If Alsace were really just a ten-year-old child, although he would instinctively be close to beautiful women, but that's all, but now, Alsace is actually a ...... Although I don't want to admit it, Arthas was already in his thirties when he committed suicide in Icecrown Fortress, and he could be regarded as an uncle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

If Arthas was just a color/color/soul with an uncle, and the body was completely a ten-year-old child, it would be nothing, and even if he would be interested in Frost's sad body, he would not be so entangled. The real problem was that his body had been transformed by Frost Grief for some nefarious purpose......

Although Frost's sorrow had been honest, Arthas felt that a certain part of his body had begun to "be hungry and thirsty". Of course, Frostmourn was still dressed, and Arthas hadn't seen her take off her clothes since she had taken on human form—but the little prince could roughly feel it.

Because of Frostmourn's tight hug, Arthas's head was pressed into the groove/ravine in Frostmourn's chest, completely wrapped in that soft feeling, and despite the thin dress made of unknown fabric, Arthas could still feel the strange cold temperature of Frostmourn's body.

What's worse is that Frostmourn's two elastic legs tightly clamp the half of Arthas's body below the waist. This act alone made the evil thing in Alsace, which should not have been in a ten-year-old child, swelled up a little.

Arthas, covered in the scent of nephrite ice, had no intention of sleeping, his hands wrapped around Frostmourn's slender waist, his fingertips sliding over the thin clothing—after many close encounters, Arthas was sure that there was indeed no lining under Frostsorrow's long dress.

Oh shit—Arthas was out of that state of intoxication, and just now he even wanted to rip off the thin dress of Frost Sorrow, and ...... Reluctantly, Arthas began to find a way to divert his attention - Sargeras, Kilgardan, Akmund, Naozu, Soladin the Great, the Light...... Anything is fine, as long as you can make the inexplicable desires/thoughts in your mind disappear...... Oh, abomination...... This thing is more in line with the needs of Alsace now.

Suddenly, Arthas thought of the massive, limbed-like monsters that the Lich King Neozu called Abomination, a name that the former orc shaman believed was a perfect expression of the undead—hated by his enemies as well as by himself.

Neozu was very proud of the name because it reflected his unique aesthetic, but the lich Kel'thugad scoffed at it, and he had privately expressed to Arthas his dislike of the "ridiculous and stupid" orc art that had remained in Neozu, and told Arthas that he would prefer to call it a "stitching monster" from an academic point of view. Because they were born by sewing together pieces of different corpses with thick hemp rope and then resurrecting them, the lich Kel'thugad publicly abolished the term "abomination" after the soul of Naozu was gone.

However, whether it is "abomination" or "stitching monster", such a title does not matter, this monster with one eye, the smell of corpses on its body all the time, and the parts where the corpses are connected, there are always meat crumbs and rotting yellowish pus falling, just remembering it is enough for Arthas to get rid of the temptation/temptation from the flesh/body of Frost Sorrow.

Finally, in the midst of his memories of the Stitching Monster, Arthas managed to fall asleep. Frost Sorrow occasionally opened his eyes, and saw his master's frowning brow and somewhat pained face, and would use his lips to give him gentle comfort—the master must have had another nightmare. Frost Sorrow didn't know that Arthas was trying to get rid of the strong **** breath she had released, so that his dreams would be filled with disgusting stitching monsters and ghouls.

"Master, it's dawn!" Arthas opened his eyes at the soft urging of Frost Sorrow, trying to move his body, but felt a strong tiredness. In fact, Arthas didn't sleep for long, only a few hours, and besides, what normal human could sleep peacefully while his dreams were full of disgusting undead creatures? Arthas even suspected that the reason why he committed suicide in the original stream of time was that he was fed up with facing these monsters all day - damn Kel'thugad, couldn't he create some undead that looked a little more pleasing to the eye? Even if the purpose of his experiment was practical, the undead of the Scourge Legion were too bad in appearance!

Arthas sneered as he tried to prop himself up with his hands, only to find that Frostmourn was not by his side at all. Strange—Arthas thought to himself—had he heard her screaming for him to get up? Arthas was surprised when he suddenly felt an unusual touch somewhere between his legs/legs/.

Don't...... Arthas looked at the slightly heaved quilt that covered his waist down, ripped it open, and ...... "I knew it was so!" and "What are you doing, Frost!" came the little prince's angry growl in the room. Frost Sorrow curled up in the bed, her eyes staring at the part of Arthas's body without blinking, her red lips slightly open, and the corners of ......her mouth seemed to be drooling;

"No, it can't be, absolutely not!" Arthas jumped out of bed in some shame, and despite the fact that he was still naked, he hurried to the chair in the room, and checked the clothes he had taken off last night and hung on the back of the chair, and hurriedly put them on his body.

"But, but......" Frost Sorrow was a little anxious - it wasn't said before, when the orcs were repulsed, the master would be with him...... How can you regret it now?" Arthas roared and finished dressing, wondering how Frost's Sorrow had suddenly quieted down, and when he looked back, he found that the little magic sword was looking at him angrily.

"Uh...... Xiaoshuang, I'm not...... I mean, wait until the orcs are completely repulsed, and then we'll ...... Okay?" said Arthas, holding his way somewhere and with some difficulty, to comfort Frost's sorrow. Little Demon Sword cried and complained: "I said to kill all the orcs, but you won't let the master, anyway, you just don't want to be with Xiaoshuang...... You must want to wait for Gianna's bad woman to grow up and dump me and be with her, right?" Frost Sorrow was like an abandoned boudoir woman, her tone full of jealousy and jealousy. (To be continued.) )