"Then why didn't you react at all?"

Arthas said angrily.

Although Arthas didn't want Frostmourn to fight Sylvanas, he ...... He also didn't want to see Frost Grief indifferent to what Sylvanas had said.

It sounds paradoxical, but ...... After all, Arthas gave up his chance to be Winlesa's lover for the sake of Frost Grief, didn't he? The little magic sword should also be indicated.

"Xiaoshuang is very angry!"

Frost Sorrow said to Arthas with a sad smile - but he didn't look angry at all.

"I don't see it...... Children who lie will be punished! ”

Arthas grabbed Frost Sorrow and said solemnly.

"But Xiaoshuang is really angry...... Well...... Hmmm......"

Frost Sorrow was still trying to explain to Arthas, but in the next second, the soft lips of the little magic sword had been kissed by his master, and he could only make a "whine" sound.

Although it was only a soundproof tent, and Winlesa and the others could come in at any time, Arthas was still looking for some comfort in Frost Sorrow.

After all, the last step of the "Three Holes Battle" has not yet been completed, has it?

……

"Phew, rascals!"

Early the next morning, when Arthas lifted the curtain of his tent, he saw Sylvanas preparing breakfast—of course, before Arthas could greet the High Elf Ranger, who glared at him viciously. Then he took a sip and said.

"That...... Ahem, Wenlesa, did you sleep well last night? ”

Arthas, of course, knew why Sylvanas was like this. Actually, he also despised his own - really; He coughed twice in embarrassment, then stepped out of his tent, skimmed past Sylvanas, and spoke to Winlessa.

"Alsace, morning! Last night? I didn't sleep well at all! ”

Winresa nodded to Arthas, then grumbled.

"Bad sleep? Why? ”

Arthas pulled Frostmourn out of his tent as he pulled out the nails. He was going to put away his tent while chatting with Wen Lesa one after another.

"Because it wasn't quiet last night...... You're right, Gianna? ”

Wen Lesa said to her little friend in distress.

"yes, yes! We heard wild cats barking outside the tent all the time! ”

Gianna nodded hurriedly in agreement with Winlessa's words.

"Wild ...... Cat? ”

Arthas's hands trembled as he was packing up his tent. He stood up, turned his head, and asked hesitantly.

"Yes, wildcat! It's weird...... Alsace, didn't you hear the cat's bark? ”

Wenlesa asked, looking at Arthas quizzically.

"It should be...... Hear that......"

Alsace said hesitantly.

"That's the kind of ...... Very thin, high-pitched screams. The babbling kind...... It doesn't seem to have stopped since I fell asleep! It's so annoying. ”

Wen Lesa said a little angrily.

"What feral cats? That's obviously ...... Uh-huh......"

Frostmourn stands beside Arthas. angrily yells at Winlessa, but is quickly covered by Arthas.

"What?"

Winlessa looked at Arthas and Frostgrief in confusion, wondering what was happening.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just a wild cat, it's a wild cat......"

Arthas covered Frost's sad mouth to prevent her from telling the truth of the matter, and said with relief to Winlessa.

"Oh...... I also find it strange that I've only seen bobcats in Quel'Thalas. It was a bunch of big fierce guys, but wild cats...... I haven't seen it before. I haven't heard them scream either. ”

Wen Lesa said distressedly.

"Me too...... We wanted to get rid of the feral cats, but Sister Sylvanas disagreed, saying that it would get you in trouble...... What's the trouble? ”

Gianna asked Sylvanas curiously.

"Hemp...... No trouble, hurry up and eat, Gianna, Winlessa! After eating, we continue on our way! ”

Sylvanas blushed, and his hand that was fiddling with the bread slices paused, and then took out the majesty of an older sister, and forcibly suppressed the doubts in the hearts of the younger sisters - because of the long time she had spent in the palace of Lordaeron, Gianna sometimes called Aurelia and Sylvanas sisters, like Winlesa.

……

"You say to Winlessa and Gianna...... Is that a feral cat barking? ”

While eating breakfast, Arthas couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, approached Sylvanas slightly, and asked in a very low voice.

"Shut up, you ...... Rogue / Hooligans! ”

Sylvanas squeezed a few vicious words out between her teeth - she just wanted to punch Arthas in the face in the face in the face of Arthas's teasing.

- What's going on with this perverted/ghost prince? If he hadn't been ...... last night Regardless of the occasion, why bother yourself and two ignorant silly girls to explain why there is a wild cat cry in the dead of night in the woods?

"Well, well......"

Arthas shrugged his shoulders and didn't continue to embarrass Sylvanas.

But...... The call of a feral cat? She can figure it out! It seems that Sylvanas, although his temper is as bad as in the original time stream, is not such a boring person!

- A smile tugged at the corner of Arthas's mouth.

……

On the edge of the Silver Pine Forest, a small but old-looking castle stands on a hill where woods and meadows intersect.

The tall minarets, the mottled walls, and the rusty iron cables on the drawbridge not only prove that the castle is indeed very old, but also show that it is a ...... It's a bit ...... Lack of financial resources.

And that's exactly what happened, Ferrer? Baron Sylvaline was standing in front of his castle, followed by his wife, Tia? Baroness Sylvaline, with several attendant servants.

Both the Baron and his Lady wore as much of their own modest clothes as possible, but as you can see from the Baron's green cashmere hat that did not match the black tuxedo, and the jagged lace/silk of the Baroness's long skirt, their clothes, like their castle, were a little "old".

"You...... You say you are...... Pls are you really ......"

The Baron did not have time to care about the embarrassment of his clothes, he looked at the tall young man in front of him in a riding suit with gold lace, and stammered to ask something.

However, despite the reddening of Baron Sylvaline's face, he was never able to articulate what he meant. (To be continued......)