Just as Arthas's fingertips were about to touch the long sword hanging on the wall, a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "No! Don't touch that sword!" Arthas's movements froze, and he quickly jumped out of bed to look around, shouting: "Frost Sorrow, where are you?" Frost Sorrow's voice was still so pleasant, living up to the name of the demagogic magic sword, as crisp as a silver bell: "Hehe, my master, are you surprised?" Arthas continued to search, but he didn't see a trace of Frost's Sorrow, so he was so anxious that he shouted, "Frost's Sorrow, you come out for me, and explain what is going on!"

Frost's sad voice was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Then you close your eyes first, don't peek!" Alsace closed his eyes as he said, although he was a little anxious. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Suddenly, a cold object pressed against his face, swam through his skin for a moment, causing layers of goosebumps before stopping on his lips. Arthas was amazed when he felt something slide back and forth on his lips, like an active, cold snake. Arthas finally couldn't help but open his eyes, and in front of him was a beautiful girl with her eyes closed, leaning over and kissing Arthas's lips. The high bridge of the nose, the slender eyebrows, and the delicate eyelashes flutter gently, like a frightened deer in the forest in the early morning. A long black and dense hair was scattered behind him, covering the graceful back curve, the tips of the hair extended to the full and round moon buttocks, and the slender figure was hidden in a long ice blue dress. A few strands of bangs fell apart and rested on the tip of Alsace's nose, giving him a crispy tingling feeling.

But now is not the time to enjoy!Alsace relied on his stubborn will to wake up from the girl's kiss, grabbed the girl's somewhat thin shoulders, pushed her away, put on a serious expression, and asked, "Who are you!" Although he had tried to be serious, with his small body and immature face, Arthas was now more like a delicate doll. Sure enough, Arthas's expression did not have the slightest deterrent, and the girl in the blue dress pinched the tip of Alsace's nose with a smile, and said coquettishly: "Master, don't you recognize me?"

Although Arthas had already guessed, he didn't expect that the development of things really went to the least probable possibility, he let go of the girl's shoulder, and said in disbelief: "You...... Are you the sorrow of the frost?" The girl said with a hippie smile: "Yes, how is it? My appearance is completely created according to the master's aesthetics, in other words, I am your dream lover~ My master!" Arthas seemed to have been destroyed, and instead of paying attention to the girl's teasing, he sat on the bed and muttered, "This ...... How is this possible? a sword...... Frost Sorrow...... Woman...... A sword...... The woman ...... "seems to have gone insane."

The girl was a little worried, so she came to Arthas's side, stabbed him, and said, "Hey, master, are you all right? Am I so beautiful that I make you happy and stupid?" Arthas's expression was indeed a little demented now, and he raised his head and asked, "You...... Turned into a woman, what weapon will I use to fight in the future?" Arthas forgot that he was still struggling with whether to find Frost Sorrow this time not long ago, and directly acquiesced to Frost Sorrow as his weapon. The girl also seemed to be a little troubled, and said, "I don't know either...... It seems that I can't go back!Master, it's okay for you to fight with whatever you want, but you are not allowed to use your two-handed sword anymore!Your two-handed sword can only be mine forever!" The girl said inexplicably, but the content seemed to be jealous......

Arthas shook his head, hoping that he would be able to sober up, but his efforts had no effect, and he could only smell it: "Okay, I'll treat you as Frost Sorrow for the time being, but you have to tell me what happened to me and you first!" The girl seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Arthas's words--what do you mean for the time being? I was Frost Sorrow!, but she explained to Arthas in great detail how she had absorbed the power of his soul, and then took him back to the present time through the flow of time. After telling what happened, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing an expression of "I'm not very good, come and reward me".

Arthas listened to the girl's account, was silent for a while, and then suddenly hugged the girl's body, and clasped his hands hard, leaving tears of excitement and excitement in his eyes - on the way to fight for the ethereal ideal alone, Arthas received only malicious abuse from the enemy, the accusations of disappointment, and the heavy burden in his heart. It was precisely because this road was so difficult that he finally chose to end everything with his life. And in this seven-year-long journey, the only thing that accompanied him was the sorrow of the magic sword Frost, which was a bit of a talkative, and the two of them, let's just be human, comforted each other, relied on each other on the way to fight the world alone, and even became one emotionally, you have me, I have you.

No one could comprehend the joy in Arthas's heart at the moment, but Frost's sorrow certainly could. Although they did not receive the reward of the imaginary "kiss", the girl was particularly satisfied by Arthas's true feelings, and the two of them hugged each other like this, enjoying the pleasure of reuniting after a long absence—although the time was not long, but in the seven years since they met, they have never been separated by a centimeter, or a second. After a long time, Arthas regained his composure, he pulled the girl away slightly, and said with some distress: "But now, how can I explain to others, who are you?" The girl grinned and said: "There is no need to explain, except for you, master, if I didn't do it deliberately, no one else could see me." Arthas breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "But...... You're by my side, but what about your real body, is it still on the seashore of Northrend, sealing the soul of Naozu?"

The girl in the blue dress smiled and said, "Then I don't know, but I don't think it's there." As for Naozu...... I suppose Kil'Gardan must have found something else to keep him for!!, the Burning Legion, with a lot of treasures there!" Arthas frowned, and said, "Isn't that ...... Will the Scourge still flood in Northrend?" Despite his determination not to let the tragedy happen again, Arthas still has no good way to fight the Scourge Legion. Frost Sorrow gently smoothed Arthas's brows, and said softly: "It's okay, master, as long as we are together, even if Sargeras comes, we are not afraid of him!" Arthas felt the tenderness of Frost Sorrow, and smiled with relief - yes, as long as you are by your side, what does it matter what the world becomes?