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Aurelia knew the identity of Frost Sorrow, and she knew that Nalorlac, as the animal god that the trolls worshipped, must be powerful.

But Aurelia never imagined that the fight between these two powerful beings was so like a child's nonsense.

Of course, Winlessa was much less surprised than her sister Aurelia, for she had long since become accustomed to the quarrel between the Red Dragon Queen and Frostmourn, and it was not much better than the current situation.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Nalorak was finally tired, after all, he was projected from the void on the body of a troll, although he could temporarily survive in the world of Azeroth, but after all, he could not exert his full strength, not to mention that this four-god enchantment did not limit the frost sorrow, but first extracted a lot of Nalorak's power.

With his long tongue outstretched, panting like a dog, Nalorak thought mentally fast about what he was going to do.

The help of several other animal gods was not in sight, and Nalorak was a little apprehensive, he didn't plan to fight Frost Sorrow to the death, but wanted to leave.

Despite the sacrifices offered by the Amani trolls, Nalorrak didn't want to give too much of his power for them, as he was a god and had no reason to feel guilty no matter what he did.

Just when Nalorak made up his mind to escape, an accident happened.

"Alright, stop playing! Big Stupid Bear, Frost is going to eat you! ”

Frostmourn took the Demon Soul from above his shoulder, tossed it back into the Twisted Void, and said solemnly to Nalorak.

"Eat?"

Nalorac was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly—his body was not as big as a hill, not much worse; How can the sorrow of frost, which is the size of a mortal's body, eat itself?

Soon, though, Nalorlac paid the price for his arrogance - his size was indeed large for Frost Sorrow, but the soul was ...... It has nothing to do with body size.

Dozens of soul tentacles escaped from Frost Sorrow's body and quickly entangled around Nalorak's body; The Giant Bear God couldn't see the soul tentacles, but soon, he could feel the power in his body passing quickly.

What's wrong with this enchantment?

- That was Nalorak's first reaction, and he thought it was the four gods that were rapidly drawing their power; This strengthened his desire to escape, but soon, Nalorak found himself unable to escape.

What frightened Nalorak even more was that through the connection with his own body in the Twisted Void, even the power of his own body began to drain, and the object of the loss was ......

"What are you doing? Let go of me! Otherwise......"

Nalorak roared loudly at Frost Sorrow, already sensing the sudden expansion of the opponent's power, and guessing how the opponent was drawing his own power.

Since his birth, Nalorak has never been so flustered - as an animal god, as long as there are trolls who believe in him, then no matter how badly injured, he will not perish; At this moment, however, Nalorak felt the threat of death.

Frost Sorrow closed her eyes tightly, and she didn't care what the big stupid bear was saying.

The Little Demon Sword was originally based on the soul as food, and after following its master through the flow of time, Nalorak was Frost Sorrow's favorite meal, how could she let it go so easily?

Under the astonished gaze of Arthas and the others, the huge bear man standing in front of them like a small mountain suddenly began to slowly shrink.

Although Nalorlac's mouth still roared loudly, his voice grew quieter and quieter, and his body's struggles became more and more invisible, his black fur gradually wrinkled like withered flowers, and the fury in his eyes gradually faded into a yellowish cloud.

Eventually, Nalorlac's body slammed to the ground, and he was now the size of a normal troll, his brown bear-like head completely out of shape, crumpled like a rooster's head.

"Hmm......"

Frost Grief opened her eyes and bit her lip slightly, her body swaying in the air before falling out of the air.

"Little Frost!"

Arthas watched nervously as the farcical battle between Frostmourn and Nalorak fell from the sky, and he rushed to where Frostmourn had landed, trying to catch his little magic sword.

Even if he was strengthened by the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas's speed was not as fast as Frost Sorrow's fall; However, the little magic sword did not fall, and when she got close to the ground, her falling speed slowed down and landed steadily on the ground.

"Xiaoshuang, are you okay?"

Arthas rushed to Frostmourn's face, nervously gripping the little magic sword's round shoulders, despite the fact that his hands were stained with blood.

"The host ......"

Frost Sorrow looked at Arthas in a daze, the expression on his face more sluggish than ever.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas was taken aback by Frostmourn's appearance, believing that Frostmourn had been injured in a battle with the trolls' animal gods.

"Hiccup~"

It was a long time before Arthas's concerned gaze made Frost Sorrow sound like this.

"What?"

Arthas froze, he thought Frost Grief was talking to him.

"Hiccup ~ Master...... Xiaoshuang is so full ......"

Frost Sorrow stretched out a small, cold hand and gently stroked Arthas's cheek, muttering.

"Full?"

Arthas had only time to say a word before he paused, for Frost's sad body tilted and fell into Arthas's arms.

"Little frost! Little Frost! ”

Arthas shouted Frostsorrow's name, but Little Magic Sword just closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

"Lady Frost, she seems to be ...... Passed out? ”

Aurelia Windranger quickly walked behind Arthas, glanced at Frost Sorrow, and then said uncertainly.

"But...... Retreat, retreat! ”

Arthas was in a state of confusion with Frost Grief in his arms, shouting as he ran quickly towards the outside of the fortress.

Frost Sorrow looked serene now, her delicate face even smiling with satisfaction, and her plump chest rising and falling slightly with the sound of her breathing.

If it were someone else, they would have thought that Frost Sorrow was sleeping, but Arthas, who was familiar with the little magic sword, knew that she didn't need to eat or sleep.

Frost was badly injured in the fight with the bear and is now fainting.

- Arthas thought to himself, forgetting his identity for a moment, and only wanting to flee here as quickly as possible with Frost Grief.

Looking at the back of Artace fleeing in a hurry, Aurelia Windranger and Muradine Copperbeard looked at each other.

"This kid must not forget that he is the commander of this war, right? He's running away now, what are we going to do? ”

The one who spoke so unkindly, of course, was Sylvanas from Quel'Thalas.

"Sister Sylvanas, you can't say that, Arthas is like this because he is worried about Lady Frost! Sister Aurelia, Ms. Frost should be fine, right? ”

Winlesa defended Arthas and asked her knowledgeable sister Aurelia worriedly.

"I don't know...... But the most important thing now is that we need to arrange for the evacuation of Alsace. ”

Aurelia shook her head, then said to Muradine Copperbeard.

Regardless of what happened to Frostmourn, at least in terms of results, tonight's strategic plan was a success.

Arthas's combined forces of humans and dwarves managed to defeat the fortress in the southwest corner of Zuaman before the trolls in Zuaman and other fortresses arrived, killing a troll animal god.

Although I don't know why the trolls in the city didn't come to help, and I don't know why the Silver Hand Ride?