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"Yikes!"

Caught off guard by Arthas's sudden attack, Frost Grief let out a crisp exclamation, and then struggled desperately in Arthas's arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master, no! It's still daytime! ”

Frost Sorrow said loudly as she struggled.

"......Shhh What's there during the day, Xiaoshuang, you used to pester me to do embarrassing things during the day, have you forgotten? ”

Arthas motioned for Frost Sorrow to whisper as he led her towards his bedroom.

"But at that time, master, you were not as terrible as you are now!"

Frost Grief replied with dignity.

The intimate relationship between the little magic sword and the master went through several stages.

In the beginning, although Frost Sorrow often pestered Arthas to do embarrassing things, Arthas's body could not withstand the low temperature in Frost Sorrow's body at all, and could only become a short-lived "Mr. Six Seconds".

Later, with the help of the Red Dragon Queen, Arthas's physique improved by leaps and bounds, and at this time, Frost Sorrow was very happy, and she had to fight with her master in bed / on / mess with for a long time every day, and almost tried all the various postures she had learned.

But soon, Arthas's madness made Frost Grief unbearable, and she began to become a little afraid of having sex with Arthas, and the original "shameful thing" has now become a terrible thing that Little Magic Sword is unwilling to face.

However, at such times, Arthas can always use some sweet words to make Frost's grief reluctant, but still half-pushed.

This time was no exception, Arthas just lowered his head slightly, took the frost's sorrowful crystal earlobe, and grinded it with his teeth, the little magic sword felt that his whole body was weak, and when he refused and resisted, it turned into a sweet and greasy moan/moan when it came to his mouth.

"Don't, master...... It's so uncomfortable......"

Frost Sorrow whispered, her body writhing restlessly in Arthas's embrace, and although her skin was still cold, it seemed to ignite a fire on Arthas's surface.

"I'm very upset too, ...... Frost"

Arthas whispered softly in Frost's sad ear as he grabbed the cold little hand of the little magic sword and held it to his crotch.

There, the swelling heat swelled so hard that it was difficult for Alsace to even walk.

"Yikes!"

Frost Sorrow felt the terrible thing, and the little magic sword couldn't help but let out an exclamation at the thought of the ferocity with which it was almost piercing itself last night.

However, compared to her own body, Frost Sorrow's priority will always be her favorite master.

Knowing that Arthas would be very uncomfortable if he became like this, the little magic sword hesitated for a moment, and then made up his mind.

"Well, master...... But...... We can't ...... here."

Frost's sad face was red, and the body leaning on Arthas's arms no longer struggled, but said in a weak tone.

"That'...... We go back to the bedroom, to the bed/up? ”

Arthas noticed the change in Frost Sorrow and said playfully.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

Because Arthas's hand has been playing tricks on his body, Frost Grief has gradually taken on a strange feeling, this feeling is very familiar, it is a feeling that makes some heartless little magic swords a little difficult to speak, it is a feeling, longing to be one with the master.

As the bedroom door slammed shut behind Arthas, when he threw the limp Frost Sorrow in his arms on the bed/, and took off her light/thin pale blue dress......

"Hmmm......"

Strange to say, the servants in Lordaeron's palace seem to be really lazy today, Sylvanas didn't find a maid or acolyte, and now the corridor outside Arthas's room is empty.

But there was nothing wrong with that, at least these servants would not have heard the sometimes high-pitched, sometimes hoarse, complaining, weeping, moaning of their prince's bedroom.

Time passed little by little, and soon the bustling royal city of Lordaeron ushered in a quiet night.

The bustling bazaar gradually fell silent, and both customers and vendors returned to their homes shortly after the double moon rose.

Bands of Lordaeron royal guards walked down the wide street with their heads held high, their shadows dragging their shadows long behind them with their night lights in their hands.

The entire royal city of Lordaeron was plunged into darkness, but its city-within-a-city, the palace of Lordaeron, was still as noisy as day.

King Terenus's study was especially lively, even a dozen times more lively than during the day, because there were suddenly more than a dozen people in the room.

When Arthas entered his father's bedroom with Frost Grief, he had no time to see who was in the room before he was held tightly by a strong arm.

"Arthas, you stinky boy! I heard that you won the tournament? ”

Varian Ureon has a loud voice, and even though Arthas has long been as big as him, he still likes to call Arthas "Stinky Boy".

"Let go of me, Varian, you're less and less of a king now!"

Arthas was suddenly attacked, and he broke free from Varian Wrynn's bear hug with some annoyance, and lectured him unceremoniously, but with a friendly smile on his lips.

Varian Ureon, Arthas's childhood playmate, has been King of Stormwind for six years now.

For the past six years, under the guidance of Ser Anduin Lothar, Varian Ureon has been able to regain its pre-war power, despite being a young king.

During these six years, Arthas participated in Varian's coronation, and after that, they also met several times in Stormwind and Fort Watch, and time and distance did not dim the friendship between the two royals, but only strengthened.

"Little Arthas, I want to congratulate you! But it's no wonder that you kid is like a monster, and as a human being, you have more strength than any of us dwarves! ”

Another loud voice came out of Muradine Copperbeard from Ironforge, an envoy of the Dwarven kingdom who traveled between Ironforge and Lordaeron for many years, maintaining the greatest ethnic friendship in the world of Azeroth.

The other guests were also acquaintances of Alsace, such as Daelyn Prodmoor, lord of the kingdom of Kurtilas, King Solas Torbain from Riptide Castle, and his nephew, Prince Danas Torbain.

In addition, Archmage Antonidas from Dalaran, as well as Uther Lightbringer and Alexandros Mograine, who represented the Church at the military council, also stood up to congratulate Arthas on his glory at the tournament.

In the past six years, the various kingdoms of humanity have strengthened their communication with each other due to the lessons of the Orc Wars.

Now, in the royal palaces of each kingdom, there are magic teleportation circles that communicate with each other, and with a simple operation, the kings and dignitaries of various countries can gather together for such military meetings.

Just as everyone who hadn't seen each other for a long time was talking to each other about the recent days, the door to the study opened again, and this time, it was Aurelia Windranger from Quel'Thalas, who now settled in the kingdom of Lordaeron.

"Lady Aurelia, you're here. I'm really sorry to disturb your rest at such a late hour, but everyone has arrived, and they still need to hear the information you brought. ”

When Arthas saw Aurelia coming in, he hurriedly greeted him and said apologetically.

"It's all right, Arthas, during the day, as soon as we parted, I went to rest, and I woke up when His Majesty's guard of King Terenus informed me."

Aurelia smiled and replied.

Judging from the expression of the High Elf, she is not lying, compared to the daytime, her spirit is much more energetic at this time, and even her skin looks a lot shiny?