Wang's expression changed, and his heart still felt like a knife.

This time, Arthas was finally able to give the citizens of Lordaeron a grand triumph, and when he led the royal guards of Lordaeron, who had been well-dressed despite the long journey, through the long, crowded streets, to the gates of the palace of Lordaeron, where his father, King Terenus, was already waiting.

"You're doing a great job, Arthas, and I'm so proud of you. ”

When Arthas turned and dismounted, and came to his father, the old king embraced him, patted him lightly on the back, and said in a choked voice.

Thinking back to the day of the triumph, Arthas felt as if his father was even more excited than he was.

Only the army of Ironforge, led by Muradin Copperbeard, returned to Lordaeron along with Arthas, and the dwarven warriors were to return to Ironforge after resting here.

Stormwind's troops, led by Varian Wrynn, have rushed to the Whispering Coast of the Tirisfard Glades, where they will board ships bound for Stormwind.

Before leaving, Arthas and Varian Ureon were very reluctant, and that made Frost Sorrow a little jealous.

Prince Danas of Fort Rapids parted ways in Stratholm and Arthas, and they were to make their way south back to the Arathi Heights to report the victory to King Solas.

Of course, both Prince Danas and Varian Ureon took away a handsome amount of loot.

The amount of treasure obtained from Zuaman was greater than Arthas could have imagined, and the trolls lived a relatively primitive life, and currency circulation was relatively rare, but this did not prevent them from collecting metals such as gold.

And the tens of thousands of years of accumulation of the Amani Empire have cheapened the alliance of humans, dwarves and high elves.

Arthas remembers the greedy look in his eyes when he told the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Alfonso Dirdara, to count the loot.

King Terenus gave his son's triumphant feasts for several days, but Arthas did not have much opportunity to attend them, for he was pestered by his sister, Kalia Minehir, to tell her everything that had happened in Zuaman.

Today, the first day after Arthas returned to Lordaeron, he went to his father's study to attend to his government, and when he took his father's seal and fastened it to the order of Stratholme and the other noble realms to move the inhabitants to the Wraithlands, Arthas couldn't help but sigh that everything was different.

The fall of the Amani Empire is of great significance to the continent, and there is no news from Quel'Thallas yet, but Arthas believes that the Silvermoon Council there must have been overwhelmed with accusations and arguments these days.

The elders of the High Elves must have never imagined that their allies would be able to achieve such a victory, and this victory must have disrupted all their previous plans.

As the commander who brought about this victory, Arthas felt the pressure to bear the burden of a nation, a race, and an entire alliance for the first time—both before and after crossing the flow of time.

This trip to Zuaman made Arthas realize that in order to be a worthy king, it is not enough to rely on the strength of Frost Sorrow, he must be calmer and wiser.

Arthas then realized why his father had asked him to take care of the government affairs for him, he thought that with his experience in two lifetimes, he would be able to take over his father's kingdom easily, but now he understood that it was easy to take over the throne, but he still had a long way to go if he wanted to do better.

"Master!"

It was here that a pair of soft, cold little hands, pinching Alsace's cheeks, pulled him back to reality.

"Xiaoshuang, what's wrong?"

Arthas grasped Frost Sorrow's small, smooth hands in his palms and gently held her as he pulled her into his arms.

Frost Sorrow sat obediently on his master's lap and leaned back against Arthas's chest, pouting his little pink mouth and looking at his master disapprovingly.

"Master, what were you thinking just now? Xiaoshuang is talking to you!"

Arthas was troubled by the white-eyed Frost Sorrow that appeared in Zuaman, but it seemed that Frost Sorrow was not concerned about it at all, because she had always thought that it must be the master, the big stupid dragon, the small/breasted Winlessa, and the bad woman Gianna had mistaken it.

No, Frostmourn was bored in King Terenus's study, and when he felt that Arthas had neglected him, he pestered his master again.

"Oh...... Xiaoshuang, what did you just say?"

Arthas did not listen to Frost Sorrow, and asked softly as he buried his head in Frost Sorrow's neck, sniffing at the strange, vague fragrance.

Xiaoshuang said...... Oops, master, don't get it, it's itchy......! Xiaoshuang said, tonight, I want to surprise the host!"

Frost Sorrow replied loudly as she smiled coquettishly to avoid Arthas's teasing.

"Surprise?night?Xiaoshuang, you won't be ......"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and then an ambiguous smile appeared on his face - whether it was when he fought in Zuamman, or in the past few days when he returned to the palace of Lordaeron, Arthas and Frost were sad, but it had been a long time since they had done that kind of "shameful thing"!

"Yes...... Yes...... Master, Xiaoshuang tonight, you must surprise the master!"

When it comes to the private/intimate matters between the husband and wife's bed/flute, Frost's sorrow is very open, and her pretty face is neither red nor white, but she is talking to Arthas in a serious tone.

"Oh, really......? Why should we wait until the evening?"

Arthas looked at Little Magic Sword's serious expression with great interest, and then stood up from his seat with her in his arms, and said with a smile.

"But...... It's still daytime and the host ......"

Frost Grief exclaimed, and the slender lotus arm quickly wrapped around Arthas's neck to prevent him from falling to the ground, and then said nervously to Arthas.

"What are you afraid of during the day, who called Xiaoshuang You said it in advance...... If I don't see the surprise you said, how can I continue to work hard?

Arthas lowered his head, kissed Frost Sorrow's white cheek, and then said forcefully.

"Oh...... Well......"

With just a kiss, the little magic sword was a little dizzy with happiness, and although he knew that he was no match for his master in bed/on the bed, in order to bear his responsibilities as Arthas's fiancée, Frost Grief decided to let it go!

Anyway...... I have already decided to surprise the host tonight, haven't I?

- Little Magic Sword thought this, and suddenly felt very shy in his heart, after all, it was the "surprise"!

Desperate to let off steam/wish for their desires are the most feared creatures in the world, Arthas is no exception, and soon he and Frostmourn are in their bedrooms - faster than ever before.

"So, Frosty...... What kind of surprise are you going to give me?"

Returning to the bedroom he knew best, slamming the door, and throwing Frost Sorrow's soft body onto the bed, Arthas looked at his little magic sword and said with interest.

Arthas knew that Frost Grief was more resistant to making / having sex with himself, at least until he left for Zuaman, and it was all because of the Red Dragon Queen's indiscriminate transformation of Arthas's body, although it seemed to be overkill that Arthas was no longer a man who could only last six seconds like six years ago.

Every time he was intimate with Frost's Sorrow in bed/on the bed, the little magic sword would be tossed by his master and his whole body would be confused, and his whole body would be sore, and even so, Arthas's dragon-like lust/desire could not be vented.

Not only is this distressing to Frost Sorrow, but it's also a sweet burden for Arthas himself?