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"Good night, then, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas. ”

Paul bowed respectfully to Arthas, then turned and left his tent.

"Master!"

As soon as Paul left, the sorrow of Frost pounced on Arthas, happily touching his face to Arthas's cheek.

When Arthas wouldn't press her to the bed and toss, Frost Sorrow still likes to talk to her master.

"Don't make a fuss, Xiaoshuang, you also have a mission tonight!"

Arthas took Frost Sorrow's slender waist around her and plucked her from herself.

"Does Xiaoshuang have a mission too? No...... It won't be ......"

Frost Sorrow tilted her head and thought about it, and suddenly thought of something terrible, and suddenly even her tongue was a little knotted.

"Of course not, what do you think! I mean, Xiaoshuang, you don't need to sleep, and you can sense what is happening far away, so tonight, when I am asleep, you can help us keep watch!"

Arthas said as he scraped the bridge of Frost Sorrow's small nose with his fingers, then pinched her face dotingly.

"Sentry?"

Frost Sorrow put his arms around Arthas's neck, and the whole person hung from his master's body, asking suspiciously.

Frost's sad heart was much lighter when she realized that her master didn't want to take the opportunity to have sex with her, but she still didn't quite understand what Arthas was talking about.

"Well, Frost, you can keep an eye on me, and if a troll approaches outside the camp, call me up. Got it?"

Arthas told Frost to grieve.

"Got it!"

Frost Sorrow replied crisply.

"Well, that's good...... Xiaoshuang, you come down first, I'll wipe my face, and then I go to sleep. ”

Arthas patted Frost Sorrow's stiff/upturned little buttocks, trying to pluck her off his body.

Even if you are as noble as Alsace, it is not realistic to take a hot shower every day before going to bed in such a deep enemy situation.

However, Arthas still wipes his face and body with a towel, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable to sleep with dust.

"I don't!"

Frost's sorrow rests on its master's body and refuses to move.

"Oh......? It's still early, why don't we do what we love to do?"

Arthas saw that Frost Sorrow had a childish temper, but it was not that he had no way to fix her.

"What do you love to do?"

Frost Sorrow asked, staring at her big dark eyes.

"That's what happened!"

Arthas laughed as he pinched Frostmourn's sad ass with both hands and gently rubbed it a few times.

"The master is a big badass!"

Frost Sorrow screamed, fearing that Arthas would not be able to resist her, the little magic sword jumped off its master's body quickly, and then ran to Arthas's bed/, hiding in the corner of the bed.

Of course, Arthas was only scaring Frost Sorrow, it wasn't that he didn't want to have something to do with Little Magic Sword, but the time and occasion were a little inappropriate.

Freed from the entanglement of Frost Sorrow, Arthas quickly cleaned up his body and returned to his bed/on.

Frost Grief seemed to have some reaction to Arthas's joke, which made her emboldened again, so the little magic sword crawled to her master's side, and her soft body arched and squeezed into Arthas's arms.

Having seemed convinced that the trolls would launch a surprise attack tonight, Arthas intends to recuperate for the night's battle.

So, despite the seductive/seductive body of Frost Sorrow in Arthas's arms, he had no plans to go any further.

Holding Frost Sorrow's cool, soft body, Arthas quickly fell asleep, while the little magic sword continued to stare at his big eyes in the dimly lit candle-lit tent, faithfully completing the task given to him by his master.

Groggy and groggy for I don't know how long he slept, Arthas woke up in a jolt.

"Master!"

Frost's sad and delicate face suddenly appeared in front of Arthas, and her jet-black eyes were shiny and shiny, and she looked very cute.

"Hmmm......"

Arthas snorted twice, he needed some more time to sober up.

"Master, there's a troll outside the camp!"

Frost Sorrow shook Arthas's body and said loudly - if it weren't for this, the little magic sword who felt sorry for his master would be reluctant to wake Arthas!

"What? Is it really coming?"

Arthas suddenly became refreshed, and he sat up straight.

Frostmourn didn't watch out for Arthas's move, she groaned, lost her balance, and fell into Arthas's arms.

Arthas put the little magic sword back on the bed, then got out of bed with his boots on, and hurried to the door of his tent.

"Tell Paul that the trolls are coming, tell him to withdraw all the scouts to avoid unnecessary casualties, and at the same time gather his troops and prepare for battle!"

Naturally, there were guards in front of Arthas's camp who had not slept and were on duty all night, and when they heard Arthas's orders, their faces were also stiff, and they hurriedly trotted to find Alsace's adjutant Paul.

Having arranged these things, Arthas returned to his tent and dressed himself with the help of Frost Sorrow while waiting for Paul's report.

Arthas was not very fond of wearing armor, as he was confident that no one would be able to harm him in the army under the protection of Frostmourn on the battlefield.

Arthas was now a commander, not a soldier on the front lines of the war, and he himself enjoyed that status, as he had already experienced enough killings and deaths in the original stream of time.

In this experience, Alsace was not averse, but at least not keen to be at the forefront of the battle.

Soon Paul arrived at the camp of Arthas, and as a royal guard of Lordaeron, although he had been asleep before, he received orders from Arthas, and he did not hesitate at all, and soon came to Arthas, dressed up.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, trolls...... Is it really coming?"

Paul asked hesitantly.

To be honest, Paul was shocked when he heard the news from his fellow Lordaeron royal guard.

For Paul had commanded the scouts to notify themselves if they found any trace of a troll, even a troll.

Before that, Paul didn't receive any notice, and he thought that the scouts had directly told the information to His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, but after thinking about it, those scouts should not have done such an inexplicable and wonderful thing.

On the way over, Paul also communicated with the royal guard of Lordaeron, who had come to convey the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, and learned that no scouts had come to the camp of Arthas in the past period.

So how did His Royal Highness Prince Alsace know that the trolls had arrived?

- Paul was puzzled.

"It's the information that Frost has gotten, a spell that can detect farther ranges, and the scouts shouldn't have noticed the trolls yet. ”

Alsace explained simply.

"Then we can have more time to prepare. ”

Paul, of course, did not question whether there was any doubt in Arthas's statement, and he knew that His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas would not make such a joke.

"That's right, we've withdrawn all the scouts, the trolls should think we're defenseless, and when they attack the camp, we'll take the opportunity to destroy them. ”

Arthas nodded and said - the war during the day relied on the Red Dragon Queen a lot, but the coalition forces did not come here for vacation, and Arthas would not retreat from the tough battles that should be fought.

"I'll arrange it. ”

Paul nodded, and left the camp in Alsace.

Paul, who has been trusted by the father and son of King Alsace and Terenus, naturally has his own uniqueness, he is very familiar with military affairs, and there is no need for Arthas to say too much.