Arthas was now surrounded by a group of paladins, slowly moving forward in front of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After speeding all the way to the mouth of the Alterac Valley, the speed of the paladins slowed down, and half an hour passed, and there was no report from the search team to find the traces of the orc tribe.

Arthas still hugged Winlessa's soft waist. The High Elf Ranger was still very resistant at first, although the other party was just a child, but put his hand on his waist, and the warm, itchy feeling made Wen Lesa a little embarrassed. However, she soon acquiesced to Arthas's faux pas, for as she felt that the bones in her body were about to fall apart as she galloped along the way. It was only at this time that she missed her chocobo in Quel'Salas, Xiaohong, and when I go back this time, I will definitely not dislike you for running slowly!

Arthas saw Wen Leisa's pitiful appearance, and his heart was a little unhappy. In fact, Alsace's saddle is specially made, and even the incomparably delicate sister Kalia will not feel the slightest discomfort when riding on this saddle. The thick layer of spiritual cloth cushion on the saddle is the fabric produced by the priests after they were baptized with the holy light, which is not only soft and strong, but also has the effect of concentrating and healing. The use of this cloth for quick-acting bandages was quite good, but the production was very low, and even less so in the case of the fall of the whole south. Only the wealthy and luxurious royal family of Lordaeron would use it to make saddle pads.

The reason why Winlessa felt so uncomfortable was because Frostmourn refused to step back, and let Winlessa sit on the saddle, but had to let her sit on the edge of the saddle. In order to stabilize its form, Takahashi Saddle uses golden maple wood from the Eige Forest, which is said to have been washed by arcane torrents and is extremely hard, and will not deform for decades after drying and molding.

How could the weak body of the High Elves be able to withstand the weak body of the High Elves if she sat on such a hard material, and tossed maliciously with the sorrow of the frost? Arthas even suspected that if she took off Wen Lessa's pants now, she would definitely see that the moon buttocks and the base of her thighs tightly wrapped in the leather pants must have been ground down and swollen.

Winresa didn't know what Arthas was thinking evil at the moment, and she didn't know that this young body contained an equally young soul. Because she was so tired that she could not support her sitting position, Wen Leisa quietly leaned back in Alsace's arms to make herself more comfortable.

Arthas sensed Wen Leisa's movements, smiled, and pressed his hand slightly, signaling Wen Leisa to lean over a little more. Wen Lesa blushed, knowing that her movements were exposed, but fortunately she was no longer reserved, and the whole person leaned on Arthas's body. Unaware that Arthas had Frost Sorrow behind her back, she supported the saddle with her hands in case young Arthas couldn't bear her weight.

Arthas's attention was quickly diverted from Winlessa, and he began to consider where to place the orcs if they agreed to surrender? Alterac Valley? So where should I put it? The little prince began to ponder.

Arthas was thinking about a plan to house the orcs, but Frost Grief was a little angry when she noticed the intimacy between Winlesa and her master. After a while, Frost Sorrow even saw Arthas's index finger slowly draw circles on Wenlesa's lower abdomen, and the High Elf Ranger didn't make a sound, just bit his lip and endured it silently, his ruddy cheeks trying to lift up, so as not to lean against Arthas's chest, and that look of wanting to resist and welcome made people wonder if they could pinch out the water.

Of course, Frost Sorrow didn't pinch Wen Lesa's face, she was just a little bit of a taste - obviously the master never teased herself! When Frost Sorrow was still in the form of the magic sword, Arthas often touched her, but after she turned into a human form, the master would no longer take the initiative to make intimate gestures to her, and every "kiss" and "touch the head" was begged for by the little magic sword himself.

But now, the master was flirting with the High Elf Ranger, and Frost Sorrow couldn't bear the cruel reality, and for a moment he lost control, and the mount under his crotch also screamed, and galloped forward.

Winlessa's heart was full of torment—even though leaning on the little boy saved her a lot of effort and made her much more comfortable. But this guy actually used his fingers to draw circles in his lower abdomen! The crispy and numb feeling rose from Wen Lessa's lower abdomen, and streams of heat were transported to all parts of the body, hot, excited, shy, all kinds of feelings accumulated in his heart, so that the High Elf Ranger wanted to push this little pervert away immediately.

However, Winlesa raised her head slightly to look at Arthas, only to find that his gaze was wandering, his lips moved slightly, and his brow was furrowed, apparently thinking about something. Winlesa didn't know what important things a little kid could think about, but she couldn't bear to interrupt Arthas for a moment, so she could only suffer the torture of that index finger in silence, thinking to herself - it didn't matter, he was just unconscious......

But Winlessa tried to keep her elegantly white neck high, so as not to lay her head on the little boy's chest—Winlessa was ashamed of herself for having such an inexplicable impulse—and wouldn't that look like a couple?

Wen Lesa was still thinking nonsense, and the war horse was already galloping out. The High Elf Ranger screamed, whether it was a couple or not, and plunged headlong into Arthas's arms. Arthas was knocked out of his thoughts and found that the horse was galloping, and the sound of gnashing teeth could even be heard from the wound of Frostmourn behind him.

Arthas hadn't cleared up his mind yet, and hurriedly shouted, "Little Frost, stop!" while quietly reaching behind his back to care for the sad itch of Frost. Frostmourn was attacked by his master, giggling and trembling, and stopped driving his horse. Arthas breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly slandered that Frost's sorrow was a madgirl. Wen Lesa quickly let go of the hand holding Arthas, sat up straight again, and thought to herself with some doubts, Xiaoshuang, is this the name of this horse?

Uther came up from behind with a large group of paladins, and when he saw that Arthas was okay, he relieved himself and asked, "What's the matter, is it because the war horse is frightened?" Arthas couldn't say that Frostmourn was crazy, and said with a pun, "It's okay, it's just a little crazy!" provoked Frostsorrow to scratch his hair with his teeth and claws, but in the eyes of others, it looked like the prince's hair was blown by the mountain wind.