My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Master Archimonde, congratulations on your victory and defeating those two wicked guys..."

Counselor Harvis deliberated for a moment, and then said flatly to Archimonde the Defiler in the upper elf language-in the short time with the Abyss Lord Mannoroth and Hakkar, he did learn some demons. The vocabulary of the language is just... not yet able to use a somewhat unfamiliar language like proficiency.

"Are you laughing at me? Damn fairies?"

The Defiler Archimonde slammed the Counselor Harvis by the collar, lifted him up high, away from the ground, and also roared loudly in the upper elf language-after all, it was Sargeras, the commander of the Burning Legion. Personally take care of the world to be occupied. Before coming here, whether it was Archimonde the Defiler or Mannoroth, Lord of the Abyss, including a slightly status demon like Hakkar, the dog king, had done a lot of "homework."

"No, no, no... Lord Archimonde, you misunderstood, I mean... Didn’t those two enemies of unknown origin have escaped? Of course it’s because Lord Archimonde is strong and ..."

Counselor Harves quickly made up for the fault in his words-he felt that his flattery did not seem to have been accepted by the Defiler Archimonde... But it seemed that Counselor Harves's words were not enough to calm the Defiler Archimonde. De's wrath-the upper elf wizard was thrown fiercely on the grass by the Eternal Well Lake by Archimonde the Defiler, and somehow ate a bite of the wet soil.

"Assemble your people, elves... Starting today, you will serve the legion like cattle... You must build more portal magic circles, summon more legion fighters into this world, and at the same time And also speed up the construction of the passage for Lord Sargeras to come here... Take action, spirit, starting from today, you will forget what it is like to sleep."

The Defiler Archimonde slammed the counselor Harves to the ground, and then roared-being alone is not terrible, the terrible thing is that he is alone now, but two more will appear to trouble him at any time Crazy woman-think about being locked in an ice sculpture a few minutes ago, the polluter Archimonde felt the crisis for the first time.(To be continued.)

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"But... but Lord Archimonde, we don't have enough manpower..."

Counselor Harvis got up from the ground in embarrassment-he didn't dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction with the behavior of Archimonde the Defiler, still trotting flatteringly to the side of Archimonde the Defiler, and then tactfully Said his difficulties.

"Manpower? Oh, I forgot...If it wasn't for that stupid guy Mannoroth who brewed a massacre here, I think there should be more than this number of mages in your clan?"

Archimonde the Defiler sneered while looking at the shivering Highborne wizards kneeling by the Well of Eternal Lake in the distance.

"Yes...no, no, I can't blame Master Mannoroth, it's like this, Lord Archimonde...the compatriots who live outside the palace...no, I mean the lower species who call themselves night elves , They are full of the possibility of rebellion, so there is no problem at all to kill them... Of course I am not accusing you of your decision, Lord Archimonde, I just want to say that maybe you just came to our world. Not familiar with……"

Counselor Harvis carefully explained to the Defiler Archimonde the difference between himself and the night elves who died in the previous slaughter-although in his opinion, the abyss lord Mannoroth has died, but... Counselor Harvis dare not arbitrarily question the decision of Abyss Lord Mannoroth in Archimonde the Defiler——Counselor Harvis doesn’t know if the Abyss Lord Mannoroth is the "Master Archimonde" in front of him. If his subordinates talk nonsense, I wonder if Lord Archimonde will anger him.

But it seems that Counselor Harvez is completely worried-Archimonde the Pollutant doesn't seem to pay attention to his tone and attitude anymore-Archimonde the Pollutant has shifted his attention to another place on the shore of the Well of Eternity. One end.

"Mannoroth? Yes, I almost forgot him..."

While grumbling like this, Archimonde the Defiler dropped his astonished Counselor Harvis, and walked towards the other side of the Well of Eternity. There, an ice sculpture the size of Mannoroth was in Ai Xerathian world's unique blue and white moonlight gleamed with a strange luster.

Archimonde the Defiler walked up to the ice sculpture of the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, and looked at the familiar and hideous face under the thick ice sheet-the appearance of the Abyss Lord was completely different from the inherent aesthetic of the Eredans , In the eyes of Archimonde the Defiler, the face of Abyss Lord Mannoroth was as ugly as ever.

But no matter how ugly, Archimonde the Defiler knew that he still needed help now-he sighed softly, then put his hand on the ice sculpture of Abyss Lord Mannoroth, feeling the strange, It was colder than the Twisting Void, and concentrated the little power left in his palm.

Soon, a light green hell flame began to spread from the place where Archimonde the Defiler touched the ice sculpture of the abyss lord Mannoroth, and soon spread over the entire body of the ice sculpture of the abyss lord Mannoroth-in this hell flame Under the action of, the thick ice cap covering Mannoroth, the lord of the abyss, began to slowly melt, turning into a crystal blue light trance in the air.

The Defiler Archimonde retracted his palm - he clearly felt that the ice of Mannoroth, the Lord of the Frozen Abyss, was very different from the ice cap that had frozen himself - but this did not happen to the Defiler. Kemond's surprise, after all, the strength of Abyss Lord Mannoroth is much weaker than him...

...

"Wow!"

A miserable roar sounded by the lakeside of the Well of Eternity, and the abyss lord Mannoroth jumped up on the spot—a plume of hell flame wrapped around his arm like a bone gangrene, which reduced his size. The demon jumped and jumped on the spot, wailing for a long time, only to see a familiar figure standing in front of him, looking at him with disgust.

"Ah...Master Archimonde?"

Abyss Lord Mannoroth saw the demon in front of him clearly, and then asked in surprise—he then realized his current state, and couldn't help but pat out the flames of hell on his arm while checking his body. ——Abyss Lord Mannoroth feels that his brain is not enough—how could this be?Didn’t you get frozen?Why is Lord Archimonde standing in front of him now?Where is that annoying woman?

"Of course it's me, won't anyone save you this idiot?"

Archimonde the Defiler snorted coldly.

"Master Archimonde! Thank you for coming in time... but... where is that difficult guy?"

Abyss Lord Mannoroth seemed to be grateful for the appearance of Defiler Archimonde, he said excitedly while looking for the dizzying blue figure everywhere.

"I think your brain is frozen by the ice... You don't need to look for it. Those guys are now running away."

Archimonde the Defiler didn’t need to think about it and knew that the Abyss Lord Mannoroth was referring to the two women in blue skirts, so he hummed and replied—obviously, the Abyss Lord Mannoroth and the Defiler Acmon Like De himself, they were both attacked by the two women in blue skirts, but Archimonde the Defiler always felt that the abyss lord Mannoroth still had a glimmer of life in the ice sculpture. He melted with hell flames. The fragile ice sheet left by Frostmourne without the support of subsequent power was able to release Mannoroth, Lord of the Abyss-but on the side of Hakkar, the dog king, Archimonde the Defiler had nothing to do. It's - half of that guy's body has become meat sauce, it is impossible to save it, and there is no need for it.

"As expected, Lord Archimonde! The troublesome guy was solved as soon as he came!"

Mannoroth, the Lord of the Abyss, exclaimed in excitement, and his worship of Archimonde the Defiler was "taken to the next level."

"Shut up, you idiot... From now on, you are responsible for monitoring the upper elves and summoning more soldiers from the legion to this world! As for the rest... don’t think about it for now, and the slaughter of those elves It is temporarily over, and all captured prisoners are treated as slaves. We are now in short supply of manpower."

Archimonde the Defiler scolded Mannoroth, the Lord of the Abyss-he certainly didn't want to tell the fact that he was crushed by those two nasty women and almost killed him, and he didn't want to cheekily admit the abyss. Lord Mannoroth could only hold his breath in his heart and command loudly.(To be continued.)

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"Yes, Lord Archimonde..."

Abyss Lord Mannoroth respectfully dropped his head in front of Archimonde the Defiler and said obediently.

"Very well, remember this time, don't call those low-level hellhounds and demon guards anymore... The enemies of this world are not at a level that weak fighters can deal with. First, summon some Eredar wizards, and they will open up Enough passage for Lord Sargeras to pass."

The Defiler Archimonde nodded and said, seemingly satisfied with the obedience of Abyss Lord Mannoroth.

"Master Sargeras has decided to come? That's great, then Master Archimonde, next you..."

The Abyss Lord Mannoroth looked much more "polite" when facing the Defiler Archimonde, although his look a little sordid face did not match this "polite".

"Me? I need to meet some spring-hearted little hoof... I heard that these upper elf queens fell in love with Lord Sargeras? How can I say... I think I need to meet this bold woman ..."

The Defiler Archimonde showed a playful smile on his face. He looked towards the endless palace in Yanbian in the east, as if he could see the owner of that palace-the elf queen Azshara, one fell in love with burning The legion commander Sargeras, and even the woman who would destroy her own kingdom...what exactly was it like?——The Defiler Archimonde never hides his curiosity, because he really wants to know this.

...

Just when Counselor Harves led Archimonde the Defiler to meet his Queen Azshara, a light blue light flashed in the dense forest thousands of meters outside the city of Asalin. After that, Sindragosa descended from the sky and slowly landed beside the roots of a huge oak tree in the forest. At the same time, he opened his arms slightly, revealing Arthas who was tightly embraced by her.

"the host!"

Frostmourne, who was also brought to this forest by Sindragosa’s teleportation spell, appeared next to Sindragosa. She threw herself down beside Sindragosa and Arthas, gently using her fingers to go. Touching her master's face, she only felt a moment of coldness. At this moment, clear and cold tears flowed out of Frostmourne's eyes, covering the tears that hadn't dried up on her delicate cheeks.

Sindragosa was also examining Alsace's body-except for the wound in his chest that had penetrated the body, everything else on Arthas was normal, but Sindragosa's fingertips passed Arthas. Si's heart and side neck, but found that the heartbeat that should be pulsating forcefully is almost inaudible-if it is an ordinary human, it is obviously dead after suffering such a trauma, but Sindragosa was surprised to find himself But her master still retains a glimmer of life, which makes her feel a little hope while being sad and self-blaming.

"Blame you! Sindragosa! If you hadn't left the master... the master wouldn't be what it is now!"

Frostmourne lay crying beside Arthas, suddenly as if thinking of something, raised his head, looked at Sindragosa angrily, and rebuked.

"What are you yelling at me... If you didn't challenge Archimonde the defiler without your own strength, I would have taken my master away from that dangerous place a long time ago, how could such a thing happen?"

Sindragosa actually had some guilt in her heart. After all, she was thinking that if she hadn't left Alsace, maybe things wouldn't be like this-but such accusations came out of Frostmourne's mouth. However, Sindragosa was totally unacceptable—in fact, she had always been cherished by Frostmourne’s forced choice with Archimonde the Defiler.

Alsace was injured and endangered, and Sindragosa felt sad. Like Frostmourne, she had nowhere to vent her breath. At this time, Frostmourne jumped out to accuse her, and Sindragosa was obviously not. She might accept it calmly—now she is no longer the frost dragon that used to be in Icecrown Citadel, and she naturally does not need to fear Frostmourne anymore after she has abandoned her undead status.

"You... how dare you talk to Xiaoshuang like this!"

Frostmourne stood up angrily, intending to teach the bone dragon that had harmed his master.

"Since you still have the energy to argue with me, it's better to put your mind back on your master and find a way to rescue him!"

Sindragosa was really dying of anger by Frostmourne. She really didn't understand what was thinking in the other person's head-the master was still lying in her arms, this stupid magic sword still wanted to be with herself. Fight to teach yourself?