Thankfully, Frostmourn has finally found a way to comfort her master—if you were to rank the wise men of the entire world of Azeroth, Frostmourn will be on the list—and countless souls have been devoured by her, and she has mastered the memories of countless souls. If it were compared to knowledge, Frostmourn would certainly not lose to anyone—even the Titans and Old Gods who had lived for an unknown number of years might not have had so much experience.

So, whenever Alsace was depressed, Frost Sorrow would tell his master those anecdotes, the myths and legends of the various races, and for more, please continue to read on the Bokan Novels website......

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 ordered, and he suddenly wanted to go there and see the silver that had been in stream for a while, and for more so please continue reading on the Bokan Novels website......