuang didn't come over right away, so Before Xiaoshuang had time to teach him, she was teleported to her master!"

Frostmourne found that Arthas had not sat on the bed, jumped to the ground somewhat unhappily, and then ran to Alsace’s side, sat on his master’s lap, moved his little fart/strand, and adjusted it. She felt a very comfortable posture, and then said softly.

"What then? Did he say anything? For example, how can we return to the original time flow?"

Arthas didn't expect to have such a story, he asked quickly.

"It seems to have said it! The guy said that as long as we prevent the invasion of the Burning Legion, then we can go back...How on earth to go back... Xiaoshuang doesn't know yet!"

Frostmourne leaned in Alsace's arms and hummed with his eyes closed comfortably.

"Oh, it's really troublesome...but if we are dealing with the Burning Legion, we can't do our part... Xiaoshuang, do you know how the Burning Legion invaded this world at this time?"

Arthas hugged Frostmourne from behind, put his chin on the head of Little Demon Sword, gently rubbing her smooth black hair, and asked softly.

"Xiaoshuang is not quite sure..."

Frostmourne said with some regret - although she had swallowed a lot of demonic souls, most of them were in the time of the Lich King. Ten thousand years ago... what happened in this world, Frostmourne There is really no such long memory.

"Oh, that's not clueless..."

Arthas sighed and wanted to say something, when suddenly he heard a brisk footstep—he raised his head, and then saw Tyrande appear at the door of the room with a large tray in his hand.

"Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost...what are you talking about?"

Tyrande walked into the room, placed the tray with the food on the small wooden table in the room under the fluorescent blue of the whole room, then clapped his hands and asked curiously.

"We are discussing what we learned along the way. This world is indeed a very beautiful world,"

Of course Arthas wouldn't tell Tyrande and everything, he smiled and replied, then patted Frostmourne and let the little magic sword come down from his body.

"That's it... By the way, I brought some bread, water and fruit. I don't know if you are used to it..."

Tyrande nodded thoughtfully, then sat down opposite Arthas, and said with some worry.

"Of course, of course."

Arthas said hurriedly—he is not a picky person, he can also eat the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and it is not impossible to eat coarse tea and light rice—although the royal family of Lordaeron has always been known for being rich, his father, King Terenas, never thought Ever educated his son into a wine sac.

But to be honest, the food Tyrande brought was quite to Alsace's appetite—I don’t know if the fruits grown near the night elves’ homes were particularly delicious, or because of the humans in Kalimdor before Alsace. And the reason why the dwarf expeditionary army ate too long dry food.

After tasting the food that Tyrande brought, Arthas couldn't help feeling the magic of the night elves-it was tens of thousands of years earlier than the time when humans appeared, and such a civilized country was born at such an early time. ——No wonder that when the Burning Legion invaded, the kingdom of mankind was very difficult to deal with, but in the end the attack of the Burning Legion, even under the leadership of the powerful defiler Archimonde, was finally blocked by the night elves’ army. Before the line of defense of the World Tree.

While tasting the puffed bread, Arthas glanced at Tyrande, only to find that the beautiful night elf's crimson lips moved slightly, as if hesitated.

"Ms. Tyrande, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Arthas put down the food in his hands and asked Tyrande carefully.

"Ah! It's like this... I want to say... Mr. Alsace, have you been to many places on the mainland? If you can, can you tell me about the scenery of other places and the residents living there? I’ve always been curious about these things, but I don’t have any chance to go there and take a look..."

Tyrande seemed a little embarrassed, but she still asked Arthas sincerely.

"Of course... Just Ms. Tyrande, where do you want to start?"

Arthas nodded friendly.

"So... Then, let’s start with your human kingdom, Mr. Alsace? Where is your human kingdom? I have a map, but there is still a big blank space on it... The merchant of my map said that there are still many places in this world that we night elves have not discovered, and I have always been curious about these places..."

Tyrande seemed to be prepared. She happily took out a small leather map from a small pocket on her waist, carefully spread it out in front of Arthas, and said expectantly.

"That's right, our human kingdom should be...Huh?"

Arthas took the map in Tyrande's hands. He wanted to point out a place far away from the kingdom of night elves and said it was a human kingdom, but when he took a closer look at the content on the map, he couldn't bear it. Exclaimed.(To be continued.)

970 The Arrival of Malfurion

As Arthas just said, he is very tired now, but he still needs some time to determine the next plan for himself and Frostmourne.

"Master, aren't you going to sleep?"

Frostmourne hopped to Alsace's side, knelt on the bed, rubbed his forehead sensibly for Arthas, and asked obediently.