"Is that okay?"

Arthas asked, surprised, forgetting for a moment the bitter cold of the Icecrown Fortress - his presence had caused a change in the timeline, and then he had to go back 10,000 years to make up for it?

"The orc's name...... Brooks? Sarufar, as it should be...... I think you'll be impressed. ”

Eternal Dragon Mnozdor said.

"That's ...... true"

Arthas nodded—he didn't know anything about the orc's name, but as for his surname, Sarufar, Arthas remembered that an orc who had been transformed into a Death Knight was called by that surname, which was also the surname of the commander of the orc advance army that fought against the Lich King.

"By the way, 10,000 years ago...... What the hell do you want me to do? Is it the same as that orc...... Spend your life to stop Sargeras from coming? Not to mention whether I want to do it or not...... Do you think I've done it? ”

Arthas forced himself to calm down, thought about it for a while, and realized that the "so-called opportunity" that this eternal dragon Mnozdor gave him was not so easy to grasp...... What did this Eternal Dragon Mnozdor say before? That orc's deeds sound heroic, but he's still dead, right? - Arthas didn't mind sacrificing himself for the sake of the world, but he didn't want to die at a time when humanity hadn't even been born.

"Of course you can't, but...... She was able to do it. ”

Eternal Dragon Mnozdor shook his head and said.

"She? You mean...... Little Frost? ”

Arthas realized what the Eternal Dragon Mnozdor was referring to.

"I've said enough, now that you've agreed to the deal. So ......"

The Eternal Dragon Mnozdor waved his hand lightly, and Arthas only felt the blue and white ice crown fortress around him suddenly fade like a tide, and he was in a trance. He didn't know what he had been through, but when he was able to see everything in front of him again, he found himself back in the barracks of Silisus.

Familiar camp beds, desks, hangers, weapon racks...... Arthas knew that this was his tent in the camp of Silishus, and it was all so familiar that it was just ......

"Where's Frost? Where did you get her! ”

Arthas had been looking a little depressed after meeting the Eternal Dragon Mnozdor. But for the first time tonight, he was so angry that he slammed into the Eternal Dragon Mnozdor, ignoring the gap between mortals and dragons. I want to grab the other party's small armor.

There was only one reason why Arthas was so angry, and that was that he didn't see Frost Grief in his tent - the reason Arthas had almost thoughtlessly agreed to the deal of the Eternal Dragon Mnozdor was because he wanted to get out of the Icecrown fortress as soon as possible. Just to be able to get back here as soon as possible. See the sorrow of frost.

Arthas hadn't been separated from Frostmourn for so long since he pulled her out of a cave on the shores of Northrend - and had been worried about whether Frostmourn would do something irrational because of his disappearance during his previous conversation with the Eternal Dragon Mnozdor.

Arthas didn't calculate how long he had been gone, but ...... Where did Frost Sorrow go? - Arthas doesn't think that Frostmourn will turn to the others in the camp after his disappearance - because neither he nor Frostgrief thinks that the rest of the camp can help in this matter.

The only possibility that Arthas could think of was that the eternal dragon Mnozdor was playing tricks - didn't he say that he had locked up the Red Dragon Queen? Maybe he did the same thing to Frost Sorrow.

The Eternal Dragon Mnozdor calmly disappeared in place, and then appeared behind Arthas, ignoring the somewhat angry Arthas, and instead closed his eyes. The hand pressed on the hourglass of time on his shoulder, and after a while. He shook his head helplessly.

"She's gone to look for you in the river of time, and she's doing things in various timelines...... Damn, I knew I would have restricted her first......"

The Eternal Dragon Mnozdor muttered to himself in some exasperation, and it wasn't long before Arthas saw a hole in the air from the roof of his tent, and a blue figure fell from the hole and fell straight to the ground.

"Oops!"

The crisp voice of Frost's sorrow resounded in the tent - she fell from the sky and fell to the ground, and although the ground was covered with a thick carpet, it also made the little magic sword let out a soft call.

Frost Sorrow looked a little confused—apparently she didn't know why she had suddenly returned to the camp—and the little magic sword rubbed his ass/thighs and stood up from the ground, turning his head to see Arthas with an agitated face.

"Woo ......"

Frostmourn slammed into Arthas's arms, threw him to the ground, hugged his master tightly, and began to cry - crying and writhing in Arthas's arms, rubbing snot and tears on Arthas's breast, which had not been long in turn.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas lay on the ground, his hands wrapped around Frost Sorrow's slender waist, gently sniffing the familiar fragrance of her body, and couldn't help but burst into tears—at this moment, he suddenly felt that even if this Eternal Dragon Mnozdor didn't let himself go back 10,000 years to stop the invasion of the Burning Legion, this was something he was willing to do...... Even if he forced himself to do something else to avoid being separated from Frost Sorrow, Arthas felt that there was no way he could refuse.

"Master, this guy is the Bronze Guardian Dragon! He...... What did he do to you? ”

Frost Sorrow wept in Arthas's arms for a while, and then remembered that there was an uninvited guest in the camp, and she scrambled to get up from her master's body, touched the teardrops that were still hanging on her face, and then turned to the eternal dragon Mnozdor, holding Arthas behind her, and shouted vigilantly.

"Honestly...... Nothing...... It's just that he found out about the time stream we sneaked into, so I made a deal with him, and he now agrees not to pursue it. ”

Arthas explained to Frost's Grief.

"Oh......"

The little demon sword nodded--she didn't expect that the guardian dragon in charge of time in front of her was still quite easy to talk to--before she thought that the other party had directly captured her master, and she was anxious to look everywhere in the long river of time, but after all, it was the territory of the bronze guardian dragon, and there was really no way to find Arthas just by relying on the shallow space-time travel ability of Frost Sorrow. (To be continued......)