Thankfully, Frostmourn had finally found a way to comfort her master—if you were to rank the wise men of the entire world of Azeroth, Frostmourn would be on the list—and countless souls had been devoured by her, and she had mastered the memories of countless souls. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Frost Sorrow would certainly not lose to anyone if it were compared to knowledge—not even the Titans and Old Gods who had lived for an unknown number of years.

Therefore, whenever Alsace was depressed, Frost Sorrow would tell his master those anecdotes, myths and legends of various races, and the master would always listen carefully to his own stories. Only at this time will Frost Sorrow forget that he is just a weapon, and will he feel that he and his master are truly one and dependent on each other. Maybe...... That's what those people call demagogy—that's what Frost Sorrow often thinks. But when the demon head on the two-handed sword struggled to protrude his eyes slightly in relief, so that he could see the master's long golden hair and fair and handsome face, who was bewitching whom?

Frost Sorrow comes back from her memories and finds Arthas smiling at him. It turned out that Kalia had fallen asleep in her brother's soft voice. Arthas, of course, had no choice but to turn to Frost Grief for help. Frostmourn silently picked up Kalia and left the small platform towards the ramp leading to the interior of the main building.

Arthas let Frostmourn stand at the entrance of the ramp, and took the lead to see if there were any servants walking in the hallway—he didn't want the servants to find out that in the middle of the night, the prince was sleepwalking in the hallway, and the princess was floating in the air. Arthas checked left and right to make sure that there was no one, so he casually pushed open a room and beckoned Frost Sorrow to come over.

Little Magic Sword turned her head and took one last look at the night sky, and she was looking at the blue moon, the blue child. Every time the "Blue Child" appears in the night sky, the negative emotions caused by the "Lady in White" in Frost's sad heart will be swept away, and when the blue moonlight shines on her body, she even has the feeling that she is devouring her soul. Although the reason is unknown, Frost Sorrow is full of intimacy with this blue moon.

Seeing Frost Sorrow throw Kalia on the bed, Arthas's heart shuddered. Luckily Kalia didn't wake up, and it was a relief to Arthas - if she had allowed her delicate sister to sleep on these old hardwood beds in Aiden's castle, covered with a rough and somewhat awkward linen quilt, she would not have been able to sleep.

But things are not much better now, and I hope that when she wakes up tomorrow morning, Kalia's delicate skin will not turn blue and purple - "Princess Pea", Arthas remembered a fairy tale he had heard, and he even forgot whether it was the nurses he had heard about it when he was a child, or whether Frost's Sorrow had told him later in the Icecrown Fortress. Legend has it that there is a princess who sleeps on dozens of layers of velvet magic cloth cushions, and can still feel the little peas on the bed board - Kalia, which is undoubtedly the real-life version of the "pea princess".

Beckoning Frost Sorrow out of Kalia's room, Arthas was a little confused. After all, he had slept for a long time, and he didn't want to go back to bed. Arthas, who didn't know what to do, slowly walked out of the main building and into the deserted streets, where Frost Grief silently followed her master, drawing from the blue moonlight the power of a soul—and after taking on human form, she gained new powers.

As Alsace walked, he found himself at the gate of Alterac Castle. After thinking about it, the little prince decided to go to the castle tower to have a look. Ascending the narrow steps up the tower, two spears were suddenly stacked on top of each other, blocking Arthas's path. "What people!" A deep voice asked, an infantryman on duty.

Another infantryman held a torch, looked closer, was shocked, quickly put away his spear, bowed his head and said, "Your Royal Highness!" Arthas complimented the two infantrymen with a few words, which made them smile. The prince slowly paced to the city walls, and outside the castle was pitch black, and the Knights of the Silver Hand were conspicuous in their quarters, with a torch planted around the camp every few steps, and with the speckled braziers and campfires inside the camp, Arthas could even see the sentinels patrolling back and forth.

"Open the gates." Arthas commanded, and he suddenly wanted to go there and see the Knights of the Silver Hand in this time. The two infantrymen felt that it was a little inappropriate for the prince to go out so late, but after looking at the city, there was no area from the castle gate to the garrison that could not be illuminated by torches, and who could rob the prince in front of the royal guards of Lordaeron—although they knew what the army outside the castle was now called, the Lordaeron infantry were still accustomed to using the original name.

Leaving the castle, Arthas soon found himself on the outskirts of the Knights of the Silver Hand, where he was of course caught by the patrolling knights. However, the members of this knight squad were all guards of the former royal guard of Lordaeron, and after recognizing the prince, they also sent two knights to escort Arthas to Uther.

In the garrison of the Knights of the Silver Hand, although it was already night, there were not many knights who were resting in the tent, and most of them were practicing the use of holy light. Arthas walked down the narrow passage of the camp, watching the holy light in the hands of the knights shine and then quickly extinguish, remembering his former self.

Although Arthas's martial arts are outstanding, his mastery of the Light is not outstanding. Perhaps because the power of faith was not strong enough, it was difficult for Arthas to integrate the Light into his own attack. However, this is no longer a problem for Alsace today.

When Arthas was still the Lich King, he killed several strange paladins while fighting the Ash Inquisitors. These paladins look like High Elves on the outside, but their eyes glow with an evil green glow. Arthas didn't understand why Paladins were among the High Elves, but it didn't bother him.

After devouring the souls of the paladins, Frostmourn told Arthas that these men were no longer High Elves, and that after Arthas slaughtered Quel'Thalas, some of the survivors of Silvermoon City, led by their prince, Kael'thas Sunstrider, began to infect the other side of the Dark Gate, the shattered fragment of the world of Draenor, the demonic powers of the Outlands, which is why their eyes turned green.

Hungry for revenge, the elves began to search for power, and eventually, they captured a creature named Naru and learned to enslave the Light by extracting it, allowing them to apply the power of the Light to the battlefield like a paladin. Arthas didn't have a chance to catch Naru, but he could use the Light himself, but not in the right way. Searching for a way to enslave the Light from the souls of those High Elf Paladins, Arthas is even more proficient in the use of the Light than he was before becoming the Lich King - a Death Knight who can use the Light perfectly, what an irony!