My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Malone shook his head and said to Arthas.

"Well... It's a pity... If I can grow up a little bit longer, my father will definitely allow me to stay by his side and handle government affairs with him."

Arthas nodded disappointedly, then muttered.

Malone looked at the frustrated Arthas, especially his dirty face and blond hair from tossing in the canopy, and a little pity suddenly rose in his heart.

If it were not to prove himself in front of his father, if King Terenas could be more patient and tolerant towards Arthas... Maybe Arthas would not end up with that regrettable sadness in the end.

Malone didn't know whether his appearance could change Alsace's destiny—he didn't even know his future destiny—but he knew he could at least do something now.

"My friend, Varian Wrynn, he is the prince of Stormwind. He is now meeting with your father inside. When he comes out, I can ask him to tell you the scene of the meeting— —Although it's not as good as seeing it with your own eyes, it's better than nothing. What do you think?"

Malone patted Arthas's slightly immature shoulder, and said to him with a smile.

"Really? That's great!"

Arthas yelled and cheered—he looked at Malone with grateful eyes—the first time he saw someone who didn't treat himself as a child.

"Of course it is true... But before that, you go to your sister first, and then clean yourself up-the prince of Lordaeron can't go to see the guests dirty-I'm right. ?"

Malone stretched out his hand, squeezed Arthas's somewhat thin face, and winked at him.

"Don't pinch my face!"

Arthas angrily tried to remove Malone's hand, but he stepped away ahead; the young prince glared at the guy who was still smiling after pranking him, and ran away angrily-he decided Take back what I just said-this guy named Malone also considers himself a kid!Obviously he doesn't look much older than himself!

Seeing Alsace disappearing into the garden, Ma Long looked down at his hand, rubbed a few fingers lightly, and smiled triumphantly-appropriately bullying the future Lich King, then It feels really good!(To be continued.)

Fanwai 18

When Malone returned to the door of the Throne Hall, the two guards were still guarding there, but Benedictus didn't know where he went.

Malone hesitated, and then told the two guards that he had found Alsace; it can be seen that they both breathed a sigh of relief—even though Arthas was still young, every Lordaeronite They all hope that their prince can be safe and sound-under the rule of the Menethil family, this land has been protected from war for thousands of years. The reputation of the Lordaeron royal family is in the hearts of the people here. Second to the Holy Light.

The secret meeting in the Throne Hall was not over yet, and Ma Long was leaning on the pillar opposite the promenade, chatting with the two guards one after another to pass the time-he would rather spend the day with these two Lordaeron Strangers in the kingdom chatted, and were unwilling to go back to the lounge to face Uther's staid face.

Malone hasn't noticed yet, but in fact the two Lordaeron guards are already a little impatient with him-they are guards after all and must behave-if the captain of the guard sees them on duty and chats... Guests, of course, will not be affected, but these two guards cannot escape punishment.

Fortunately, a pair of figures that appeared at the other end of the corridor rescued the two guards because Ma Long's attention was focused there.

"His Royal Highness Princess Kalia, Arthas... how are you..."

Ma Long looked at the pair of children in front of him in surprise and asked.

"I'm here to wait for Prince Varian, Malone, you said, I can't wait to see my new friend!"

Arthas said excitedly—he seemed to have just taken a bath. When he stayed in the garden with Malone, his dirty hair and face were all refreshed, the broken clothes were removed, and the new white robe was golden. The pattern looks very glamorous.

"Master Marlon, Arthas told me what happened in the garden... Thank you so much."

Kalia Menethil, the Princess of Lordaeron leaned slightly, then smiled and said to Malone.

"You are welcome... and I am not an adult, just call my name."

Ma Long said quickly and modestly-the identity of the heir to the Lothar family is certainly prominent, but here is Lordaeron, and the pair of brothers and sisters in front of him are the real masters of this palace.

"Is the meeting not over yet? Has Prince Varian not come out yet?"

Arthas showed no interest in the courtesy communication between his sister and Malone. He looked at the confined door of the Throne Hall with eager eyes and asked in an anxious tone.

"Of course not yet. Too much has happened in the South. I want to... clarify these and discuss the future situation. My uncle, Faor teacher and Varian will not come out so quickly."

Malone explained to Alsace.

"That's it..."

Arthas pursed his lips in disappointment-a boy his age may have everything, but he is always less patient.

"By the way, didn't you say that you don't want that to be known to others? Why did you tell...Her Royal Highness Princess Kalia?"

Malone bent down slightly and asked in a low voice in Alsace's ear.

"Hehe...Kalia is my sister. It's okay to tell her about this. She will help me hide my father and mother... Right, Kalia!"

The breath of Malone's words made Arthas feel a little itchy in his ears. He couldn't help laughing, and then avoided Malone, went around behind his sister Carlia, took her by the arm, and said coquettishly.

"Of course, Ma Long Da... Ma Long, I have a very good relationship with Alsace! Although he is a little bit naughty, I won't let my father know about this, and I don't want to see him be punished!"

Kalia smiled and said to Malone, rubbing her brother’s blond hair as he said it—just after taking a shower, and still a little wet—Alsace could not wait to dry his hair and hurriedly After wiping it, he hurried to Ma Long.

"Don't mess with my hair, Kalia, I'm not a kid... By the way, Malone, what happened in the South?"

Arthas pushed away Kalia's arm that was stroking his hair impatiently, and curiously asked Malone this question.

"south……"

Ma Long's expression was a little trance-although he had not yet come into this world when Stormwind fell into the hands of the orcs; but that was almost the deepest memory of the original owner of this body before his death. Looking back, those The terrible scene still seems to have happened yesterday.

After sorting out his thoughts a little, Ma Long considered it, using as gentle language as possible, in front of Alsace, retelling to Alsace the orc invasion that was full of killing and blood, violence and resistance. .

Although he could endure it, after talking about the whole thing, Ma Long still clenched his fists uncontrollably, and his strength made the knuckles bulging in his hands pale—anyone, After personally experiencing the hellish tragedy and death, it is impossible to take it calmly when mentioning it again-unless there is no trace of human blood and kindness in his body.

Not only Malone, but even the two Lordaeron guards who heard this story again, breathed much faster-they had never been to Stormwind in the south, and they had no relatives in that far country. But this does not affect their hatred of the green-skinned invaders-even if they do not know each other, the humans in the south are their compatriots.

"This group of... murderers! This group of... wicked invaders!"

Arthas also clenched his small fist tightly-good tutoring made him hardly find any words to describe the brutality and barbarism of those orcs, which made his curse somewhat weak, but he kept rising and falling. It can be seen from the chest that the young prince has never experienced such anger and indignation.

"We will surely kill them back. Those invaders must pay the price-how many lives they took in Stormwind must be repaid with ten times their lives; how much blood they made in Stormwind must be left a hundred times After the blood, completely disappeared from our homeland!"

Ma Long squeezed this sentence from his teeth-he couldn't help but think of a war that his motherland had experienced.

In that Great Patriotic War, the martyrs of Ma Long’s motherland fought back against the invaders and finally successfully repelled them; however, the price paid by those invaders was less than one-tenth of the trauma that Ma Long’s motherland suffered.

This is undoubtedly a regret, but Malone vowed not to let the same regret happen again in this world.(To be continued.)

Extra 19

"Ma Long, you... are you here to ask my father for help?"

Alsace suddenly asked—Malone noticed that the muscles on his face were still trembling slightly with anger. It seemed that the tragedy that occurred in a foreign country had a great impact on Arthas who grew up in the palace greenhouse.

"It can be said that we need the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Terenas to provide us with food, water, and shelter. We also need weapons and armor to arm our soldiers so that they can regroup; but we are also Come to give a warning-those orcs will not stop their aggression, they will soon go north, and they will set foot on the land of Lordaeron... We will work with your army to wipe out this group of greenskins."

Malone explained to Arthas-the refugees in Stormwind are not entirely a burden. Without these people and the brave soldiers under Anduin Lothar, perhaps the Alliance would pay more in the war against the orcs. Several times the price.

"Malone, what you said, my father will definitely satisfy you! He is the most wise monarch I have ever seen! Together, we can definitely make those orcs look good!"