"Frost, you ......"

Arthas exclaimed, and the intense stimulation from his lower body forced him to choke his voice back into his stomach, replaced by a moan/moan in his throat. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Frost Sorrow did not look up, nor did he pay attention to what his master was saying, but was concentrating on his work; Lips, tongue, and dexterous hands all did their part, and Arthas quickly forgot that it was only Frost's sad lips that contained his fiery roots, and he couldn't help but gently twitch his waist to match the rhythm of Frost's sorrow.

What Arthas didn't see was a flash of silver in the dark pupils of Frost's Sorrow.

Finally, as Arthas's body swayed more and more, he abruptly gave up the hand that supported his body and instead hugged Frost Sorrow's jet-black haired head.

Losing his support, Arthas's body fell heavily on the sheets; At the same time, his muscles tensed and stiffened, and in a beastly roar, there was a muffled "woo" mixed with frost sorrow.

It was a long time before Arthas let go of Frostmourn's head, and Little Magic Sword sat up quickly, looking at his master with excitement on his face.

"The first step of Xiaoshuang's three-hole battle is successful!"

Frost Sorrow shouted loudly, ignoring the fact that the maid in charge of cleaning the corridor at this time was likely to hear her.

Arthas was a little tired after the vent, he looked at Frost's sad and radiant cheeks, shook his head with a wry smile, and gave a thumbs up to the little magic sword.

Although the praise was somewhat unspeakable, Arthas had to admit that Frost Grief did impress him.

Little Magic Sword also sees herself in this way, and now she is full of confidence, and she is full of further expectations for the "Three Holes Battle".

For a long time in the past, even if he was made like a puddle of soft mud by his master, it was difficult for Alsace to vent/vent; But now, Frost Sorrow found himself just sucking in lightly with his mouth, and let his master be defeated!

This discovery made Little Magic Sword very proud, although her cheeks were a little sore now, but compared to the previous experience of being made red/swollen/embarrassed by her master, it was already a great progress.

Thinking of this, Frostmourn intends to take advantage of the victory, and in the bed/battle with Arthas, she has never had the upper hand like she does now.

This kind of unexpected joy made the little magic sword not think about how the techniques she used just now suddenly got into her mind.

"Master, quick, let's move on to the next step!"

Frost Sorrow said excitedly to Arthas, completely ignoring the top and bottom of his body, the plump/stiff double/peak trembled slightly with his movements, drawing a seductive curve.

"But Xiaoshuang, I'm still ......"

Alsace replied embarrassed that he had not yet recovered from the last passion.

"Huh? Why is it still soft? It's okay, master, wrap it up on Xiaoshuang! ”

Frostmourn glanced at Arthas's crotch in surprise, a look of surprise on his face, and then said confidently.

In Arthas's astonished gaze, Frost Sorrow bowed down once more, and brought her pink lips closer to the soft ...... "serpent" that was no longer fierce.

Soon, under the hard licking of Frost's sorrow, Arthas finally regained his majesty; And after Frost Sorrow patted his "victory" with satisfaction, he turned around obediently and lifted his full/round buttocks/body.

"Master, second step!"

Frostmourn bowed her body and took Arthas's favorite pose, turning her head and speaking to Arthas earnestly.

How can Alsace endure this situation? Without hesitation, Arthas quickly took off his shirt and pounced on the carcass that had driven him crazy.

Soon, the groans of "babbling", like a melodious ensemble of a band, flowed briskly down the door of Arthas's bedroom into the corridors of the palace of Lordaeron.

……

Beyond the shores of the Western Wilderness, where no man has ever been, lies a vast island that is home to the isolated Zandalar tribe.

For nearly 10,000 years, the Zandalar tribe has remained intimate, while closely observing and recording what is happening in other races and in this world.

In the very middle of Zendarar Island is a gigantic temple; Almost all of the resources that the Zandalar clan received from the destroyed and divided Zendalar Empire were spent on this temple.

Unlike other troll temples, this temple is not dedicated to animal gods or other gods, but to the spiritual leader of the Zandalar tribe, the great Zur.

No one knows how long Zur has lived, and no one knows how long he will continue to live; The trolls of Zandalar only know that the trolls of Zul's contemporaries and even later generations have long since turned into the dust of history, but Zor still leads them to record everything in this world, just like the candle in the wind, old and strong.

In this temple, countless Zandala prophets and priests lined the main hall and crossed several steps, and on the platform of the main hall, the great Zur sat in his seat, listening to the report of his compatriot Kardara, who had returned from the far north, about the trip to Zuaman.

Zur looks ordinary, he is not even the tallest of the Zandalar trolls, but instead gives the impression that if he were thrown into the troll horde, no one would believe that he was the last heir to the troll civilization.

Kardala, however, was not semi-distracted, he hung his head respectfully and said nothing—though he stood here on the task of reporting what he had done in Zuaman, he would only answer when the great Zur asked questions, not to himself.

"I already know the general story through divination...... But Caldara, I still have two questions...... About Zujin, the child of the Amani tribe...... Are you sure that the power you have given him is necessary for this war? ”

Zur's loud voice resounded in the main hall, and no one believed that this could be a troll old man who was many times older than Caldara.

"Yes, the great Zur. The enemy is far stronger than we predicted, and their will to destroy Zuaman is unshakable...... The Four Divine Enchantments couldn't withstand those enemies, and the giant bear Nalorak only survived for less than a day. So ......"

Caldara replied by looking up into Zur's eyes.