Listening to Frost's sad words, Arthas's eyes flashed before the beautiful girl with blond hair and pale blue eyes. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Gianna is the first love of Arthas, the daughter of the king of the kingdom of Kurtilas, and the daughter of King Dalin Prodmore. On the night she swore to join the Silver Knights, Gianna and him, in this room, everything that could happen to a lonely man and a widow had happened.

Although Gianna left angrily on the second day of the first night because she didn't want to propose, when they met again in Andorhar a few years later, the two reconciled and promised to propose to Gianna after expelling the Legion of the Dead. However, after a violent conflict in Stratholme, he parted ways with his teacher and lover, and then embarked on a ship to Northrend, returning as a Death Knight belonging to the Scourge Legion.

Although she had met Gianna in the Hall of Reflection after the Silver Northern Expedition landed in Northrend, she was no longer the girl wrapped in the rules of the apprentice's robes, always thinking about how to unleash a small fireball spell, but the leader of Theramore, and a mage with great power. It's just that Gianna's innocent and shy expression that night has never been forgotten, even after becoming the Lich King.

In the hall of the images, Gianna pleaded with herself not to continue to be wrong. After being refused, he angrily used spells to fight himself. Although Gianna was completely unaware of her opponent, the "Ring of Frost" she used to exhaust her mana still paralyzed herself for a while. In the meantime, she had escaped from the hall of the image, and by the time she had chased her out, Gianna had already left in an airship, leaving behind a gleaming gold coin with a small line engraved on it: "Arthas, my love, please return to me." ”

Thinking back to his time with Gianna, Arthas lost his mind a little - she must be nine years old by now, and she had already started her apprenticeship in Dalaran, and she wondered if she would meet her in the time after the change...... However, Arthas's reverie was soon interrupted by the sorrow of the vinegared frost.

Seeing Arthas's stunned expression, Frost Sorrow knew that he was thinking about the woman again, and twisted Arthas's face vigorously to draw his attention back, and Frost Sorrow said angrily, "Master, why don't you want to do something like that with Frosty! Gianna can do what a bad woman can do, Frost can do too?"

Arthas came to his senses, shook his head and smiled bitterly - what does this have to do with whom? he is only a ten-year-old child! But the immediate priority is to soothe the temper tantrum Frost, in Arthas's heart, Frost's sorrow is still higher than Gianna's.

Arthas stretched out his young palm, wiped away the cold tears of Frost's sorrow, and said, "Little Frost, this time I plan to be a normal person, so I can't do anything like that with you now! If you want to do it, wait until I'm sixteen!" Arthas remembered that Lordaeron decreed that he could marry at the age of sixteen.

Frost Sorrow listened to Arthas's words, and said happily, "Yes, master, don't lie to me!" Arthas smiled and said, "I will never lie to you, but next time you can't make such a claim, what do you want to discuss with me first, you know?"

Frost Sorrow had enjoyed Arthas's touch on her face a little, but narrowed her eyes comfortably, and after listening to Arthas's words, her expression suddenly became a little weird, and she muttered, "Master...... Actually, I have one more thing to hide from you......" Arthas was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

Frost Sorrow swallowed his saliva, carefully observed Arthas's face, and said, "Actually, I have a little sequelae about what you did, master...... But it's not a very important thing, it's just that your body has shrunk a little, master, because the life force has been mobilized to develop there......" After speaking, he stared at Arthas with some worry, for fear that he would be angry.

Arthas smiled bitterly - I just said, although I was a little thin when I was young, but I didn't grow from ten to six, when he first saw Frost's sorrow, he thought it was because of some changes in the flow of time, it turned out that it was all caused by Frost. Arthas couldn't do anything but ask, "What do you mean...... I'll never grow up?"

Actually, Arthas wasn't very worried about this, but Frost Sorrow immediately explained: "No, no, master, you won't be any different from before when you grow up, but it's just that it's shrunk a little now, and it will slowly grow up in the future." Arthas shook his head helplessly again - his weapon had turned into a human form, and if nothing else, the destructive power to himself was simply superb.

Thinking of this, Arthas let out a long sigh, took off his shoes and got into the bed, and pulled the tent next to the bed. Frost Sorrow asked, "Master, what are you going to do?" Arthas said angrily, "Sleep!" Frost Sorrow asked in surprise, "But it's still daytime?" Arthas buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "Sleeping children grow fast!"

While Arthas was sleeping, a large army was marching through the snow on the Danmoro Plains in the middle of the Eastern Kingdom. In the southern half of the Eastern Kingdom, where most of them have fallen, the only one who can have such a military appearance is the orc army that has passed through the Dark Gate from Draenor to Azeroth.

In the center of this army, a strong orc with a height of more than two meters was carrying a huge short-handled war hammer, and scolded the orc warrior next to him menacingly: "Hurry up, you coward! Right in front of you, the land ten times wider than the world of Draenor, is waiting for us to conquer! If you take off the hind legs of the entire orc tribe, I will not hesitate to smash your head!"

The reprimanded orc stopped, grabbed the weapon in his hand and turned around, baring his fangs in his mouth, pale yellow saliva pouring out of his mouth and dripping onto the snow. Still, looking at his opponent, who was a whole head taller than him, the reprimanded orc turned around and dragged his exhausted body to keep up with the pace of the army.

The strong orc nodded in satisfaction, and strode forward, shouting as he went, "Go ahead, warriors of the tribe! Ahead is the wetland, and once we get there, through the narrow bay, we can reach the Arathi Basin! Chiefs of all clans, come to me, we have some allies who need our help right now!"