My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas waved his small fist and said loudly-he was going to use the term "green skin offal" like Malone did. The name he heard from his new friend made him feel very fresh and relieved. ; But considering that his sister was on the side... Alsace still instinctively put away the idea of ​​swearing.

"Ha! Of course I know the prestige of King Terenas, but... Alsace, have you seen other monarchs?"

Malone couldn't help but joked with Lordaeron's little prince.

"No...no...I only saw my father a king..."

Arthas looked a little embarrassed-of course his father had always been a tall image in his mind, but when Malone said so, he thought about whether his word "most" was a little inappropriate.

"No, two... yourself, Arthas, you will become a good king like your father in the future."

Malone patted Alsace's slightly immature shoulder, and said sincerely-if those mistakes did not happen, if someone could give him some advice by Alsace's teacher, if Alsace's teacher Uther You are not so rigid and unkind... Malone believed that Arthas would lead the subjects of Lordaeron on a different path.

"Yeah! I will definitely! If those orcs dare to set foot on the sacred land of Lordaeron... I will step on the battlefield and fight them!"

Arthas said courageously, looking into Ma Long's eyes with a little longing look-he had a good impression of this guest from the south, and now he admires a little bit-no one has ever said to him With such encouragement, his mother, his court teacher...everyone is praising his father, and only Ma Long compares him with his father.

"Big talk again... Alsace, you haven't started learning to use the sword, right?"

Kalia finally found her chance to interrupt, she reminded her brother in a low voice.

"I... I will start learning now!"

Arthas also realized that this was indeed a problem, he scratched his hair, and said firmly.

"Who do you learn from? Master Mograine or Master Rivendell? Or... Master Tirion Fording of Maddenhold Castle in Hearthglen? Alsace, you have to discuss this with your father. In a moment, he will tell you the most correct choice."

Kalia said with some embarrassment—she knew that her father had not arranged a swordsmanship teacher for Arthas. She had several candidates in her heart, but in the end she had to obey her father's decision.

Alexandros Mograine served in the Royal Guard of Lordaeron. He was one of several chief guards and a famous nobleman. His name of bravery had spread throughout the north.

Baron Rivendell is the lord of the Knights of Stratholme. He is not as good at fighting as Alexandros Mograine, but his reputation as good at fencing has even spread to those who have lived in the palace of Lordaeron for a long time. Kalia's ears.

As for Tirion Fording and Alexandros Mograine of Madenhold Castle in Hearthglen, they are also brave nobles. What's more commendable is that he still has a devout faith in the Holy Light, and All the noble qualities that a nobleman should have—Kalia herself prefers the last choice. She thinks Lord Tirion Fording will definitely be able to bring a good influence on her younger brother Arthas.

"Does it have to be these people?"

Kalia's words seemed to bother Arthas, he said embarrassedly.

"Huh? Do you have a better candidate for Alsace?"

Kalia asked in surprise.

"Can't he?"

Arthas pointed his finger at Malone and asked tentatively.

Ma Long originally listened to this pair of brothers and sisters chatting, hearing those familiar names, was in emotion, unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, the topic was transferred to himself.

"Me? I will be your swordsman teacher?"

Malone looked at Arthas in disbelief, wondering how he suddenly thought of this.

"Yeah! Malone, you are Anduin? Lothar's nephew, you must also be... a very powerful warrior, right?"

Arthas still remembered the "first warrior" of Stormwind.

"I... can use a sword, but... Arthas, do you have a sword?"

Malone looked at the boy in front of him-even though Arthas was already a tall man among his peers, he was still not old enough to wield a two-handed sword.

"Yes! I have a wooden sword, a gift from Padric...oh, he is a gardener in the palace."

Alsace said enthusiastically, noticing Malone's suspicious eyes, and he explained the identity of this "Padrick".

"Go and fetch it, there may be some time before the meeting ends... I can teach you a few tricks in the garden."

Malone said to Arthas with a smile.

"okay!"

Arthas replied loudly, then turned around, and ran quickly to the stairs at the end of the corridor-the wooden sword is his favorite toy, which has been cherished in the bedroom.

Malone watched Arthas leave happily, but from the corner of his eyes he caught the expression on Kalea's face-the princess of Lordaeron was secretly aiming at herself, hands fiddling with each other in front of her belly , Looks like hesitating to talk.

"His Royal Highness Princess Kalia, what's wrong?"

Ma Long asked suspiciously.(To be continued.)

Extra 20

"I want to say... Malone, are you going to become Arthas' swordsmanship teacher? But my father..."

Kalia said hesitantly-she couldn't bear to touch her brother's interest in front of Arthas, but she was a bit older than Arthas, knowing that the prince looking for a teacher could not be decided casually.

Kalia wanted to explain this to Malone, but she was worried that she was underestimating him and she felt offended, so she hesitated.

"I know, Princess Kalia, you don't have to worry, I don't want to be the official swordsmanship teacher of His Royal Highness Prince Arthas... However, we are also friends, so we can play games with him. I will take care not to let him hurt myself."

Malone understood what Kalia meant and said with a smile.

"That, that's good..."

Kalia nodded—she was actually not a few years older than Alsace. Although girls were generally precocious, they were always a little cautious when talking with outsiders.

But what surprised Kalia was that in the communication with Malone, she felt very comfortable-the other party could always understand what she meant, especially when she didn't or didn't want to express it.

"Ma Long, have you ever been on the battlefield?"

Kalia asked curiously.

"Well, when Stormwind City finally fell/fallen, I led people to guard the main road to the harbor and fought the orcs who wanted to rush to destroy our ships."

Ma Long nodded and replied—some things he wouldn't tell anyone—because of the fatal injury he suffered in that battle, he was able to replace the original owner of this body and come into this world.

"That's it!"

Kalia exclaimed-Lordaeron has been at peace for many years. On this land, except for the soldiers led by the Stratholme Knights in the northeast, they sometimes fight the trolls who slip out of the virgin forest. In addition, most of the soldiers in the Kingdom of Lordaeron had no combat experience.

Kalia thinks that Malone is not much older than herself-which she can get from the face of the opponent-but she is already a combat hero.

...

"I am back!"

The conversation between Malone and Kalia didn’t last long, and Arthas held a small wooden sword, ran across the corridor, and came to Arthas, panting and showing off. Said generally.

"Is this your sword? Yes, it looks the same as it really is! Then come with me, Arthas, let's go to the garden."