"Alsace, Arthas! Wake up! It's too late! A hurried shout woke Arthas from his slumber.

www.biquge.info"Strange, when do I need to sleep?" ”

Arthas muttered, surveying his surroundings.

Everything before him was familiar and strange, the huge soft bed with gold-trimmed white gauze, the long sword and shield with the royal insignia of Lordaeron hanging at the head of the bed, the walnut furniture, Arthas was stunned - these were not in ruins?

Arthas looked down at his body in confusion, and he was surprised to find that he had become a young child.

What's going on?

While Arthas was still in a daze, a tall and sturdy young man had come to his bedside, pinched his face, and laughed: "So you have gotten up!" Get dressed, reinforcements from the High Elves have arrived, and King Terenus and Teacher Anduin have asked me to take you to the main hall! ”

Arthas didn't listen carefully to what the young man had to say, and a violent breath welled up in his heart—who was so bold as to dare to make such a disrespectful gesture to himself?

Since becoming the Lich King, Arthas has been invincible, and even his enemies are mostly fearful of him.

Determined to punish the impudent fellow, Arthas broke free of his cheek-pinching hand, leaped high from his bed, raised his foot and kicked at the enemy in front of him, and then- fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ahh

The young man lifted Alsace with some anxiety.

The pain brought Arthas to his senses a little, and he finally noticed the sound in his ears.

The voice...... Wrynn? Is that you? ”

Arthas reminisces about his childhood friend, and of course his own enemy after becoming the Lich King.

"Of course it's me, or who else? Arthas, what's wrong with you? It looks weird today, is it sick? ”

Wryon asked his little friend with concern.

"Wrynn, is it really you? How did you end up here? What's wrong with me? Aren't we enemies? What about Tirio? What about my frost sorrows? ”

Arthas grabbed Wrynn's arm and ran out of a series of questions, but instead of looking up, he rubbed his forehead with his free hand - it hurt!

"What are you talking about?"

Wryon was confused, "Is it stupid?" Lord Tirio is now in the Great Hall waiting for the leader of the High Elves to arrive, how can we be enemies? Aren't we good friends? Frost Sorrow, what's that? Arthas, you may really be sick, so go to the main hall right away and let King Terenus and Archbishop Alonthos show you! ”

Wryon enthusiastically proposed.

Arthas finally looked up at his childhood friend, whom he hadn't seen in decades, and had not seen each other since he returned to Stormwind to succeed him as king.

Oh no, maybe there were, Arthas recalled, when they had defeated two of their Vargri men in the Silver Tournament, and he suddenly appeared and threw a group of humans to Anubarak for food, and Ureon seemed to be in the stands.

I don't know if he saw me then, Arthas thought to himself, maybe he just wanted me to die quickly.

The sunlight shone in through the skylight, forming pillars of light in the air, and Arthas couldn't see Urian's expression clearly, but he clearly recognized his playmate, of course, the younger version of Urian.

Alsace gradually sorted out his situation - it seems...... Possible...... Maybe...... Back in time yourself?

That's ridiculous, isn't it?

But all reality points to this inference, he is back in the age of six or seven, when Urion has just turned fifteen, his father has not been killed by himself, Lordaeron is still the stronghold of human resistance to the orcs, and his teacher seems to have not been made a paladin - oh yes, if today is the day of the arrival of the High Elf rangers, then Teacher Uther should be made a paladin immediately.

He must be happy, Arthas thought to himself, but he felt as if he had lost something.

What is it?

Oh, by the way, the giant sword that has accompanied me for seven years, the voice that haunts me.

Frost Sorrow!

If you go back more than twenty years ago, what about Frost Sorrow?

And came back with him?

No, it can't be, it's only the soul that comes back instead of the body, so it means that Frost Sorrow can't come.

So, where is she now?

Still on the shores of Northrend?

Arthas suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Seeing that his friend was in a daze again, Ureon shook him and said, "It's too late, Arthas, come with me!" ”

As he spoke, he picked up Arthas, picked up the clothes beside the bed, and put them on his head.

"Alright, okay, got it!"

Arthas snatched his clothes and put them on, and his heart was a little agitated—was he going to see those venerable elders?

If it was really a new one, he would definitely not do anything to them, Arthas secretly decided in his heart.

But what about Frost's sorrow?

Is this going to be like losing her forever?

Arthas's head began to hurt again.

Seeing that Arthas was dressed, Ureon took him by the hand and hurried out of the bedroom, walking around the palace with a smile until he finally came to a small door.

Wryon exhaled nervously, turned to Arthas, and said, "Arthas, look at my outfit, is it still neat?" ”

Arthas looked at his friend and saw that he was wearing his favorite blue and white samurai suit today, and his long hair was combed back into a ponytail, which made him look particularly handsome.

Arthas said with a slight mockery: "Why are you so nervous, today you are not the protagonist." ”

After speaking, he pushed open the small door, and his front suddenly opened up.

The small door was the side door of the main hall of the royal palace, and when Arthas entered the main hall, he found that the hall was crowded but orderly with people.

Despite the small steps that Wryon was nervously moving behind him, Arthas made his way up the steps leading to the throne and came to the throne.

"Arthas, you're here!"

An old but soft voice rang in his ears.

Arthas looked up at one of the most powerful men in humanity today, and at the white-haired old man of his father, the king of the kingdom of Lordaeron, Terenus Minahir.

Even back a few decades ago, my father's face was still old - well, after all, when he was born, his father was already fifty years old.

Somehow, Arthas's nose was sore, and he couldn't help but climb onto the throne, sitting on his father's lap, gently leaning on his father's still erect body, Arthas felt extraordinarily happy - only if he has lost it, will he understand what is the most precious thing.