Whenever Frostmourn acts like this, there is always something that goes against Arthas's wishes. In fact, Arthas didn't want to hurt the cavemen. It's not that it's because of any kind of mentality, it's just that Arthas is not a savage orc, and he doesn't slaughter intelligent creatures like humans just because of his own petty wishes - except, of course, if they are attacked by cavemen.

But Frostmourn doesn't know what mercy is, in fact, she naturally has a way to make the cavemen unable to move, and then take the dragon egg - in the original time stream, after Arthas committed suicide, Frost Sorrow used the cold winds of the bitter winter to seal the ashes of the High Lord Tirio Ferdin, Muradine Copperbeard and other Ash Inquisitors who came to fight against Arthas in the ice sculpture.

But now, Frostmourn had other plans, and although he didn't show his form, the little magic sword passed through the troglodyte like an endless vortex; From the invisible perspective of mortals, bundles of soul energy were pulled away from those cavemen by the sorrow of frost.

In Wen Leisa's eyes, Frost Sorrow walked past the savage monsters like a legendary god, and her countenance and demeanor were as dazzling as the legendary fairies; And the savage monsters, as if they had suddenly lost their souls, and indeed they were, fell to the ground one by one.

Winlessa even saw that several troglodytes had fallen directly onto the heavy weapons that the orcs had discarded on the ground—the spiky mace made intimate and deep contact with the troglodytes' bodies, but the troglodytes did not even let out muffled grunts or cries of pain.

Soon, nearly a hundred cavemen were drained of their souls by the frost sorrow and collapsed by the fire. Frost Sorrow walked to the fire, crouched down, and her white-skinned little hands reached into the raging flames amid Wen Leisa's involuntary exclamation.

"Hey~huh!" With a soft snort, Frostmourn pulled the dragon egg out of the fire with some difficulty, and the white shell didn't seem to be broken by the flames. In the faint yellow light of the fire, Frost Sorrow struggled to pick up the dragon egg, turned and walked back in the direction of Arthas - not that this dragon egg was too heavy for Frost Sorrow, but the chest of the little magic sword was already full of peaks, and with a dragon egg the size of a human head, it looked a little crowded.

"Master, here you go!" Frostmourn happily returned to Arthas, and despite that, Frostsorrow still hugged the dragon egg tightly - with Arthas's young body now, it was impossible to hold the dragon egg and continue the rest of the journey, so Frostmourn decided to hold the dragon egg for his master.

Xiaoshuang has worked so hard, the master will definitely reward Xiaoshuang, right? -- Frost Sorrow thought happily -- but there was a fly in the ointment, if only there were a few drops of sweat on Frost's forehead -- it is said that the pitiful appearance of women can arouse male desires/desires more -- Frost Sorrow recalls the soul memories she has sorted out about love, and she has a little regret.

Alsace was a little depressed - this little frost began to ...... again But Arthas also knew that it was impossible for Frost Sorrow to understand mercy; Even if Frostmourn doesn't slaughter humans and drain souls at will, it's only because he's afraid that doing so will make Arthas angry, not because of any kindness.

He also knew that he couldn't reason with Frost Sorrow, and if he wanted to stop her from doing something like this, it would be more efficient to threaten to abandon her. However, Arthas naturally does not frighten the sorrow of Frost for such a "trivial matter" - after all, cavemen are not good goods, and if they die, they should die, and they should be angry with the dwarves.

Looking at the pitiful appearance that Frost Sorrow deliberately pretended, Arthas smiled helplessly and said, "Mograine, come and take this dragon egg with you!" Hearing Arthas's command, Mograine tucked his sword back into the scabbard at his waist and took the egg from Frostmourn's hand.

For Mograini, the egg was not too heavy, but rather a little fluttery; The paladin stared at the white shell and couldn't imagine that a giant beast like Crassus and Taranistaz could come out of such a small egg—of course, it was the largest egg Mograini had ever seen, but the smallest young dragon was more than three meters long!

"Master, why did you get this dragon egg? Is it to be grilled and eaten? Handing the dragon egg to Mograini, Frost Sorrow stretched and saw Arthas's eyes casually glance at his chest, and the little magic sword asked his master with joy as he saw Arthas's eyes casually glance at his chest, which was erect because of the movement of stretching his limbs.

Arthas tried to withdraw his eyes from the two balls, pretending not to see the strange and resentful eyes of Wen Leiza, and said solemnly, "In this dragon egg...... It should also be the child of the Red Dragon Queen, right? Dragons are not chickens and ducks...... It's so cruel to be eaten like this. ”

It wasn't Arthas's excuse, he did think it was too much to let this dragon egg be eaten by these savage primitive cavemen, the main reason was that he suddenly remembered the stupid little red dragon Valastaz, the little red dragon that had confided in Arthas about the confusion and pain in his heart.

In this dragon egg...... If you can hatch a baby dragon, you should be a brother and sister of Valastaz, right? - Arthas looked at the dragon egg in Mograini's arms, and felt a little emotionally - if Valastaz, who would feel sad even to see the fish-man he didn't want to do it, would be even more heartbroken to know that his brothers and sisters were eaten alive, right?

It's not that a few short lines of conversation between Alsace and Valastaz forged a deep friendship. It's just that Alsace suddenly has a little more compassion...... Oh no, it's just a dragon. The troglodytes, who had been unceremoniously slaughtered by Frostmourn, had been delaying the group long enough, and at Arthas's urging, several people continued down the streets towards the depths of the city of Grimbaatar.

As Arthas marched forward with his dragon egg booty, a High Elf named "Taran" reappeared in front of the red dragon in the huge house in the depths of the city of Grimbaatar. The red dragon was still roaring in the pain of laying eggs, and when it saw Taran appear, it roared hatefully, "Taran ...... What about my child? You actually let the caveman steal my eggs? You're ......."