When it came time to resurrect Drake, Arthas didn't hesitate in the slightest, and he could even be so leisurely that he let Drake make his own choice, because what he did was only out of sympathy for King Dalein, and he and Drake really didn't know each other very well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But for his father, for his teacher Uther, for Gianna...... Just a little thought, Arthas has no way to continue to face it calmly.

Arthas didn't realize that his expression was a little hideous and terrifying. Wen Lesa couldn't help but move a few times to Arthas's side, gently shook the little prince's hand, and said softly, "Arthas, you think too much. Arthas struggled out of the tangle and looked at Winlessa suspiciously.

"I don't know why you're asking such a question, Arthas. Winlessa whispered words of comfort, "But I'll tell you my answer." In fact, it is not a matter of whether you, or me, can accept the return of their deceased relatives to us, but whether they themselves can accept it. ”

"Themselves?" Alsace was a little dazed. "Yes, that's right. "Of course I'd be happy if my parents, and Lilas, could come back to me, and it didn't matter if they were alive or dead. But what I care about is whether they will be happy or not. If they don't want to accept it, then I don't want them to be like that, and if they can...... Then even if I am a little uncomfortable, I will respect their choice. ”

Ever since they joined forces with humans to fight trolls thousands of years ago, the High Elves have become a lingua franca among themselves, especially among the inhabitants of the lower classes. The lingua franca is very similar to the Salas language originally used by the High Elves, and no one knows why, but the lingua franca has a simpler sentence structure and words, so it is very convenient in everyday life.

Wen Lesa has been speaking the lingua franca since she came to Arthas's side, but she is now a little worried about the state of Arthas, speaking this language that is not her mother tongue after all, the meaning expressed is a little confused, but Arthas still understands Wen Lessa's words.

Winlessa's words didn't solve anything, and Arthas knew that if he proposed to his father and Teacher Uther to give them eternal life by becoming necromancy, they would be rejected—after all, both were staunch believers in the Light.

However, Arthas did not expect any answer from Wenlesa, the tangle of life or death, although Drake made a choice, but the reality, just like Medivan's play "Hamlet", no one can really see through, Arthas is just a feeling, confiding in his own troubles.

Even so, Arthas was very grateful to Wen Leisa, he gently broke free of Wen Leisa's small hand, stood up, smiled heartily, and said, "I understand, Wen Leisa, thank you for your comfort. I'm going back to the carriage, so be careful. ”

With that, Arthas nodded to Winlessa, and turned away—in fact, a true gentleman, under such circumstances, should decisively take over such a task as the vigil from the lady, and at the least of all, should accompany the lady through the long and dangerous nights.

However, Arthas could only say sorry to Winlessa, because the window of the carriage had been opened, and Arthas could imagine the angry and ruined look of Frost Sorrow - he left her alone in the carriage and ran here to chat with Winlessa, and Frost Sorrow did not kill directly, which was already very surprising to him.

After Arthas left, Wen Lesa resumed her posture with her hands on her knees, but this time, she did not look up at the moon in the sky again, but put her chin on one of her knees, frowned, and muttered: "This little / lust / ghost, a little serious, why do you think about these messy things?" In Wen Leisa's opinion, as long as she is happy every day, can be with her relatives, can fill her stomach, and occasionally eat a delicious meal, isn't it enough? Thinking like this, Wen Lesa couldn't help but take out another roast from the food basket and chew it carefully.

Due to the double moon, the nights in Azeroth are always bright enough. Arthas hurried to the carriage, gently opened the door, and quickly slipped into the carriage, closing it softly. After doing all this, the little prince realized that the frost sorrow in the carriage did not need to sleep, so his series of actions were unnecessary.

After all, the moonlight could not penetrate the siding of the carriage, so it was pitch black in the carriage. Arthas had no night vision, and as he fumbled his way to his couch, wondering how Frost Sorrow could be so quiet. Arthas thought that Frost's grief might have been annoyed by his conversation with Winlessa, and whispered, "Frost, why aren't you silent?"

Arthas's question was not answered, and he did not hear any breathing, as if Frost Grief had just vanished. Arthas was starting to get a little worried—that guy wasn't going to be too angry and run away from home, right? Although the carriage wasn't much of a home, Arthas was Frostmourn's only relative, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of this, Arthas was a little anxious, and as soon as he stumbled under his feet, he fell on the soft couch. However, Arthas's face was not in contact with the silk cloth on the soft couch, but a softer, cold-temperature ...... "Little Frost?" Arthas raised his left hand, and a ball of light suspended in the middle of the carriage, illuminating the originally dark carriage.

"Little ...... Little Frost, you ...... What are you doing here?" Arthas felt that his mind could not keep up with Frost Sorrow's leapfrogging behavior - the long dress with floral blue that the little magic sword had been wearing since it took on a human form was now gone, revealing the perfect body that had been wrapped under the skirt.

"Uh......h Master, you're going to be shy like this!" Frost Sorrow lay flat on the soft couch, covered her eyes with her little hands, and writhed her body uneasily. As if he was playing coquettishly, he didn't realize how much his behavior tempted Arthas in front of him.

Arthas felt like he was about to faint - not angry, but ...... It seems that the blood of the whole body has gathered on the part of the body. Holding himself on to keep himself from falling on the floor of the carriage, Arthas leaned against the soft couch, but kept himself as far away as possible from Frost Sorrow.