"Forehead......" Arthas felt angry and amused, took a step back, stood on tiptoe, and flicked Frost Sorrow's smooth forehead fiercely, and said, "Little Frost, what have you been thinking about all day, didn't I say that I have to wait until I become an adult?" Frost Sorrow covered her head, forgetting that not long ago, she had taught her old acquaintance Kel'thugad a lesson in a more ferocious way. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uh......h It hurts!" Frost Sorrow let out a beast-like wail, and said aggrievedly, "But...... Master, your father doesn't approve of us being together......" Arthas looked at Frost's sad appearance, although he knew that she was pretending to be pitiful, he couldn't help but open the little magic sword's hands, rubbed his fingers on her forehead, and said, "What's the matter, my father is just ...... I can't accept it for the time being, and besides, when I grow up, I will naturally make my own decisions about this matter, and no one can separate us. Not before, and not now. ”

Arthas's "before" means, of course, that the two have never been separated since he pulled out the Frost Sorrow in his cave by the sea in Northrend. Frostmourn grabbed his master's finger and didn't let Arthas's fingertips leave his forehead, and said with some concern, "But...... I always feel that in the future, there will be a lot of women with big breasts or small breasts / breasts / parts to rob me of the master, so Xiaoshuang must be with the master as soon as possible...... Do that kind of shameful thing, no matter what happens in the future, I will be the first!"

Arthas tried everything he could, but Frost's Grief killed the condition. There was really no way, Arthas had no choice but to agree, but the time was postponed, after repelling the orc attack on Nanhai Town, the paladins and seamen were on the front line to resist the orc landing, while their prince Shota was in the rear and his own ...... Two-handed swords do that kind of "shameful thing"?

With the Holy Light above, this picture was simply unimaginable to Arthas, and the little prince secretly decided in his heart that as long as he temporarily deceived the sorrow of Frost, what would happen after that...... It's okay to regret it, anyway, the sorrow of frost can't do anything to yourself. The little magic sword didn't know how to break his promise all he was thinking about in his heart, and thought that he had finally achieved a phased victory, so he jumped to the side of the bed and asked excitedly: "Master, come here, after curing this guy, Xiaoshuang will immediately go and kill all the dragons, orcs and other things, and then ......"

Frost's sad and delicate face was filled with a smile, and even his eyes narrowed into a small slit. For some reason, Little Magic Sword suddenly felt a little shy and didn't say what happened next, but her every move clearly reflected the joy in her heart.

Arthas came to the bedside and looked at Drake lying on the bed. It took a while to persuade Frost to grieve, and now, Drake had almost stopped convulsing, and even the wound was no longer bleeding, and he lay there quietly, with less air in and more breath, and he could basically be declared dead.

However, this had little impact on Alsace's plans, and it could even be said that this was exactly what he wanted to see. Arthas is no stranger to the breath of the red dragon. During his time in Northrend, he fought a battle with the Alliance and Horde forces that were preparing to attack the Frozen Fortress at the entrance to the Frozen Fortress, known as the Gate of Damnation.

At that time, Arthas was concentrating on how to improve the resurrection method of the Death Knight with Kel'thugad, so he planned to capture a few Alliance and Horde warriors to return to the experiment. However, Sylvanas' Grand Apothecary Putres used a plague to launch an indiscriminate attack on everyone present, and although Arthas dodged it in time, the plague killed many of the undead Scourge and Alliance and Horde soldiers.

In an attempt to contain the spread of the plague, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstasa spewed scorching flames into the plague-covered area, successfully addressing the threat of the plague but also scorching the surviving Alliance commander, Duke Berval Vortagen of Stormwind.

After this incident, Arthas took the charred Duke of Berval and the commander of the Horde army, Deranos Sarufar, and soon experimented on the orc, turning him into a death knight. Later, the experiment failed, Kel'thugad was killed by Naxxramas in the "Sky City", Arthas lost interest in the trivial affairs of the Scourge Legion, and Duke Berval, who was half-scorched by the flames of the red dragon, was also left aside, not knowing what his subsequent outcome would be.

In fact, Arthas had a way of curing Duke Berval by transforming him into a Death Knight to free him from the pain of the Red Dragon's burns. I don't know why, the flames spewed by the red dragon will not only burn the target, but also burn the target's life force on the target's body, which is the main reason why this burn cannot be cured.

But the Death Knight doesn't have this problem at all, Shadow, Frost, and Blood...... Death knights can wield a lot of powerful power through runes, but there will never be a death knight who still has such a thing as life force. Since Duke Berval, who was burned by the Red Dragon Queen herself, can be treated, then Drake, who was only burned by an ordinary young dragon, is naturally not a problem.

However, Arthas didn't intend to turn Drake into a Death Knight so simply, and he commanded Frostgrief, "Frost, drain his soul out and I'll have a few words with him." "Frost Sorrow had been promised by his master, and now he was so well-behaved, and with a flick of his fingers, the phantom of a blonde young man appeared beside the bed—it was Drake's soul.

Drake was lying in bed, had fainted due to pain and loss of vitality, and suddenly regained consciousness, but found himself in such a strange state, before he could react, Arthas had already opened his mouth to ask him, "To live or to die, Drake, which one will you choose?"

For a moment, Drake failed to understand what Arthas meant, and asked, "Who are you? What is wrong with me? Why are there two me, one lying on the bed and the other standing...... Floating here?" Frost Sorrow was a little annoyed, disgusted that Drake had some ink, if he forcibly transformed this guy into a death knight according to the meaning of the little magic sword, how easy it would be!

Arthas was not in a hurry, and patiently explained to Drake: "I am the prince of the kingdom of Lordaeron, Arthas Minehir. As you may recall, you were burned by the flames of the red dragon. In fact, you're dead now, and the reason I'm having a conversation with you is to give you a chance. Let me ask you again, Drake Proudmore, which one would you choose to live or die?"