My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas smiled friendly at Tyrande, and then asked Malfurion.

"You don't have to worry about this, humans... the forest is completely the domain of the druids. Malfurion can be said to be a king in this woods... but what we have to do now is to leave Suramar City as soon as possible. The range of city defense."

Illidan brags about his brother while stepping on a black nightsaber.

"But we only have three nightsabers...what will Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost do?"

Tyrande stood on the edge of the forest sadly and asked bitterly.

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with me... I already have one more member on my Nightsaber!"

Illidan patted Kotalos Raffincrest who was sitting up behind him, and said loudly-he didn't plan to carry these two strangers who had unknown origins and liked to make their own decisions.

"Then Mr. Alsace, and Ms. Frost...you can sit on Escadar."

Tyrande didn't mind Illidan's attitude, she generously invited Arthas and Frostmourne to ride her mount.

"Huh? But..."

Illidan was stunned for a moment-he only thought that Arthas's mount was either his own or Malfurion's, but... how could Tyrande invite...

"But what?"

Tyrande turned his head, looked at Illidan, and asked in surprise.

"No...nothing..."

Illidan blinked and shook his head again and again-he didn't want to make Tyrande angry anymore-after all, the night elves had no defense against men and women, but... Illidan looked eager to try to step on Tyrande. Alsace, who was riding, still felt very uncomfortable.

But Illidan has nothing to do. After all, he just said that he would not let Arthas ride a nightsaber with him. Pride like Illidan will not take back his words because of his uncomfortable heart. .

...

"Xiaoshuang sit in the middle!"

Frostmourne was like a child, hurriedly rushing ahead of Arthas and Tyrande, and jumped onto the back of the white nightsaber-the little magic sword must be with his master, but Frostmourne was worried The host and Tyrande will be next to each other, so plan to separate them in advance.

"Don't mess around..."

Arthas walked to the side of the white nightsaber, lightly pressed the back of the beast with his hand, and rode across it—the height of the nightsaber was still worse than that of a war horse. Some, but the size is big enough for Alsace to ride comfortably on it.

"We are off! Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost... Sit still!"

Tyrande also skillfully stepped on her mount. She took out a piece of dried meat from the leather bag on her waist, shook it in front of the nightsaber's nose, and threw it into the nightsaber. In the open blood basin.

I don’t know if it was stimulated by the smell of dried meat or for other reasons. The white nightsaber rushed out of the spot and galloped through the forest where vines and grass coexist; it skilfully avoided those. The knotted roots of the ancient tree, it seems that nothing can be an obstacle to its progress-until now, Arthas did not understand why the night elves would choose the night saber as their mount-perhaps because there are no horses in their territory The reason, but there must be a large part of the reason, these night elves are active in the forest for a long time.

The terrain in the forest can be said to be relatively complicated. Only a dexterous animal like the Night Saber can come and go freely-like the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest Mountain, they prefer to use goats as mounts to overcome complex mountain terrain. same.

"Damn!"

Frostmourne didn’t seem to have reacted. This nightsaber leopard would suddenly run up. She gave a soft cry, waved her hands in the air, and subconsciously put her arms around her and sat in front of her, focusing on controlling the nightsaber. Tyrande's waist.

"Ah! Ms. Frost!"

Tyrande was caught off guard, and she screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Xiaoshuang, don't mess around, let go of Ms. Tyrande..."

Arthas held the edge of the saddle on the back of the Nightsaber with both hands to fix his body, and at the same time told Frostmourne.

"No! It will be bad if you fall!"

Frostmourne continued to put his arms around Tyrande's waist and pressed his swollen chest tightly to Tyrande's back, but he refused to let it go.

"Ms. Frost! You like me... I can't continue..."

Tyrande stammered and shouted, and Arthas realized that the Nightsaber that he had stepped down was a bit erratic in running, and he was almost about to hit the stoutness that the few people in the forest could not embrace. The trees were up-obviously, Frostmourne's willful behavior bothered Tyrande very much, and there was no way to continue to control her mount to move forward steadily.

But... is there any way?——Alsace smiled bitterly and freed up a hand, and squeezed punitively on Frostmourne’s small butt that had been pushed back slightly-when this little girl was stubborn...no one could do anything about it She!(To be continued.)

1005 Krasus

The guards in the Black Rook Castle didn't realize that their lord had disappeared until the afternoon—it was a coincidence—the servants had already prepared lunch, but their lord did not come out of the study.

The incident really dragged on for too long. An old servant with enough qualifications dared to go to the top floor of the Black Rook Castle to disturb their lord, and then found that the guard who was supposed to guard the door was gone.

The old servant was surprised. He reached out to push the door of the study, but found that the wooden door did not move at all, and there was no response from the study.

The old servant who sensed something was wrong called the other guards, and after smashing the door of the study, they discovered to their horror---Cortalos Raffincrest's adjutant Disdell Stareye and two All the guards were lying on the floor of the study, unconscious, and their lord had long since disappeared.

As a result, the entire Black Crow Castle was boiling-this historic castle is rarely so lively during the day-the full-service armed sentry searched the entire castle up and down, but no Kota was found. Los Ravencrest's whereabouts, until their adjutant Disdell Stareye awakened.

Disdell Stareye recalled everything that happened in the study-although he really couldn't recall anything-but the wizards who were ordered to rush to recreate everything that happened in the room with unique spells, they clearly I saw that two young night elves and the priestess of the One Moon Temple, with two strangers who had never appeared around Suramar, broke into the Black Raven Castle and took the lord Kota here. Lord Los Ravencrest.

The night elves of Black Rook Hold were surprised at this fact, but were also angry. In their opinion, this was not only a stupid and reckless act, but also a...rebellion.

Without informing the Moon Temple, Black Rook Castle sent its own guard-a pursuit force composed of wizards and warriors. They vowed to take their lord back from the traitors.

Disdell Stareye is the commander of this chasing force-he is ashamed of his performance in the study, but he is not discouraged by this, but intends to wash his shame with a victory.

...

Krasus wanted to know where he was, but when he woke up in the cave, he couldn't remember anything.He couldn't feel the existence of any creatures, let alone his kind, which made him worried.Did the guards bring him here just to get rid of him?Does the guard want Krasus to die here?

The latter speculation is truly dangerous.Pain and fatigue continue to destroy the magician's slender body.Krasus even felt as if someone had torn half of him.Memories continue to frustrate him. He is worried that all these ailments will worsen over time, and time is what he lacks most!

Do not!I can't just give in!that's not me!He barely stood up and stared around.For humans or orcs, the cave was almost pitch black, but Krasus could see its inside clearly, as if the sun was shining inside.He could see huge jagged stalactites and stalagmites, he could see every crack, and he even noticed the little lizards rushing into the cracks.

Unfortunately, he did not find an exit.

"I don't have time to play these games!" he said sharply into the air.The echo of his words, because of repeated repetitions, seemed to laugh at himself.

He is losing something.Of course there must be a reason for him to stay here, but...what is the reason?

Soon Krasus remembered the method of their race, that method was indeed too cruel for the non-dragon race.A sneer passed across his cheek.

The slender magician wore a turban and turned slowly, without blinking his eyes.At the same time, he began to recite ritual greetings in a language older than this world.Repeated three times, each time emphasizing the nuances between them, as if only he had learned these words from the source.

If there is no way to attract people who want to catch him even this way, then there is no other way.

"Like what the creator said!" someone roared, "the creator made us exist in this world."

"It must be one of us," another voice said, "because he is definitely not one of them."

"Be sure to find out."

Suddenly four red dragons appeared from the empty sky. They received their wings that could cover the world majestic behind them, and then sat around Krasus, making his thin body recognizable.They glanced at the magician, as if he was a bite of delicious food.