But now, Winlessa no longer dared to think of Frost Sorrow as a weak human girl, and she really regretted it now - just when Frost Sorrow stopped herself from disturbing the conversation between Arthas and the little red dragon, she should have realized that she was indeed an unusually powerful mage as she told Arthas.

Though she didn't want to admit defeat, Winlessa's heart was filled with fear - it wasn't her intention, it was just a shiver from the depths of her soul that made it difficult for her to control herself. At that moment, Arthas reached out and grabbed Frostmourn's wrist at his waist and tugged it slightly.

As if from the ice and snow to spring blossoming in an instant, Wen Lesa got rid of that cold terror, and the cold expression of Frost Sorrow also bloomed like melting ice, revealing a smile that made Wen Lesa jealous, but had to admit that it was indeed beautiful enough. "Master, let's go." Frost Sorrow decides to graciously let go of this small/breast/part woman who is always provoking herself - even if you want to teach her a lesson, there will be a chance in the future, right?

Just as Arthas and the others were about to enter the orc cottage, in Grimbaatar City, in a wide square, dozens of red young dragons were gathering together, as if they were discussing something, and the one in the lead was slightly larger than the other companions, it was Valastaz, who had just been separated from Arthas and the others.

"Let's go find Taran together, and we must see the queen today!" Valastaz stood half-crouched and half-seated in the square, holding his long, curved neck high, looking around at his companions. "But...... But...... What if Taran won't agree? A cringing red dragon whispered timidly, sounding like a she-dragon - strangely enough, the language in which the red dragons communicated with each other was all lingua franca.

"It's useless if he doesn't agree......" Valastaz had just said half a sentence when he was interrupted by a loud voice behind him: "What would I not agree to?" Valastaz turned around, and a High Elf in a gorgeous red robe stood with his hands in his hands, staring at the group of red dragons much larger than him.

Valastaz's companions bowed their heads under the High Elf's gaze, as if to show respect and submission—though each of these red dragons seemed to be able to easily tear the High Elf to shreds. Valastaz alone...... Oh no, a dragon, stubbornly holding his head, looked at the High Elf condescendingly, his eyes spewing out a suspicious and angry gaze.

"Taran, you've come just in time, we want to see the Queen." Valastaz exclaimed. The High Elf, named Taran, walked step by step to the center of the square, and did not stop until he came to the front of the group of red dragons, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his voice was still soft: "You ...... Is this what you agree on? ”

Under Taran's seemingly soft, but questioning tone, the red young dragons couldn't help but lower their heads. Seeing this, Valastaz was a little angry, grinned his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and roared: "Lift up your heads, my brothers and sisters! Don't you want to see the Queen? Don't want to hear a few words from the Queen? Are you content to just look at the Queen quietly while she sleeps? Who of you has heard the Queen's voice? ”

The queen's voice ...... "The little female dragon, who was still timid just now, raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of anticipation and yearning." Yes, the Queen's voice ......," Valastaz's eyes showed the same look, "we have all seen the Queen asleep, but her voice ...... How kind and warm must our mother's voice be...... My brothers and sisters, don't you want to experience what it's like to be loved by your mother? ”

At the instigation of Valastaz, the red dragons raised their heads one by one, and after a brief moment of hesitation and struggle, their voices gradually became firm: "Yes, we want to see the Queen!" ”

"Yes, we want to know if the Queen's injuries are almost healed!"

……

"We want the Queen to speak to us herself!"

"That's right, we're going to see our mother!"

The words of the red dragons, the chaos pointed to a goal. Valastaz nodded in satisfaction, and finally looked at Taran, who had been smiling from the sidelines, and said, "As you can see, Taran. We need to see the Queen, to see our Mother, now, right away. ”

Taran's voice was as soft as ever, and it lacked the warmth it deserved: "No. Valastaz's roar rang out again, and its head came to Taran's face, as if it was intending to burn the High Elf to ashes with dragon breath if he didn't agree with him: "Taran! We're not asking for your consent. No one can stop us from seeing our mother, and you are not our father! ”

Taran seemed to be stimulated by Valastaz's last words, and the muscles on his face that had been smiling began to tremble slightly: "Yes, I am not your father. You are the children of the Queen alone. But now you can't see the Queen. The queen was wounded and still asleep. So be it...... In three days, the queen will wake up, and you will be able to see her then. ”

Taran held back the tumbling emotions in his heart and finished the sentence calmly. Valastaz hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, still a little disbelieving, "Really?" You won't lie to us? Taran nodded and said, "This is my guarantee." ”

After saying the last sentence, he seemed too lazy to deal with these red young dragons anymore, and turned around and left the square. Listening to the happy shouts and conversations of the red dragons behind him, Taran silently turned around a street corner and hid himself in the corridor leading to the square.

With a "boom", Taran's fist slammed into the street wall beside him. The bluestone wall, which had been burned by swords and fires in the mountains, had been hammered and tempered, and under this blow from Taran, thin spiderweb-like cracks spread from the center of the blow to all sides.

Taran withdrew his fist and placed it in front of him. The crystal white palm looks like a deep lady who does not leave the house. No one would believe that such a beautiful palm had just broken the walls of a city built by the dwarves.

As if the blow of the "Queen's ......" had vented all his grievances, Taran retracted his hand into the wide sleeves of his robe, put it behind his back again, and slowly walked towards the depths of the corridor, his cold voice echoing in the corridor: "Arthas, Nesario...... And you little ones...... You don't want to get her, Queen, I'm just the Queen! ”