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"Why not?" The confused expression on Frost's sad face grew thicker and thicker, which also made the little magic sword look even more cute.

Frost Sorrow squatted down, looked at his master, stretched out a small white hand, and wrenched his fingers to justify: "Master, you have also seen that this big lewd/dragon, in that lewd/disorderly house, I don't know how many times it has mated with the red dragon named Taran, and it has given birth to so many little dragons; At the same time, she is also the oviposition machine of the orcs, and those dirty, smelly orcs, give birth to the kind of monsters that are not dragons and beasts, the kind we see at the gate of the cottage; And, even as we went to save her, she was shamelessly laying her eggs! ”

"Ah...... This ......" Frost's sad analysis was reasonable, Arthas was speechless, hesitated for a long time, and still whispered: "Even if this is the case, you shouldn't say it in front of others!" ”

"Also, master, have you forgotten? The place called Grimbaatar is not only full of orcs and dragons, but also cavemen! Maybe the egg of the big/lewd/dragon was also born with the caveman! Frost Sorrow continued her reasoning with an excited face, not caring at all what Arthas said.

"Ah...... No...... ......" Arthas was still denying it, but his heart was already a little shaken - could it be that the cavemen he saw when he entered Grimbaatar were not there to steal eggs, but to impregnate the Red Dragon Queen? This...... What a ...... Shame on you!

"It's too lewd/promiscuous, it's too shameful!" Frost Sorrow crouched in front of Arthas, playing with her master's blonde hair with her fingers, and said angrily, "You must not let that big lewd/dragon stay by her master's side, or she will attack her master sooner or later!" ”

"You, you, you, you......" Arthas hadn't had time to stop Frost Sorrow's continued insult to the Red Dragon Queen, and Alexstaza, the Red Dragon Queen over there, couldn't bear it anymore.

What's going on with this nasty woman? There's still a lot of questions about him waiting to be answered from her. But now, the Red Dragon Queen only wants to take the form of a dragon and trample Frost Sorrow into a puddle of meat sauce.

betrayed by Taran and abducted to Grimbato; Imprisoned by Nesario. forced to give birth to offspring; While his children were being used by Nesario as the ultimate in evil and for his purpose, he could only fall on the cold bluestone floor and cry weakly...... These painful memories had been diluted by the joy of finding his hope, but in the words of Frost's sorrow and viciousness, the Red Dragon Queen felt the malice of all of Azeroth—why should she remind herself of those painful pasts?

"I, I, I...... I'm fighting with you! The Red Dragon Queen rushed to Frostmourn. Pulling out a posture of wanting to fight—this woman looks weird now, but she's as annoying as she was 10,000 years ago, it's time to fight her, and she must be shown that Alexstasa, the Oath of Life, is not going to bow down like evil, and that she is far more suitable to be that man's spouse than she is!

"Come on, who will be afraid of you, you shameless spawning machine!" Frostmourn jumped up from the ground, a merciless tongue accompanied by an evil and presumptuous laugh, "But I have to warn you. With this thing, you can't be my opponent~"

The Red Dragon Queen's anger was relieved by the sweet smile on Frost's sad face—the golden disc in the pale blue light curtain gently caressed by the slender onion fingers made the Red Dragon Queen understand that her situation at this time was no better than that in Grimbaatar's secret room—although Nesario was evil, he always had some friendship with himself, and he would not do anything unrelated to his purpose; And this woman ...... If she really was her 10,000 years ago...... Perhaps, because of some evil interest, he will really throw himself to a group of orcs or cavemen, and make himself a real spawning machine!

"Woo woo......" A wave of despair rose from the Red Dragon Queen's heart. Along with it was fear and grievance, and the god, who was above all the mortals of the world of Azeroth, crouched on the ground like a helpless child. Sobbed lowly.

"Woo...... Arthas, Frost is bullying me again, where are you...... Ysera, Tyrande...... Come and help me! Woo woo......" The Red Dragon Queen crouched on the ground and wept as she muttered incomprehensible words. Arthas didn't know why the Red Dragon Queen mentioned her name at this time, or what "Ysera" and "Tyrande" meant. But Frost's Sorrow walked up to the Red Dragon Queen angrily - the little magic sword couldn't bear it anymore because the ovipositor always mentioned the name of its master inexplicably, and she decided to crush her opponent while she was crying.

Suddenly, Frost Grief felt that one of the corners of his sleeve was being pulled, and the little demon sword turned his head in surprise, only to find that Wen Lesa, who had been hiding far away, didn't know when she came to her side, and lowered her head timidly, but firmly pulled the corner of her sleeve.

"What do you want to do?" Frost Sorrow didn't feel particularly angry, but just wondered, does this woman with small breasts want to try it again, the feeling of her soul being sucked out of her body?

"Frost ...... Ms. Frost, can I ask you, please stop bullying her? Despite the terrible fear in her heart, and the courage not to even have the courage to meet the sad black eyes of Frost, Winlessa persevered and stumbled to say what she wanted to say, but her long trembling ears and eyebrows betrayed the fear in her heart.

"Huh?" Frost Sorrow raised her delicate eyebrows and flicked her sleeves, allowing the corners of her sleeves that were tightly grasped by Wen Lesa to return to freedom, the unknown blue fabric soft and smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.

"What did you say?" Frost Sorrow opened his eyes wide, looking at Wen Lesa who was trembling, his face was full of curiosity - that's right, it was curiosity, Frost Sorrow, who had a unique insight into the soul, at this time he really felt Wen Lessa's fear from the bottom of his heart, but the little magic sword didn't understand, in this case, how could this woman with small breasts have the courage to stop her movements?

Belch...... It's scary! Sister Aurelia, Sister Sylvanas, come and save poor little Winlessa! - The High Elf Ranger's heart let out a deer-like sorrow, but the cry of the Red Dragon Queen in his ears still made Winlessa muster up the last bit of courage and stammered, "Frost ...... Ms. Frost, she is already pitiful and has been insulted so much...... We...... We should comfort her, not ...... It's not ......" (To be continued.) )