"No ......," Winlessa's soft voice sounded behind Arthas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh, okay. There was nothing Alsace could do, although the hands that were tightly clasped with Winlesa were now gradually becoming a little sweaty and uncomfortable, but out of respect for a lady, Arthas could only endure it - Arthas, who had an older sister at home, knew that ladies, especially young ladies, would always spend a lot of time taking care of their bodies, such as applying makeup and bathing, perhaps...... Do you have to go to the toilet a little more?

There was silence, except for the occasional whisper of Alsace with a special meaning, as if to announce the time to Winlessa.

"Ahem. "When Arthas coughed lightly for the sixth time, oh no, by this time, it was already obvious that he was coughing heavily! Arthas couldn't bear it anymore, and he had already decided that if Winlesa delayed any longer, and could not give himself a reasonable explanation, he would decisively leave Winlesa here alone, and go back to the base of the Red Dragon Queen's wings to sleep!—Although the Paladins would always give generous assistance to the lady, as the future king of Lordaeron, he would never allow to be teased like this!

"I ...... I...... I can't pee!" Winlessa's trembling voice was filled with a cry, and in a place that Arthas couldn't see behind Arthas, the High Elves maintained that shameful half/naked position, squatting on the back of the Red Dragon Queen, and some cold wind swept through Winlessa's bare buttocks/skin, making her body shiver from time to time.

In fact, Wenlesa was even more anxious than Alsace - her current posture was too embarrassing!

As the first High Elf who is likely to be the first to climb on the back of the Red Dragon Queen and enjoy the honor of flying with Her Excellency the Queen, if others know that she has completed this journey in such a posture, will she still have the face to face her two sisters and Her Excellency the Queen?

Not long ago, the urge of urine rolled in like a torrent made Wen Lesa ashamed and disgusted, but at this time, Wen Lesa wanted to make that feeling more violent--because now, although every inch of muscle in the lower abdomen to the hips/hips, and even the thighs/grooves had exhausted her strength, a certain "gate" in the lower body was still as immovable as a mountain-even a drop, Wen Lesa could not squeeze out of the gate!

"How could it be ......," Arthas felt incredulous - not long ago, Winlesa was crying and saying something like "it's going to leak out", rolling her eyes, her legs twitching, as if in a second of the night, between her pale yellow leather pants, an unknown liquid would be ...... That's not right, it should be a big piece of some kind of liquid that I know but can't say!--In order to avoid this kind of tragedy, I used the holy magic "Holy Intervention" that should have been developed by the Knights of the Silver Hand who had matured a few years later, and temporarily relieved Wen Lesa's physical discomfort......

Oh no!—Arthas frowned, he thought of a possibility, and that was by no means a good thing for Winlessa, or even for himself......

"Wen Lessa, you're still ...... There is no way...... Well...... That one...... "Arthas was making one last attempt, and how she wished that at this time, she could hear the sound of the water running behind her, or...... At least Wen Lesa can deny it!

However, Arthas was still disappointed after all, he could clearly feel that the small hand that Winlessa held his palm suddenly used a lot of strength, obviously Winlessa was still trying to excrete, and then, Winlessa's crying voice came into Arthas's ears, like bad news-"No, still no...... Alsace, what to do!"

"Hmm......" Arthas was hesitant to tell Wenlesa his guess, but he was a little worried that if he listened to him, Wenlesa would fall headlong to the ground......

"Well, Winlessa......" hesitated for a moment, Arthas felt that he should not hide something from Winlessa - after all, if his guess was correct, then he would have to bear part of the responsibility for the situation to such an embarrassing situation.

"W-what?" Winresa's voice seemed to be squeezing out of her teeth - and in fact, the High Elf Ranger was mobilizing the power of his whole body, just as it had been so long ago - the only difference was that he had been trying to stop the "flood" from raging, but now he was trying to break through the "floodgates" under him.

"Two minutes have already passed. Arthas said this thoughtlessly.

"Yes, yes. Wen Lesa understood very tacitly - this "two minutes" should refer to what Arthas said before, the time when the power of the Holy Light lost its effect on his body, and now it has indeed long passed.

"I want to ...... Is there something wrong with the holy magic I used......" Although he had decided to share his speculation with Winlessa and the plate, Arthas wanted to use as tactful and tone as possible, so that Winlessa might be able to be less ...... after understanding the seriousness of the matter Agitated.

"Out of ...... What's the problem?" In another attempt, Winlesa once again exerted all her strength, and now, her forehead and cheeks were dripping with fine beads of sweat, and her silky silver-white hair was weakly adhered to her sideburns under the blue and white moonlight, showing a feminine delicate charm behind Arthas.

"That's it...... Maybe the effect of this holy art is better than I expected......" Arthas said with his back to Winlessa, he couldn't see the High Elf Ranger's face now, and the hand connected to Winlessa hadn't changed because of his words, so Arthas was very unconfident in Winlessa's current mood.

"Better? What does that mean?" Until now, Wen Lesa hadn't thought about whether the abnormality in her body was related to Arthas's holy arts, but since Arthas had said so, it must have something to do with it—Wen Lesa thought so, not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

"That's it...... Perhaps, it will take you a while before you can get your ...... back I want to go to the toilet ......" Arthas gave the final explanation, and at the same time sighed in his heart, waiting for the thunderous storm from Wenlesa - just after thinking about it in his mind a few times, Arthas became more and more sure of his guess that there must be something wrong with his holy arts.

I thought that I used to be the Lich King, and I used to use the method of enslaving the Holy Light obtained from those strange High Elves, and the effect would be greatly reduced when I cast this kind of holy art that tested the degree of devotion to the Holy Light, but unexpectedly, the Holy Light did not punish his heresy behavior, so that the time of this holy magic on Wen Lesa was not just a few minutes, but a longer time.

Arthas was not reluctant to be able to master more power in normal times, but now, on this occasion, the power of the Holy Light was inexplicably and strangely increased, and it had such an embarrassing effect, which made Arthas have to raise a middle finger in his heart to the magical, mainstream belief in the dead of mankind - Holy Light, are you playing with me?