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"Dragon Form...... The Light is above......"

Varian Ureon's eyes widened and he exclaimed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young king of Stormwind was no longer the young prince he had been, and shortly after his coronation, Varian Ureon got his wish and married Althea Eberlock, the daughter of El Ro Eberlock, under the arrangement of Anduin Lothar and Elo Eberlock.

Although Alsace was unable to attend the wedding, he sent blessings and gifts from thousands of miles away.

Although it was a highly political marriage, Varian Ureon had long been in love with her young, beautiful, brave and generous wife.

Varian Ureon loved her queen with all her heart, but what she had just heard made Varian Urion unable to believe her ears.

As Arthas's best playmate, Varian Ureon has long known his relationship with Frostmourn; He had expected Alsace to marry the "Frost Lady" soon, but he didn't expect it......

Arthas actually has a leg with the Red Dragon Queen? With the Holy Light above, the loyalty of the husband and wife is put aside for the first time...... That's a dragon!

"Ahem, I'm sorry, Arthas...... It's me who lost my words, it's okay, forget what I just said......"

Prince Danas saw Arthas's flushed face and hurriedly comforted him.

However, for the prince's low-muttering words such as "dragons or something, today's young people really can't be underestimated!" "Even the Red Dragon Queen...... Arthas is really fighting for humanity! "In that case, Alsace can't be completely inaudible!

"I ...... I'll leave first, you eat slowly......"

Arthas blushed, ashamed and angry, but didn't know how to explain it, so he could only pull up Frost Sorrow, which was snuggled up beside him, and then ran out of the tent in a panic, leaving all the whispers behind.

Several of the royal guards of Lordaeron who were guarding at the gate of the tent saw His Royal Highness the Prince running out like this, and they all looked strange and followed.

"I'm fine, you guys...... It's here, I want to be quiet first......"

Arthas turned around and said this to the royal guards of Lordaeron, and walked with Frost Grief to the field outside the camp.

The open space outside Stratholme was not small, but with the arrival of more and more Allied troops, it was now completely occupied by the barracks.

The Royal Guard of Lordaeron is stationed in the center of the clearing, the Dwarven warriors and the Riptide Militia are stationed on either side, the Knights of the Silver Hand are stationed in the northern suburbs, and the newly arrived Stormwind army fills the remaining gaps.

Varian Ureon and his men had only arrived for a short time, and they were still busy setting up their camp.

Walking between several barracks with Frost Sorrow, Arthas's face gradually returned to calm, but he was still a little dissatisfied with the Red Dragon Queen who was talking nonsense.

"This damn fellow...... Go back and starve her for a few days, and see if she dares to talk nonsense! ”

Arthas muttered to himself in a huff.

"Strange, master, why are you so angry?"

Frost Sorrow took Arthas's hand with a cheerful smile on her face and a hint of doubt.

For Little Magic Sword, there was no one else but her and her master, just like they had spent years at Icecrown Fortress in Northrend.

What's more, for the current Frost Sorrow, he still likes to stay with his master in a slightly more crowded place.

Although Frost Grief never takes the others around him seriously, at least ...... They can guarantee that Arthas will not become furious and throw the little magic sword on the bed and torture him severely.

For the bravery of the master when galloping on himself, the sorrow of the frost is both love and fear.

"This ...... Don't you know? ”

Arthas looked helplessly at Frost's sad and lovely face - Frost was really different from herself, she had no idea what had just happened?

"You know, the master is worried that the words of the big stupid dragon will be misunderstood by others before he gets angry, right? But what does it matter if it is misunderstood? Xiaoshuang doesn't care, and the owner shouldn't care! ”

Frost Sorrow asked, looking at Arthas suspiciously.

In the concept of the little magic sword, according to the script just now...... It's supposed to be you who is angry, right? If you are not angry, why is the owner so angry?

"Forget it, you don't understand ...... after I told you"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and rubbed Frost's sad head, and said helplessly.

"Oh......"

Frost Sorrow nodded, although she was still puzzled in her heart, but since Arthas said this, the little magic sword would no longer pester him to ask this and that.

"Anyway, let's hope everything goes well......"

Arthas tried to make himself forget everything he had just done, and then said to himself.

Although Arthas has led several times in the original time stream, most of them have been to send bandits and scattered orc rebels.

The only time Alsace actually led the army was a battle with an army of the undead led by Kel'thugad.

On that occasion, Arthas was victorious, but in the end, he fell into the mire of the Lich King Neozu's machinations and went down the path of self-destruction.

This time, Arthas is once again leading alone, not only to prove to his father and everyone that he is not only a great warrior, but also a great commander, but also to surpass himself in the original stream of time.

"There must be no problem, master, you have to be a little confident, because you are the master of Xiaoshuang!"

Frost Sorrow put her arm around Arthas and smiled sweetly, encouraging her master.

"yes, I can't let Xiaoshuang regret her choice......"

Arthas looked at Frost Sorrow, a smile on his lips.

Expelled the gloom in his heart, Arthas suddenly turned his attention elsewhere.

The area around Stratholm is mostly hilly, a buffer between the primeval forests of the Wraith Lands and the mountains of Hinterland.

Large areas of low woods cover the area around Stratholm because of the abundant sunshine and the right amount of rain.

In the sunlight, Arthas could clearly see the delicate body that emerged from the hollow beauty of the thin blue skirt of Frost's sorrow.

"Huh? Master? What are you looking at? ”

Frostmourn noticed Arthas's distraction, and she happily ran up to Arthas, reaching out and shaking it in front of his eyes, trying to attract her master's attention.

However, Frostmourn's actions at this time were completely multiple moves, and even if she didn't, Arthas's attention would be all on her.

"Little Frost...... We haven't ...... in a long time."

Arthas quietly reached out and grabbed Frost Sorrow's waist.

"Huh? What the? Yes! No...... No......"

Frost Grief began to guess the meaning of Arthas's words with curiosity, but the clever little magic sword quickly understood his master's imminent heart, and then repeatedly exclaimed in surprise and refused.

"But ......"

Arthas looked at Frost Sorrow's delicate face, his hand flicking slightly around Frost Sorrow's waist, feeling the delicate touch that people never wanted to let go again.

"I didn't ...... Nothing but! ”

Frostmourn broke free from Arthas's embrace, and then panicked to escape.

If it had been before, Alsace would have had nothing to do with the sorrow of frost; But after being transformed by the Red Dragon Queen's Red Dragon Essence......

After a few steps forward, Arthas once again caught Frostmourn as he tried to escape.

Not only magical spells, but also the power of Frost Sorrow's body; However, in the face of her favorite master, the little magic sword had no way to resist with all her might.

"The host...... Not now...... The owner's?