As for Mograini...... Arthas knew that although he must not have slept comfortably in that driver's seat, it was impossible for the paladin to come to the carriage, so Arthas did not open his mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But Winlesa could sleep in the carriage, Arthas thought as he lifted a food basket, opened the door of the carriage, jumped down, wrapped a few pieces of bread and baked ribs in a napkin, and placed them on the edge of Mograine's driver's seat, probably because he had eaten late for lunch and was in a hurry to rest. Arthas knew that even if he was hungry in the middle of the night, he would not enter the carriage to get food, so Arthas decided to prepare the paladin in advance.

Carrying only the usual food basket, Arthas left the carriage and went to find Winlesa, who had not yet eaten. Winlessa was sitting on the ground with her back to the carriage, her legs bent, her knees hugged, and her head looking up at the blue moon that had just risen.

"Grace, you can eat something!" Arthas turned to Grace and placed the food basket beside Grace. "Ah......" Wenlesa seemed to be startled by the sudden appearance of Arthas, and said with some embarrassment, "No...... No, I've just finished eating...... "Winlessa felt a little shy - is this little / lust / ghost feeding herself like a pig?

Arthas smiled, pretending not to see Winlessa swallowing her saliva, and sat beside Winlessa very gracefully, supporting her body with her hands behind her back, and also looked up at the night sky, and did not speak for a long time. Wen Lesa quietly took out a piece of roast meat from the food basket, and regardless of whether her hands were clean or not, she took a small bite and took a small bite, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became quiet in the blue and white moonlight.

"Winlessa, are you homesick?" Arthas asked suddenly. Wen Lesa hurriedly swallowed the little piece of meat left in her hand into her mouth, chewed it hurriedly, and wiped her hand on her leather pants without caring for the image, and then replied, "I don't want to." There is no one in my family anymore, Sister Sylvanas went to Silvermoon City, Sister Aurelia is in King Lordaeron City, I used to live in the Ranger School, that home is empty, what is there to think about. ”

"Well, what about your parents, don't you have any other relatives?" asked Arthas, curiously—although he didn't know much about the High Elves' social system, he at least knew that there would be many, many living relatives among the inhabitants of Quel'Thalas, due to their long lifespan.

"My parents...... There is also a little brother, both of whom were killed by orcs not long ago. Wen Lessa's face darkened a little, and she replied in a low voice. "Ah...... I'm sorry. Arthas wanted to say something to comfort the High Elf girl, but found that his words were so weak that he could only apologize.

"It's okay, Arthas. Despite being reminded of the nostalgia for her loved ones, Winlesa smiled reluctantly, and in turn comforted Arthas. After a moment of silence, Arthas suddenly asked, "Winlesa, if your parents can be resurrected...... Can you accept them?"

Winlessa was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said, "How is this possible......" Arthas interrupted Winlessa and insisted, "If, I mean if." Wen Lesa looked at Arthas's face with some concern, and felt that it was not the little / lust / ghost she knew in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Arthas, I don't understand...... What do you mean by resurrection? Is it to turn back time? My parents are at home intact and waiting for me to come home for dinner, then of course I do!" Wenlesa decided to follow Arthas's words.

"No...... Not intact. They're still dead, it's just ...... It's just that they come back to you. Arthas repeated his own meaningless words. Wen Lessa's eyes could not hide the look of worry, and after hesitating for a moment, she still said what she really thought in her heart: "Arthas, what are you talking about...... Necromancy?"

Although she doesn't have the talent to become a mage, arcane arts have penetrated every corner of the High Elves' lives, and Winlessa is no stranger to these spells, spells that can bring the dead back to life...... Then there's only necromancy. Arthas nodded and said, "That's right, it's necromancy."

Wen Lesa snorted - although she guessed, she didn't expect that this little human boy really knew such a thing. Winlessa became even more worried—in the limited records available, none of the mages who studied necromancy, whether human or High Elves, escaped the fate of going mad or being sanctioned by other mages. This little boy ...... How could a prince on a high level care about these things?

Arthas was actually stimulated by Thrall's death, which made him think about something much later. Frost Sorrow must be immortal, Arthas can be sure of this, but what about himself? The life span of a human being, only sixty or seventy years, after that, what will happen to him?

In the original flow of time, Arthas became a death knight, so naturally he didn't have to think about lifespan, but now, he has made up his mind to stay away from that identity, then, in a few decades, he will leave Frost Grief forever? This is unacceptable to Arthas, and at the same time, he also knows that Frost Grief is even more unacceptable to this, his only fate is to be turned into a death knight by Frost Sorrow, and always be by her side. On this issue, even if Arthas tried to dissuade him, Frostmourn would never back down.

At the same time, what frightens and worries Alsace is that the longevity of human beings is really ...... It's too short, and the human body is too fragile. Thrall, who would have been the orc chieftain, died in a fortress next to a small sentry post after only a few stabs, and faced the fate of being abused by the orc-hating humans.

And what about himself? Alsace was not worried that he would die in the wilderness like Thrall, but what about his father, what about his teacher, what about his sister, and Gianna? Even if he didn't die, decades later, or even closer, when his father was dying, would he lose him again?

If he were still the hot-blooded human prince, Arthas would not be able to do anything but grieve. But now, he has the means to bring the dead back to life. Arthas wondered if he would be able to resist the thought of resurrecting his father if he left him.