Frost's sorrow, who had been taught a hard lesson by his master, finally didn't dare to show off his little knowledge that he had learned from his soul memory, and honestly hugged Arthas, carefully telling stories in his ear, with a flattering smile on his face, for fear that his master would be angry and not want himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Arthas couldn't do anything about her, he couldn't beat her, he couldn't scold, and seeing Frost Sorrow's pitiful appearance of worrying about turning into a stray puppy, Arthas's heart became soft, and he reached out and touched the top of Frost Sorrow's head. Frost Sorrow narrowed her eyes comfortably, and her mouth made a "purr" sound, not knowing what animal she was imitating.

From the royal city of Lordaeron to the town of Southsea, it is necessary to cross the entire Hillsbrad Hills, but fortunately, the horses of the royal family of Lordaeron are strong enough and the carriage is light enough, so the Alsace party will probably arrive in Southsea Town before nightfall. In the carriage, Wen Leisa's whole person had been broken in her own delusions, and the flush on her face had not subsided, making Arthas a little worried about whether the High Elf Ranger would burn his head.

As Frost Grief spoke, he suddenly felt Arthas's head tilt in his arms, leaned on his breast, and fell into a deep sleep. The little magic sword quickly stopped talking and sat motionless on the soft couch, for fear of waking Arthas up. His dark eyes stared at Arthas without blinking, and his eyes were full of soft love.

Suddenly, Frost Sorrow keenly raised her head and looked to the west. Although the view is blocked by the wall panels of the carriage, Frost's sad gaze seems to be as deep as being able to travel a long distance. After a long time, Frost Grief retracted his gaze, looked at Arthas who was sleeping in his arms, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and muttered: "It's better to accompany the master first, that thing...... I'll get it back another day. ”

In the library of Violet Castle in the magical city of Dalaran, an old human man in a blue-purple mage robe is standing on a ladder, rummaging through books on the high shelves. Suddenly, in the old mage's vision, a magic book that he had never seen before.

The aqua blue cover, with golden metal flakes at the corners, looks like a slightly thicker magic book at first glance. However, the old mage clearly knew the difference between this book, as he could not sense any arcane energy from it. Most of the magic books in Dalaran's library were compiled by human mages when they founded Dalaran City after breaking away from Riptide Castle.

Of course, some of them were brought over by mages of other races. But in any case, the books written by the mages, or the books that were read by the mages, will be more or less tainted with a little arcane energy. The old mage tried to unleash a "probe" on the blue-skinned magic book, but was surprised to find that the arcane energy could not get close to the book, and was quickly absorbed, as if trapped in the void.

The old mage was a little surprised, and gently picked up the book, intending to open it to see what it contained. However, after opening the cover, the old mage was a little disappointed, because there was a large blank space in this book. The old mage was about to close the book, but suddenly he felt dizzy and fell down the ladder.

"Flotation. "The old mage cast the spell unhurriedly - it would be a shame for a mage to fall from a great height and throw himself to the ground. But...... With a thud, the old mage fell to the ground in disgrace, still clutching the blue-skinned book in his hand.

"Damn it. The old mage cursed under his breath, and got up from the ground, looking at the height of the ladder with some confusion—almost as tall as a two-story building. Under such circumstances, why didn't he fall to his death? At least, he should have broken his arm? The old mage suddenly felt some liquid flowing down his forehead and through his eyes, and subconsciously wiped it with the hand holding the blue-skinned book, and the back of his hand was indeed a large patch of red.

"That's not right. The old mage muttered, still feeling that his injuries were too light. However, when the old mage carefully recalled the process of the fall just now, he finally found the reason - it was not that the levitation technique did not work, but that it had been weakened a lot.

"Oooh......" The old mage stared at the book in his hand and nodded subconsciously - it was you! The old mage nodded, and decided to take the book back and study it.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps at the door, and soon came to the bookshelf where the old mage was, a young magic apprentice. The old mage saw the young man and asked with some surprise, "Arugao, what are you doing here?"

The young magic apprentice known as Arugao bowed slightly and said, "Your-sensei, I'm sorry to disturb you. However, Archmage Antonidas has just sent a magical message to your lab saying that he can't contact you anyway. Tell me to inform you to go to the council chamber of Violet Castle if I see you. ”

The old mage Ull was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was probably because of this strange book that Antonidas's magic communication could not be located, and his arcane abilities were severely weakened. Your nodded and said to Arugao, "I know, Arugao, you go back, I'll go to the council chamber." With that, your strode out of the library.

"But, Mr. your. Arugao shouted a little anxiously, "Your forehead ......" Your waved his hand and said without looking back, "It's okay, it doesn't matter. With that, he left the library quickly. Arugao looked worriedly at the back of your leaving, shook his head, and left the library of Violet Castle as well.

Walking through the intricate and colorful magic corridor, your made his way to the door of the council chamber and met a colleague who had wrapped himself tightly in a black robe. "Kel'thugad, you're late, too!" said your, laughing heartily. A hoarse and fluttering voice came from under the black robe: "Ahem...... Your head ......"

"It's okay, it's okay. Your waved his hand, not caring if Kel'thugad, whose face was covered, could be seen. As soon as your was about to enter the council chamber, he was stopped by Kel'thugad: "Ahem...... Your, that thing you have in your hands...... I felt an aura of darkness...... Where did you find that?"

With a smile, your handed the book to Kel'thugad and said, "I just accidentally found it in the library...... I thought it was a little strange that this thing could devour arcane energy, so I took it and took a look, but it was actually just a blank book, and I hadn't had time to study its strange abilities, where did it come from. ”

Under Kel'thugad's black robe, a withered brownish arm stretched out, and five fingers covered with black and yellow spots grabbed the blue-skinned book, and suddenly said, "Ahem...... Where is this blank, there is a name!" your face changed, and he leaned over to take a look—and sure enough, on the cover of the blue book, there were five more blood-red characters at some point—"Bruchard."

[Explain...... It seems that the language of Azeroth is supposed to be written in letters...... But,For everyone's comfort.,Let's think it's a Chinese version ......]]