Arthas was stunned for a moment, blinked, and asked, "What sound?" Why didn't I hear it? Do you hear that, Winlessa? "If there is one of the four people in Arthas's party who has the best hearing, it must be Wenlesa, who was born as a High Elf Ranger.

Wen Lesa also stopped and said a little confused: "No...... I didn't hear anything! Wen Lesa glanced at Frost Sorrow suspiciously, suspecting that the venomous woman was doing nothing. Frost Sorrow tilted her head and said, "It seems to be a familiar voice...... And it's like they're saying hello to me! ”

"Say hello?" Alsace was getting more and more confused, and the mountains and woodlands around him were so quiet that nothing could be heard. Seeing that Arthas was a little suspicious of himself, Frost Sorrow stomped his feet unhappily and said coquettishly, "Really...... Oops, master, listen to it yourself! ”

"I ......" Arthas was about to say that he couldn't hear anything, when Frost Sorrow covered his mouth, and at the same time, a low, hoarse voice sounded in his head: "Countless years have passed...... How did you get to where you are? ”

Arthas's mouth is covered by Frost Sorrow, and he can only use his eyes to ask Frost Sorrow about his current condition. Frost Sorrow winks at her master, motioning for him not to speak. Immediately after, the sad voice of Frost also sounded on the soul level of Arthas: "Master, do you hear it now?" ”

Arthas nodded, and also asked at the soul level, "Xiaoshuang, what's going on?" Frost's sorrow seemed a little proud, and with a smile on his face, he said to Arthas in his heart: "Now, Frost and his master are one!" The master is Xiaoshuang, and Xiaoshuang is the master! ”

It seems that Frost's sad mind is different from that of mortals, and he will always be happy or sad about inexplicable and wonderful little things. Arthas didn't quite understand what Frost Grief was happy about, and he didn't quite understand what Frost Grief was saying, but he roughly understood that it was something like a state of spiritual connection.

At this moment, the voice continued: "Come on...... Come on...... Come to me...... My friend, we should be comrades on a front before ......" Frost's grief-stricken voice sounded in Arthas's consciousness: "Who are you?" Where are you? Do I know you? ”

The voice seemed to be choked by the question posed by Frost Sorrow, and did not speak for a long time, and after a long time, it said, "You...... My friend, why don't you know who I am? You won't know I'm trapped in the maelstrom, but you should be able to make out my voice......"

Frost Grief pursed his lips, and the voice echoed in Arthas's head, making him want to reach out and plug his ear - even though it didn't come from his ear: "I don't know who you are...... What is the maelstrom, what is the maelstrom? ”

However, this time Frost's sad question went unanswered, and the voice never spoke again. Just as Frost Grief and Arthas were staring wide-eyed, not knowing what to do, Winlessa coughed a little unhappily, "You two...... Haven't had enough yet? ”

In Wen Leisa's opinion, this shameless couple is really too much, it is rare that they are so nervous and want to protect their safety, these two guys, without looking at where they are, are so openly flirting? Frost Sorrow looked at his little crystal hand that was still blocked in Arthas's mouth, and then looked at Wen Leisa's somewhat annoyed expression, and her mood became even happier, she withdrew her hand, pretended to put it under the tip of her small nose and sniffed it, and then picked her chin at Wen Leisa as if showing off, but only exchanged it for two cold snorts from the High Elf Ranger.

To the east of the wetlands are the mountains that once dwarved the dwarven city of Grimbaatar, like its sister city of Ironforge, were built in the middle of the mountains, and the dwarves hollowed out the ridges and built them directly out of the mountains. But now, not a single dwarf is in sight.

In the depths of Grimbaatar, in a large room, a huge red dragon was groaning/moaning in pain, a huge roar full of sorrow and grief. At the end of the red dragon's body was a huge container, an oval, white egg the size of a human head, that was sliding from the dragon's body into the container. Inside the container, a dozen identical white domes have already been piled up.

The eggs were piled up in small half containers, some of which were still covered with a crystal-clear slimy liquid that had apparently just been expelled from the dragon's body. The dragon was so huge that it was about a few tens of meters long with its tail. After laying a dragon egg, the dragon did not end its cry of pain, and in the midst of that great and miserable sound, another giant egg emerged from its tail with a point.

"My Queen...... You don't have to be so painful. All you need to do is promise me...... Be My ...... Spouse, I will set you free at once. A voice rang out from under the jaw of the red dragon, and there was a ...... standing here High Elves.

The High Elf was so small and inconspicuous compared to the dragon's size, but his voice was not small at all, even drowning out the roar of the red dragon. Interestingly, this High Elf actually uses a lingua franca - you know, the proud High Elves, although they popularized the lingua franca in order to communicate with humans, most of the people who like to use this language are those members of the lower classes, and the nobles of Silvermoon City still like the same as the lingua franca, but the grammar and salutation are more complicated.

"You're dreaming, Taran! I will never agree to your request, and I will never bow to you! The red dragon seemed to be holding back the pain, and answered the High Elf in a trembling voice. As if he had expected the other party's answer, the High Elf smiled and said, "But the Queen...... Time and again, your people will be sent into battle to slaughter humans...... Is that what you'd like to see? ”

"Taran...... Yes! The red dragon roared, but some sudden pain interrupted it, and with a soft click, another dragon egg fell into the massive container. The red dragon seemed to be unable to bear the pain anymore, and said weakly, "They are also your people...... Taran. ”

"I understand, my Queen." The High Elf replied in a high tone, not feeling the slightest pity for the red dragon's pain, "But it seems that you are the first to forget this, that you have betrayed your people and fallen in love with a ...... Mankind! ”