With an inexplicable mood, he took his eyes back from Arthas, and Wen Lesa launched her own counterattack with words: "Hmph, it's just two lumps of fat, what's there to show off? On the battlefield, this kind of thing is just a drag, oh, I'm sorry I forgot, a big lady like you definitely won't know what the battlefield is like, right?"

Although she knew that Frost Sorrow had the ability to become invisible, Wen Lesa only regarded it as a mage's invisibility technique or an invisibility potion or something, no matter what, to be able to become Prince Lordaeron's fiancée, it must be the eldest lady from a noble family - of course Wen Lesa didn't know that this so-called "fiancée" was simply Frost Sorrow's self-styled wife. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Frost Sorrow was so angry that she wanted to get up and beat Wen Lesa - how dare a woman with small breasts be so arrogant?, but Frost Sorrow soon realized that she was no longer the invisible person who could be lawless, although she was very reluctant, but Frost Sorrow planned to start today and be a lady and adapt to the role of the master's fiancée as soon as possible.

However, the little magic sword will not easily let go of Wen Leisa, who hurts people at the mouth, and after searching in the soul memory, Frost Sorrow found a weapon to refute Wen Leisa: "Hmph, a high elf like you will not understand the master's hobbies at all, after all, you are just a race that needs to rely on a bottle to feed its offspring!"

The High Elves and the Night Elves were originally the same race, but the High Elves who left the continent of Kalimdor forged the Well of the Sun with the water of the Well of Eternity, but compared to the Night Elves who had the protection of the World Tree, the High Elves of the Eastern Kingdom were more petite.

And this difference in body shape, for women, is not only reflected in height and weight, but also in some of their vital organs. Since about a thousand years ago, the mothers of the High Elves have discovered that they are not equipped enough to nurse their children with milk/juice because, like Winlessa, they are too small there!

As a result, the High Elves invented a special container, the main part of which is a bottle, and the front end imitates the female **** to form a soft, protruding round end. After filling the container with lotion or other fluids, this is used as a substitute for the mother's breastfeeding.

Winlessa's face flushed, but she was powerless to refute, after all, in the vast world of Azeroth, there is only one race of High Elves, who need to feed their offspring in such a ridiculous way, and it is said that the wild dwarves will often gather together, holding wine glasses high, drinking strong barley wine, their faces are flushed, and they have a potted rosacea, shouting, "To the bottles of Quel'Thalas!"

Wen Lesa held back for a long time, and finally said: "How do you know that Arthas doesn't like smaller ones?" Wen Lesa didn't have much confidence when she said this, after all, except for her own High Elf kind, she had never heard of a male of that race who would like her own body, and it was difficult to even raise her offspring.

Wen Lesa bit her pink lip lightly, and thought to herself a little reluctantly-it doesn't matter, Sister Aurelia and Sister Sylvanas both have perfect bodies that are rare among High Elf women, and they are only young, and they will wait until a few more years...... Well, in a few decades, I will definitely grow up there! When the time comes, I will also take Arthas into my arms and smash his head with those two bigger meat/balls! Wen Lesa was delusional in her mind about the life of "turning over as a farmer/slave and singing" in her mind, and her face became cheerful, and she didn't expect that after a few decades, whether Arthas was still alive or not, he would definitely not be the person who could be held in her arms at will by women and teased/played without feeling embarrassed.

However, it is not a few years after all...... Decades later, Winlessa's delusion had not yet come true, and Frost Sorrow did not miss the opportunity to strike his opponent a second time, shaking and calling Arthas back from his contemplation, and stood up the proud double/peak on his chest as if demonstratively, glanced at Winlessa, and said triumphantly: "Master, you tell that small-breasted woman that you will never like that regretful model! If you marry this kind of woman, you will definitely starve your children in the future!"

Hungry ...... Child...... Winlessa felt like she was being hit deeply - yes, whether or not any man liked it, at least Winlessa really wasn't going to fall in love until her breasts/part became like Sister Aurelia or Sister Sylvanas - the hunger without milk she had fully experienced when she sucked/bottled herself......

Arthas was stunned for a long time before he realized what Frost Grief said about "hungry children", and saw Wen Lesa drooping the tips of her long ears, looking more sad than dead, although she felt that Wen Lessa's chest/part was indeed a little regretful, but she couldn't bear to hit her mercilessly, and said a little vaguely: "No...... It's okay, ...... later. It's going to grow up. ”

Winlesa jerked her head up and looked at Arthas gratefully--Hurrah for understanding......! It turns out that you are really a good person! When Wen Lesa herself lost confidence in the future development and development prospects of her breasts/parts, Alsace's "encouragement" was like a warm breeze in the Winter Spring Valley, which moved her very much.

Frost Sorrow was a little dissatisfied, and said with a cute little mouth, "Hmph...... This is a matter of race, how can it be so easy to get bigger?The high elf, a regretful race, even if it is rubbed a hundred times a day, is still a regretful chest!" Frost Sorrow said words in a proud tone, and strangely enough, Arthas and Winlessa understood what the little magic sword was trying to say...... Lingua franca is really a profound knowledge!

Although Wen Lesa blushed, she couldn't help but retort: "No, Sister Aurelia and Sister Sylvanas both grew up after becoming adults, I ...... I'm going to get older soon, and when the time comes, I'm going to surpass you!" Winlessa was realistic, she didn't want to have the luxury of an amazing boobs/body size like Anne Bonn, she just wanted to surpass the nasty vicious woman in front of her—just a little more!

Sylvanas ...... Frost's sorrow remembered the woman he hated second-the hated woman of the little magic sword, and the first in line was of course the hateful Gianna. Frost Grief couldn't help but guess maliciously: "Who knows if your two sisters have been secretly rubbed behind your back?"

"What...... What?" Wen Lesa's voice rose an octave and became a little shriveled, she would never allow others to attack her dearest sister with such words, "Sister Aurelia and Sister Sylvanas, not to mention married, not even the people who love each other, they don't even say a word to the other male High Elves, how can they be ...... Rubbed by someone?"