Whenever Frostmourn acts like this, there is always something that goes against Arthas's wishes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoActually, Arthas didn't want to hurt the cavemen. It's not that it's because of any kind of mentality, it's just that Arthas is not a savage orc, and he doesn't slaughter intelligent creatures like humans just because of his own petty wishes - except, of course, if they are attacked by cavemen.

But Frostmourn doesn't know what mercy is, in fact, she naturally has a way to make the cavemen unable to move, and then take the dragon egg - in the original time stream, after Arthas committed suicide, Frost Sorrow used the cold winds of the bitter winter to seal the ashes of the High Lord Tirio Ferdin, Muradine Copperbeard and other Ash Inquisitors who came to fight against Arthas in the ice sculpture.

But now, Frost Sorrow had other plans, and although it did not manifest itself, the little magic sword passed through the tropal team like an endless whirlpool, and in the invisible perspective of mortals, bundles of soul energy were pulled out of the troglodytes by Frost Sorrow.

In Winlessa's eyes, Frost Sorrow walked past the savage monsters like the fabled gods, her countenance and demeanor as dazzling as the fairies of the legend, and the savage monstrities, as if they had suddenly lost their souls, and as they were, fell to the ground one by one.

Winlessa even saw that several troglodytes had fallen directly onto the heavy weapons that the orcs had discarded on the ground—the spiky mace made intimate and deep contact with the troglodytes' bodies, but the troglodytes did not even let out muffled grunts or cries of pain.

Soon, nearly 100 ** dwellers were drained of their souls by the sorrow of frost and fell to the fire. Frost Sorrow walked to the fire, crouched down, and her white-skinned little hands reached into the raging flames amid Wen Leisa's involuntary exclamation.

"Hey~huh!" With a soft snort, Frost Sorrow pulled the dragon egg out of the fire with some difficulty, and the white eggshell didn't seem to be damaged by the flames. In the faint yellow light of the fire, Frost Sorrow struggled to pick up the dragon egg, turned and walked back in the direction of Arthas - not that this dragon egg was too heavy for Frost Sorrow, but the chest of the little magic sword was already full of peaks, and with a dragon egg the size of a human head, it looked a little crowded.

"Master, here you go!" Frost Sorrow happily returned to Arthas, and although he said this, Frost Sorrow still hugged the dragon egg tightly - with Arthas's young body now, it was impossible to hold this dragon egg and continue the rest of the journey, so Frost Sorrow decided to hold the dragon egg for his master first.

Xiaoshuang has worked so hard, the master will definitely reward Xiaoshuang, right?-Frost's sorrow thought happily--but there was a fly in the ointment, if only Xiaoshuang's forehead could be stained with a few drops of sweat--it is said that the pitiful appearance of women can arouse male desire/hope more--Frost's sorrow recalls the soul memories she sorted out about love, and she is a little regretful.

Alsace was a little depressed - this little frost began to ...... again However, Arthas also knew that it was impossible for Frostmourn to understand what mercy was, and even if Frostmourn did not slaughter humans and suck souls at will, it was only because he was afraid that it would make Arthas angry, not because of any kindness.

He also knew that he couldn't reason with Frost Sorrow, and if he wanted to stop her from doing something like this, it would be more efficient to threaten to abandon her. However, Arthas naturally does not frighten the sorrow of Frost for such a "trivial matter" - after all, cavemen are not good goods, and if they die, they should die, and they should be angry with the dwarves.

Looking at the pitiful appearance that Frostmourn deliberately pretended, Arthas smiled helplessly and said, "Mograine, you come and take this dragon egg with you!" Hearing Arthas's command, Mograine inserted the long sword in his hand back into the scabbard at his waist and took the dragon egg from Frostmourn's hand.

The paladin stared at the white shell and couldn't imagine that such a giant beast as Crassus and Taranny Staz could come out of such a small egg, of course, it was the largest egg Mograine had ever seen, but the smallest young dragon was more than three meters long!

"Master, why did you get this dragon egg? Do you want to roast it and eat it?" handing the dragon egg to Mograini, Frost Sorrow stretched his waist, and saw Arthas's eyes casually glance at his chest, and the little magic sword asked his master happily.

Arthas tried to withdraw his eyes from the two balls, pretending not to see the strange and resentful eyes of Wen Leiza, and said solemnly, "In this dragon egg...... Isn't it supposed to be the child of the Red Dragon Queen? Dragons are not chickens and ducks...... It's so cruel to be eaten like this. ”

It wasn't Arthas's excuse, he did think it was too much to let this dragon egg be eaten by these savage primitive cavemen, the main reason was that he suddenly remembered the stupid little red dragon Valastaz, the little red dragon that had confided in Arthas about the confusion and pain in his heart.

In this dragon egg...... If they can hatch a baby dragon, they must be the brothers and sisters of Valastaz, right?- Arthas looked at the dragon egg in Mograine's arms, and felt a little emotionally in his heart- if Valastaz, who would be sad to see even the fish-men he didn't want to do it, would be even more heartbroken to know that his brothers and sisters were eaten alive, right?

It's not that a few short lines of conversation between Alsace and Valastaz forged a deep friendship. It's just that Alsace suddenly has a little more compassion...... Oh no, it's just a dragon. The troglodytes, who had been unceremoniously slaughtered by Frostmourn, had been delaying the group long enough, and at Arthas's urging, several people continued down the streets towards the depths of the city of Grimbaatar.

As Arthas marched forward with his dragon egg booty, a High Elf named "Taran" reappeared in front of the red dragon in the huge house in the depths of the city of Grimbaatar. The red dragon was still roaring in the pain of laying eggs, and when it saw Taran appear, it roared hatefully, "Taran ...... What about my child? You let the caveman steal my eggs? You ......."