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I have to say that compared to human cities, the city of Sulama of the Night Elves, whether it is the rigor of the city defense or the prosperity of the entire city, is far inferior - this is not that the city is not big enough, and there are not enough Night Elves living in it, but it seems that this race does not like to be active during the day, so every house is closed - Arthas couldn't help but wonder with some malice whether they are hiding at home and sleeping.

Only Crow's Castle looks like the familiar human castle of Arthas, and the outer city of Surama looks like a vast town...... There doesn't seem to be much of a wall, and after leaving the leopard stable where the Night Elves had placed their mounts, Arthas and his party walked quietly along the edge of the road, led by Illidan, all the way to the edge of the town—even if Kotaros was tied up like a dumpling and thrown on the back of the Nightblade Leopard? Rafincrest, in the deserted streets, naturally couldn't attract much attention.

After avoiding the few patrolling sentinels who were still doing their duty, Arthas and Frostmourn finally left the Night Elf city under the leadership of Tyrande and Illidan, who were familiar with Sulama - by accident, they left the city exactly where Arthas had first met Tyrande a few days ago.

"Mr. Arthas!"

Tyrande was the first to realize this, and she patted the Nightblade Leopard, which was a little more active because of its arrival in the wild, and said to Arthas with joy.

"Malfurion, are you talking about this forest? Walking in such a forest, won't we get lost? ”

Arthas smiled kindly at Tyrande, then asked Malfurion.

"You don't have to worry about that, human...... The forest is entirely the domain of the druids, and Malfurion is arguably the king of the woods...... But what we need to do now is to get out of Sulama City's defenses as soon as possible. ”

Illidan boasted of his brother as he stepped onto a black nightblade leopard.

"But we only have three Nightblade Leopards...... What are going to happen to Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost? ”

Tyrande asked, standing at the edge of the forest with a wry face, a little worried.

"It's none of my business anyway...... I've got one more member on my Nightblade Leopard! ”

Illidan patted Kotaros, who was hunched by himself and sat up? Rafincrest said aloud - he wasn't going to carry these two strangers of unknown origin who liked to make their own claims.

"Mr. Arthas, and Ms. Frost...... Sit down on top of Escadal. ”

Tyrande didn't mind Illidan's attitude either,

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She graciously invited Arthas and Frostmourn to ride her mount.

"Huh? But ......"

Illidan froze in place—he only thought that Arthas's mount was either his own or Malfurion's. But...... How could Tyrande invite like that......

"But what?"

Tyrande asked, turning his head to look at Illidan, in surprise.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Illidan blinked, and shook his head—he didn't want to Tyrande off anymore—after all, the Night Elves didn't have much to defend themselves against. It's just that...... Illidan looked at Arthas, who was eager to step onto Tyrande's mount, and still felt very uncomfortable.

But there wasn't much Illidan could do - after all, he had just said the words not to let Arthas share a Nightblade Leopard with him - and Illidan was not going to take back his words because of the discomfort in his heart.

……

"Little Frost sits in the middle!"

Like a child, Frostmourn scrambled ahead of Arthas and Tyrande, leaping onto the back of the white Nightblade Panther - the little magic sword was definitely going to be with his master, but Frostmourn feared that his master and Tyrande would be next to him. So plan ahead to separate the two of them.

"Don't fool around......"

Arthas walked over to the white Nightblade Leopard, pressed his hand lightly on the beast's back, and straddled it across its body - the Nightblade Leopard was still a little less tall than the War Horse, but it was large enough for Arthas to ride comfortably on it.

"We're going! Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost...... Sit tight! ”

Tyrande deftly stepped onto her mount as well, and she took a piece of jerky from her purse around her waist, shook it in front of the Nightblade's nose, and threw it into the Nightblade's gaping jaw.

I don't know if it was stimulated by the aroma of jerky or something else. The white nightblade leopard scurried out of place, darting through the forest where vines and meadows coexisted; It skilfully avoided the knotted roots of the ancient wood, and nothing seemed to stand in its way - only now did Arthas understand why the Night Elves had chosen the Nightblade Panther as their mount - perhaps because of the lack of horses in their territory, but presumably a large part of the reason was that the Night Elves had been in the forest for so long.

The terrain in the forest can be said to be relatively complex, and only dexterous animals like the Nightblade Leopard can come and go freely - just as the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest preferred to use goats as mounts to overcome the complex mountain terrain.

"Oops!"

Frost Grief didn't seem to react to the Nightblade Leopard's sudden run, she let out a snort, waved her hands in the air, and subconsciously hugged and sat in front of her. Tyrande's waist was concentrating on controlling the Nightblade Leopard's advance.

"Yikes! Frost Lady! ”

Tyrande was caught off guard, and she screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Xiaoshuang, read a book, don't mess around. Let go of Ms. Tyrande......"

Arthas grabbed the edge of the saddle on Nightblade Leopard's back with both hands, immobilizing his body as he told Frost Grief.

"Don't! If you fall, it's bad! ”

Frost said willfully, continuing to wrap his arms around Tyrande's waist, and pressed his bulging chest tightly against Tyrande's back, refusing to let go.

"Frost Lady! You're like this...... I have no way to continue ......"

Tyrande stammered. Arthas also realized that the Nightblade Leopard under his step was running a little erratically, and was almost on the verge of crashing into the thick trees of the forest that the few people in the forest could not hold - it was clear that Frostmourn's wayward behavior was bothering Tyrande, and there was no way to continue to control her mount to move safely.

But...... What's the solution? - Arthas smiled wryly and gave a free hand and a punitive squeeze on Frost Sorrow's little buttocks, which had been slightly pursed back—when the little girl was stubborn...... No one can help her! (To be continued.) )

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I have to say that compared to human cities, the city of Sulama of the Night Elves, whether it is the rigor of the city defense or the prosperity of the entire city, is far inferior - this is not that the city is not big enough, and there are not enough Night Elves living in it, but it seems that this race does not like to be active during the day, so every house is closed - Arthas couldn't help but wonder with some malice whether they are hiding at home and sleeping.

Only Crow's Castle looks like the familiar human castle of Arthas, and the outer city of Surama looks like a vast town...... There doesn't seem to be much of a wall, and after leaving the leopard stable where the Night Elves had placed their mounts, Arthas and his party walked quietly along the edge of the road, led by Illidan, all the way to the edge of the town—even if Kotaros was tied up like a dumpling and thrown on the back of the Nightblade Leopard? Rafincrest, in the deserted streets, naturally couldn't attract much attention.

After avoiding the few patrolling sentinels who were still doing their duty, Arthas and Frostmourn finally left the Night Elf city under the leadership of Tyrande and Illidan, who were familiar with Sulama - by accident, they left the city exactly where Arthas had first met Tyrande a few days ago.

"Mr. Arthas!"

Tyrande was the first to realize this, and she patted the Nightblade Leopard, which was a little more active because of its arrival in the wild, and said to Arthas with joy.

"Malfurion, are you talking about this forest? Walking in such a forest, won't we get lost? ”

Arthas smiled kindly at Tyrande, then asked Malfurion.

"You don't have to worry about that, human...... The forest is entirely the domain of the druids, and Malfurion is arguably the king of the woods...... But what we need to do now is to get out of Sulama City's defenses as soon as possible. ”

Illidan boasted of his brother as he stepped onto a black nightblade leopard.

"But we only have three Nightblade Leopards...... What are going to happen to Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost? ”

Tyrande asked, standing at the edge of the forest with a wry face, a little worried.

"It's none of my business anyway...... I've got one more member on my Nightblade Leopard! ”

Illidan patted Kotaros, who was hunched by himself and sat up? Rafincrest said aloud - he wasn't going to carry these two strangers of unknown origin who liked to make their own claims.

"Mr. Arthas, and Ms. Frost...... Sit down on top of Escadal. ”

Tyrande didn't mind Illidan's attitude either,

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She graciously invited Arthas and Frostmourn to ride her mount.

"Huh? But ......"

Illidan froze in place—he only thought that Arthas's mount was either his own or Malfurion's. But...... How could Tyrande invite like that......

"But what?"

Tyrande asked, turning his head to look at Illidan, in surprise.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Illidan blinked, and shook his head—he didn't want to Tyrande off anymore—after all, the Night Elves didn't have much to defend themselves against. It's just that...... Illidan looked at Arthas, who was eager to step onto Tyrande's mount, and still felt very uncomfortable.

But there wasn't much Illidan could do - after all, he had just said the words not to let Arthas share a Nightblade Leopard with him - and Illidan was not going to take back his words because of the discomfort in his heart.

……

"Little Frost sits in the middle!"

Like a child, Frostmourn scrambled ahead of Arthas and Tyrande, leaping onto the back of the white Nightblade Panther - the little magic sword was definitely going to be with his master, but Frostmourn feared that his master and Tyrande would be next to him. So plan ahead to separate the two of them.

"Don't fool around......"

Arthas walked over to the white Nightblade Leopard, pressed his hand lightly on the beast's back, and straddled it across its body - the Nightblade Leopard was still a little less tall than the War Horse, but it was large enough for Arthas to ride comfortably on it.

"We're going! Mr. Alsace, Ms. Frost...... Sit tight! ”

Tyrande deftly stepped onto her mount as well, and she took a piece of jerky from her purse around her waist, shook it in front of the Nightblade's nose, and threw it into the Nightblade's gaping jaw.

I don't know if it was stimulated by the aroma of jerky or something else. The white nightblade leopard scurried out of place, darting through the forest where vines and meadows coexisted; It skilfully avoided the knotted roots of the ancient wood, and nothing seemed to stand in its way - only now did Arthas understand why the Night Elves had chosen the Nightblade Panther as their mount - perhaps because of the lack of horses in their territory, but presumably a large part of the reason was that the Night Elves had been in the forest for so long.

The terrain in the forest can be said to be relatively complex, and only dexterous animals like the Nightblade Leopard can come and go freely - just as the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest preferred to use goats as mounts to overcome the complex mountain terrain.

"Oops!"

Frost Grief didn't seem to react to the Nightblade Leopard's sudden run, she let out a snort, waved her hands in the air, and subconsciously hugged and sat in front of her. Tyrande's waist was concentrating on controlling the Nightblade Leopard's advance.

"Yikes! Frost Lady! ”

Tyrande was caught off guard, and she screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Xiaoshuang, read a book, don't mess around. Let go of Ms. Tyrande......"

Arthas grabbed the edge of the saddle on Nightblade Leopard's back with both hands, immobilizing his body as he told Frost Grief.

"Don't! If you fall, it's bad! ”

Frost said willfully, continuing to wrap his arms around Tyrande's waist, and pressed his bulging chest tightly against Tyrande's back, refusing to let go.

"Frost Lady! You're like this...... I have no way to continue ......"

Tyrande stammered. Arthas also realized that the Nightblade Leopard under his step was running a little erratically, and was almost on the verge of crashing into the thick trees of the forest that the few people in the forest could not hold - it was clear that Frostmourn's wayward behavior was bothering Tyrande, and there was no way to continue to control her mount to move safely.

But...... What's the solution? - Arthas smiled wryly and gave a free hand and a punitive squeeze on Frost Sorrow's little buttocks, which had been slightly pursed back—when the little girl was stubborn...... No one can help her! (To be continued.) )