Looking at the cheerful girl like a fairy in the snow, Arthas was a little stupid, until Frost Sorrow found his master's cute expression, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, and then brought Arthas back to his senses. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info saw Arthas wiping his mouth in embarrassment, Frost Grief laughed, picked up Arthas, and smeared his face and lips with his own fragrant, cold saliva.

Arthas protested angrily, but Frostmourn didn't care, and humiliated his master for a few moments before putting him back on the ground. Arthas was already out of his rage, and decided to give this girl who was neither big nor small a little bit of power. But after thinking about it for a while, Arthas realized that he had no way to deal with the humanoid weapon.

I can't beat her, I scold her, she doesn't care, I ignore her, and I am a little reluctant. After weighing it up repeatedly, Arthas was discouraged to find that he seemed to have to suffer this guy's torture in silence.

Although Frost Sorrow often plays pranks on her master when she gets along with Arthas, she is still very measured—except for the one that transforms an important part of Arthas...... Because after all, she and Arthas have a soul connection, and she can roughly feel the change in her master's mood.

This was the case now, although Arthas's face had a vicious expression, but Frost Sorrow knew that he was not angry, and he was running on the snow with bare feet and bare feet. Arthas followed and suddenly asked, "Xiaoshuang, don't you have to wear shoes?"

Frost Sorrow turned around, put her hands behind her back, and said with a smile as she walked backwards: "No, it's much warmer here than Northrend, and the snow on the ground is not as cold as my body!"

Arthas hesitated for a moment, but said, "But, even if it's not cold, you can get your feet dirty, right?" Frost Sorrow stopped, tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "Well, that's right, or I'll float in the future?"

Seeing Frost Sorrow flying in the air, Arthas said with some confusion: "Little Frost, haven't you become a physical entity, why can you still fly in the air like a soul......?" Maybe the last time I crossed the flow of time, the power of the soul was overconsumed! Master, I found it so uncomfortable to float in the air! You are so much shorter than me, and you can't even reach my feet in the sky!"

Arthas said amusedly, "Isn't that your own fault?" Frost Sorrow thought for a moment, and said with some joy, "Well, there you have it, I can conjure up a pair of shoes!" As he spoke, a blue-white light flashed on his feet, and the snow on the ground around him seemed to be pulled by some force, and gathered towards Frost Sorrow's feet in a swirl.

By the time the snow fell, Frost Sorrow's white feet had been wrapped in a pair of delicate little white boots. There is no ornamentation on the boots, just a few small sparkling balls on the left and right sides of the boot that wrap around the calves. Frostmourn tiptoed on tiptoe and stepped on the ground, the balls bouncing in the air with her movements, bumping against each other with a crisp sound.

I don't know what the rope holds the ball is, but it looks like it's made of ice. Arthas was a little worried that the shoes made of ice and snow would turn into a puddle of water in a warmer place, but after thinking about it, he was relieved - although Frost Sorrow is a master of playing with souls, it can also be known from the name of the magic sword that this guy also has a strong affinity for ice and snow, and after turning into a human form, this affinity becomes the ability to control.

Frost Sorrow has her own shoes, and of course she has to show off like her master. Just as she was running around in front of Arthas like a treasure, and stomping her feet, there was a loud rumbling noise under a mountain peak not far away. Arthas and Frostmourn both looked at the place where the sound came from, and the same question came to their minds—just two stomps of their feet, could they have stamped an avalanche?

Although the Alterac Mountains stretch across the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills, the peaks here are not very high, most of them are small hills, and although there is snow all year round, it is not very easy to form avalanches. So Arthas and Frostmourn didn't see anything spectacular, but at the foot of the mountain, for some reason, a black hole was revealed.

"Huh, there's something in there?" Frost Sorrow murmured. Arthas frowned—what could be sensed by Frost Grief was a sapient being, of course, but what could hide in an ice cave in a snowy mountain? Could it be the remnants of the Syndicate, Aiden's killer?

Arthas wasn't very worried about what the things in the cave would pose to him, after all, there was Frost Sorrow by his side, although this little magic sword looked like a beautiful girl now, but the strength was indeed amazingly terrifying, and her subordinates were defeated, and there were many people who were strong.

Not to mention his teacher Uther Lightbringer, little Sarufar from a famous fighting family of the Thunder King clan, and the prince and archmage of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas, Kael'thas Sunstrider, before he became the real Lich King, he met his opponent under the Frozen Throne, Illidan, whose strength had almost reached the realm of "god".

As early as 10,000 years ago, Illidan was already a powerful mage. After dedicating his soul to the commander of the Burning Legion and the fallen Titan Sargeras, he has the ability to transform into a demon. Known as the Demon Hunter, he can even compete with the second commander of the Burning Legion, the "Tainor" Akmund, in his demonic form.

It was such a man who, after 10,000 years of practicing spells and demonic powers, was defeated at the hands of Frostmourn in Northrend, despite possessing both the Blade of Aeginos and the Skull of Gul'dan. Although Arthas experienced that battle himself, he was just a slightly stronger death knight, facing the long-established Illidan, he had almost no power to resist at first, but Frostmourn easily absorbed the soul fragments that Illidan had prepared for this battle, and then used the evil soul fire to corrode Illidan's body, so that he never returned to his strongest state in the days that followed.