A small cloth bag sewn with gold thread and silk took out some green and crystalline powder from it, and gently sprinkled it in front of him.

The powder did not fall to the ground, but slowly drifted into the air in front of Caldara, and then, on the basis of which a concise and clear picture was built, the image of the giant bear incarnated by Zujin and the Frost Sorrow at war.

When the frost sorrow of the white pupils kicked Zujin off the clouds, there was silence in the temple.

These Zandala prophets understood witchcraft and the world as well as Kardala, and they knew what Kardala saw from these sights.

Infused with the power of the four gods, it was obvious that only a god of the same level could defeat him, but this girl in blue clothes and white pupils did not simply defeat Zujin, but ...... Killing.

Coupled with the high-minded language that came out of the girl's mouth, there were few trolls who didn't believe Caldara's reasoning.

"Maybe it's really her...... But...... What the hell is going on? Why is she in the human camp?"

Zur seemed to be talking to himself.

Caldara was silent, he knew that Zur would have his own judgment on the matter, and he didn't need to interject himself, and the only thing he was puzzled about was exactly the same as Zur's question.

- If her judgment is correct, that oppressive force really belongs to Elune, then why did she fall on the human girl in the blue dress?

Aside from Elune's power...... Where did the divine power of that human girl come from?

……

"Woo woo woo ......"

Frostgrief didn't know that the trolls thousands of miles away were so interested in her identity, and even if she did, she wouldn't have the energy to bother.

Because now the little magic sword is lying on his master's bed like a puppy, whimpering to withstand the increasingly violent impact coming from behind him.

"Xiaoshuang, if you endure it any longer, I'll be ...... soon"

Arthas said as he gasped, but the swing of his body didn't slow down in the slightest.

"The host...... Xiaoshuang is gone...... Woo woo woo, let's just change to the third step......"

Frost Sorrow whimpered and pleaded.

"Step three? you mean ......?"

Arthas's movements slowed slightly, and his gaze couldn't help but glance at Frostmourn's pouting hips.

There, above Arthas's fiery bracket, a pink, slightly wrinkled "Wild Chrysanthemum" snapped together like a fish's mouth—here, it was really the "surprise" mentioned by Frost Sorrow, and the final step of the Little Magic Sword's "Three Holes Battle".

"No, no, it's better to keep it the way it is......"

Arthas shook his head repeatedly, speeding up the amplitude of his impact.

The sound of flesh/body crashing and the sorrowful "babbling/babbling" moans of frost echoed in Alsace's bedroom.

His Royal Highness the Young Prince had to wrap his hands around the slender waist of the little magic sword, lest the frost sorrow, which was already paralyzed like a cloud of mud, slip from his fiery spittle.

Little Magic Sword's voice was already a little hoarse, and she didn't know how long it had been since her "Three Caves Battle" had passed, but she felt that this battle plan seemed to have failed.

Contrary to his own inexplicable memory, the owner seemed to have no interest in the third hole in his body, and although he moved back to a city with his lips and tongue at first, he was tormented by his master even more because of the fact that it was always extraordinarily persistent before the second launch.

Just when Frost Sorrow felt like she was about to faint, Arthas finally let her go, feeling the scorching heat penetrate deep into his body, and the little magic sword slowly slipped onto the bed, starry eyes half-closed, gasping violently.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas lies beside Frost Sorrow, calling her name apologetically, and feels guilty whenever he sees Frost Sorrow's ungrateful appearance, but in other words, every time he sees Frost Sorrow's flawless carcass and playfully teasing himself, Arthas also leaves this guilt behind.

At the end of the day, Alsace was just a man.

"Woo, master...... Xiaoshuang's battle plan failed......"

Frostmourn's body arched lazily over the sheets, and then said to Arthas in frustration.

"I didn't ...... No, we'll ...... another day Try again another day......"

Arthas glanced at Frost Sorrow's full/full/upturned buttocks/and gently held her in his arms.

Although Arthas had no previous experience, under the repeated sales pitch of Frost Sorrow, Arthas also began to have some interest in the "third hole" mentioned by the Little Magic Sword.

The same hole, these two are close together...... What's the difference?

- Arthas thought wistfully as he caressed Frost's delicate, smooth skin.

……

When Arthas arrives at his sister Kalia Minehir's room for dinner with Frost Sorrow - yes, you read that right, the two guys have been fooling around in the room for a day, the ladies all notice that Frost Sorrow is wrong.

"Arthas, what's wrong with Frost Lady?

Wenlesa asked, sitting beside Kalia and looking at Frost Sorrow with concern.

Frost's sorrow, which had always been high-spirited, was a little depressed at this time, not that she was sloppy in appearance, but that the feeling of exhaustion and sleepiness was overflowing.

"Xiaoshuang she...... It's okay, ahem, it's okay......"

Arthas embarrassedly disguised - what could be the matter with Frost's sorrow......?

"Shhhhh

Sylvanas Windranger skillfully sliced the sausages on his plate with a knife and tossed them into Winlessa's plate, then said sternly to his sister.

"Oh......"

Winlessa replied sullenly - she knew that her sister Sylvanas didn't like Frost very much, maybe she was angry because she cared about Frost?

Sylvanas didn't know that her sister had misunderstood her, but even if she did, she didn't know how to explain such a thing to Wenlesa.

Although Sylvanas and Aurelia have not had any experience of falling in love, they are both elves who have lived for thousands of years after all, and they also know a little about the affairs of men and women.

Especially when Stratholme was in Stratholme, knowing that Arthas and Frostmourn would run to the town's inn during the rest of the army, Sylvanas was even more wary of Arthas, and she didn't even want her sister to say a word to the human/ghost prince.

"Arthas, you're here!"

Kalia stood up and enthusiastically pulled Arthas to her side and sat down—of course, the princess of Lordaeron ignoring Frost's sorrow.

Of course, the little magic sword does not treat herself as an outsider, she sits at the table close to her master, although she does not need to eat, but every time she holds her master's arm tightly and leans against him, Frost Sorrow will feel safe.

"Everyone's in a hurry, right?"

Arthas smiled as he wrapped around the napkin Taresa handed him, smiling at the table.

It's not so much the "many" as the "ladies".

Gianna, Queen of the Red Dragon, Three Windranger Sisters, Kalia...... They had long been friends in the palace of Lordaeron, and they loved to gather together for both meals and refreshments, and Calia's brother Arthas was the only man among them.

"Of course, who knows what you're grinding around in Arthas...... You don't know, something big happened this afternoon!"

Kalia said mysteriously to Arthas.

"What's the big deal?"

Arthas smiled - he