My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malfurion and Illidan, who are in the Moon Temple of Suramar City, don’t know yet. In their night elves’ king city, a group of demons from another world are gathering and preparing to occupy this world—the young Stormrage brothers. Still waiting for Tyrande to open the small oak door behind them.

"I really don't know why Tyrande cares so much about those two guys of unknown origin..."

Illidan was still worried about being kicked out—he complained to his brother Malfurion endlessly.

"I don't know too well, but Illidan... why have you become so impatient? During my absence... what happened?"

Malfurion asked caringly—this time when he returned, he found his brother Illidan had become more and more impatient—maybe because his mentality had improved, Malfurion thought.

As he rested deeply on the Druid’s way of nature, Malfurion felt that he was now more and more balanced-sometimes he felt that he was nature itself-a deer or an old oak tree... That feeling was really good. Malfurion felt sorry for his brother Illidan, because he refused the invitation of his teacher and refused to become a true druid.

"It's nothing, it's just... I feel that I've encountered a little trouble recently. I haven't broken through my magic skills for a long time... How about you, Malfurion, and Cenarius's learning?"

Illidan sighed-he had nothing to do with Tyrande, so he chatted with Malfurion-although the blood between the two brothers was thicker than water, they rarely had the opportunity to spend time together like this Speak freely.

"It went well, really, Illidan, you really should be with me, I mean..."

Malfurion wanted to say these things to Illidan a long time ago-even though Illidan refused to be a druid at the beginning, Malfurion felt that if he repented now, he still had time.

"Okay, don't say anything... Malfurion. There is no need for two identical storms in this world. You have your way and I have mine... Honestly, how do you plan to verify that dream? ?"

Illidan dismissed the subject lightly-proud of his most taboo thing is to be like others, especially his brother Malfurion... But from another perspective, Illidan knows Malfurion well. Knowing how much he cares about the nightmare, he asked curiously.

"What else can I do? It would be great if I had a chance to enter Esalin and check it out... But there are not many high-level elves in Suramar who are eligible to enter Esalin. With the trust of Master Ravencrest, maybe I can enter that city with him..."

Malfurion said worriedly.

"This is impossible. The more possibility is that you will be caught by Raffencrest, then tortured on the charge of alarmism, and finally sent to Essalyn... Wait, you mean... Marfa Leo, tell me my idea is wrong, you don't want to..."

As Illidan was talking, he suddenly thought of a terrible possibility-he looked at his brother in disbelief, wishing to drag him out of his delusion-why is this guy so desperate?

"Yes, I'm thinking... Even if Ravencrest doesn't believe my language, there should be a way for him to send me to Essalyn! If I can find a chance to escape then, maybe You can figure out what happened there..."

Malfurion smiled and said-Illidan really is at heart with his brother, although he has not said clearly, but he has thought of his plan-Malfurion decided to meet the master of Black Raven, the upper elf Ruffin Crest, explain his concerns to him.

If Ravencrest believed his prophecy, then he would naturally achieve his goal; if he didn’t believe it... Malfurion felt that Raffencrest would not miss this to catch himself to Isa A good opportunity to pull the Queen for a reward.

Once that was the case, Malfurion knew that he had many ways to escape from the prison, and then went to investigate what happened in Essalyn.(To be continued.)

977 Frostmourne Prank

Malfurion and Illidan were outside the door discussing how to confirm that Malfurion’s terrible dream was a reality, but Tyrande could only hear limited whispers in the room, but could not hear Brother Stormrage. What are you talking about.

But Tyrande didn't have much energy to pay attention to these things-she stared blankly at the golden runes in the air, until they were about to fade away, and then realized that she had to act as soon as possible.

Tyrande stretched out his fingers, and a little moon-like light shone on her fingertips—unlike Illidan, which was the color of Tyrande’s magic—trembling fingertips stretched toward the runes. Finally, before they dissipated, Illidan had completed the magic that had been arranged.

Tyrande quickly retracted her finger, as if threatened by some animal sting-she felt a little guilty and a little frightened in her heart, but at this time, the magic had already worked, and everything was too late to stop. .

In front of Tyrande, the oak wall waved like the surface of water, and the brown-yellow color gradually became transparent, like a thin film that seemed to be able to penetrate at any time-correspondingly, Tyrande looked up at the wall timidly Go-everything next door can be seen in full view.

"Huh? Ms. Shuang is...what is this doing?"

Tyrande looked at it for a while, and her good-looking eyebrows suddenly trembled and muttered in surprise.

...

For Frostmourne, there is no difference between the night ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later-she does not need to eat or rest, but it does not mean that Arthas does not.

Although there is little sunlight in the Moon God Temple, Little Demon Sword has been counting the time eagerly waiting for his master to wake up-however, the night has passed, although it is time to get up, Arthas is still asleep. , His chest was slightly undulating with symmetrical breathing, but there was no sign of waking up at all.

At a time and country where all these are very strange, Frostmourne will also feel bored—but Little Demon Sword quickly found something to pass the time—or rather, it’s not a thing, but her master. .

"Huh~hu~"

The bed in the lounge was relatively narrow, but Frostmourne's body was flexible and soft. She crawled around Alsace, but she could cleverly avoid Alsace's body without waking him.

Fooling around with her posture, Frostmourne supported her body with her hands, leaned in front of Arthas, and blew lightly at the sleeping face of her master, and secretly let out a suppressed smile while blowing. sound.

The long, supple black hair hangs slightly, resting on Alsace’s cheeks. The slight breath makes Alsace’s nose a little itchy. He frowns and his breathing becomes a little faster, as if he is about to wake up. .

Frostmourne didn't want to wake up her master, so she stopped her mischief, supported the veil-covered bed with both hands, retreated towards the end of the bed, and then sat on Alsace's slightly separated legs/legs/of/ Jian—Although there is not much space, Frostmourne is confident in his body—just enough for Little Demon Sword to sit down by himself.

After sitting down, Frostmourne became interested in the wall beside her--she lightly tapped the oak wall panel with her finger, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth--Little Magic Sword found something interesting Things, so...

He took his fingers back from the wall, Frostmourne tilted his head for a moment, and then stretched his hand to Alsace's belt-the master is now defenseless, Xiaoshuang can do whatever he wants!

With just a slight tug, Frostmourne tore off Alsace’s belt, and then skillfully stripped off Alsace’s trousers. After a squeak of "hehe", it was not dense. Among the hair, he gently caught the soft "big snake" with his fingers.

"Hmm... the master must be too tired, as usual, by this time it will almost reach the tip of Xiaoshuang's nose!"

Frostmourne murmured—I don't know why, Little Demon Sword used Elvish language.

Although Alsace had been leading the coalition of humans and dwarves in Kalimdor, chasing the remnants of the orcs to the desert of Silithus, and rushing for long distances, but Alsace was born in the royal family of Lordaeron after all and cared about himself. The instrumentation and cleanliness.

Therefore, when Frostmourne bent down and held the baby between Alsace’s crotch with his fingers, and sniffed gently with the tip of his nose, Little Demon Sword was surprised to find that under the touch of his soft fingers, The owner's original soft stuff suddenly became hard and thick.

"Hey, there is no smell..."

Frostmourne smelled it again, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked the fiery tip between Alsace's legs, and swept the transparent mucus that was slightly oozing out of nowhere. After smacking his mouth, he muttered in a low voice.

Little Demon Sword pinched the fiery root between Alsace's legs and fiddled with the already completely erected ben in a staggered look, while blinking his eyes thinking about his own affairs.

Think about it, Frostmourne seems to have forgotten when the last time I did shameful things with my master—it seemed to be before the master led the mortal army to leave Lordaeron—after that, whether it was in At sea, or in the barracks, Arthas didn't have much time, and there was no chance to make friends with Frostmourne alone.

Little Demon Sword used to like to do shameful things with her master-because that would make Frostmourne feel that the changes in her body are real-she is no longer just a cold, talking person The magic sword is now, but a real and beautiful girl, who can accompany her master, can be his wife, and his lover.

But then the stupid big stupid dragon made the master more powerful-Frostmourne thought angrily-after that, Xiao Shuang was a bit different from the master's opponent, and was dizzy every time by the master. Sure, it will hurt and swell for a long time. It's not very convenient to walk.

"Fortunately, now the master is asleep, hehe, Xiaoshuang will do something interesting..."

Frostmourne glanced at the seemingly insignificant wall again, then lowered his body, and gently brought the fiery heart between Alsace's legs into his mouth, dense and smooth hair. It hung down like a waterfall, covering Little Demon Sword's white and delicate face, as well as her slightly undulating movements.

...

Tyrande felt very nervous now-at the suggestion of Illidan's bad idea, Tyrande was now next door to Arthas and the Frostmourne Lounge, and through a small spell, peeping at their every move.(To be continued.)

978 Tyrande's Voyeur

In Tyrande's impression, there were no thieves in Suramar—under the blessing of His Highness Elune, the moon god, everyone in Suramar lived happily.

But Tyrande felt that he was a thief now, and he was the first to commit a crime alone—because he just glanced at the situation next door, Tyrande felt that he was a little out of breath—moon white Under the sacrificial veil, in the young chest, a heart beats faster because of tension.

Tyrande knew that the layout of these lounges were similar, and she stayed in Mr. Alsace's room for a long time yesterday, so she was not surprised by the facilities in the room.

The empty wooden table still contains the leftover food from yesterday-Tyrande remembered that he had gone too hurriedly last night and had not had time to take away the food tray.

After shaking her eyes blindly, Tyrande finally focused on her "task"-she looked at the wooden bed placed in front of her by the wall that had become "transparent". I found that Mr. Alsace was still asleep, and Ms. Frost seemed to have woken up and crawled around the bed very vigorously, as if looking for something.