……

"Mr. Kanter, what's going on?"

Seeing Kante hurrying towards the interior of the coalition camp, Aurelia couldn't help but ask as he passed by him - she and Rhona Crolley had just witnessed the exchange between Kante and Lord Vincent Goffrey from a distance - what did Kanter see inside that barrel that made him so out of shape?

"Jean, Jean Greyman's head."

Kante didn't even stop, answering Aurelia's question in a hurry, and then hurried to King Terenus's camp.

nbs～，a≌nshub↑ap; ……

Jean ...... Is Greymane dead? ”

Rhona Croré's eyes widened in disbelief before chewing on the surprising news she had received from Kante's mouth.

"Probably...... Right? Otherwise...... I can't bring his head here......"

Aurelia was also very surprised.

"But...... How can it be? Even if possible...... Why Lord Vincent Goldfrey? How could it be him? ”

Rhona Crolley still didn't believe it, but she could only watch as Lord Vincent Goffrey struggled to walk towards the tent of King Terenas Minahir II of Lordaeron with the large barrel in his hand.

In Rhona Crowley's heart, even if all the nobles of the Kingdom of Gilneth betrayed Jean Greymane, Lord Vincent Goffrey would never be.

Suddenly, Rhona Crolley remembered a detail, and her face suddenly became ugly.

"What's wrong, Rhona. What did you find? ”

Aurelia noticed this and hurriedly asked.

"Aurelia, did you see the barrel?"

Rhona Crowley recalled. While reminding the High Elves.

"The barrel? Of course...... Kante didn't say it was ...... Gene Grey Mayne's head? ”

Aurelia whispered.

"If it's just a human head, you can fill it in a bag or a box, why take a barrel?"

Rhona Crolley asked rhetorically.

"This ...... Isn't that what you Gilnesians are used to? Or...... For camouflage? Perhaps Lord Vincent Goldfrey had a reason to have to do so. ”

Aurelia guessed.

"But there must be something else in that barrel, right? If only a human head, a barrel...... Why would Lord Vincent Goldfrey hold it so hard? ”

Rhona Crowley continued.

“…… Makes sense, what else is in that barrel? ”

Aurelia also sensed that something was wrong - Lord Vincent Gofrey was thin though. But it's always a man, so you can't even hold a head or a barrel!

"Something is not right, we have to inform ......"

Rhona Crolley said anxiously.

"Rhona. What do you think could be in that barrel? ”

Aurelia asked, frowning.

"Weapons? Or something else? ”

Rhona Crorey guessed.

"It could also be some important documents, we can't be sure yet...... In the information you know, is that Lord Vincent Godfrey a man who specializes in assassination and fighting? ”

Aurelia continued.

"I don't know...... Our family didn't know him very well. What to do, Aurelia. We must go and inform His Majesty King Terenus at once. ”

Rhona Crolley said anxiously.

"No...... Don't go yet. We have nothing but speculation and nothing else...... What if nothing is found by then? ”

Aurelia shook her head and said.

"That ......"

Rhona Crowley bit her lip - she realized that this was not her father's domain after all, and she wasn't her father.

Perhaps Lord Darius Skroray could have the same say in front of the coalition as Lord Vincent Goffrey, but Rona Croray ...... She's not even close.

"You go to Arthas, Rhona. We don't have the power and the position to stop or meddle in all this, but Alsace does...... I'll go to His Majesty King Terenus, and I'll be on the lookout for that Lord Vincent Goldfrey. Go ahead, Rhona. You know where Alsace lives, right? ”

Aurelia quickly came up with a countermeasure, and then said to Rhona Croré.

"Good. I know, I'm going to go. ”

Rhona Crolley nodded, then turned and ran towards Arthas's tent; Aurelia watched as the Gilneth girl's back grew farther and farther away, then turned back to her tent - she had to change at least one of her clothes and grab her weapon.

……

Frost Sorrow lay in Arthas's arms, staring blankly at the top of the tent - even though it was late at night, the little magic sword's body was special, and it was not difficult to see in the dark.

Frostmourn was troubled - before leaving the Wall of Greymane, she had finally managed to get her master to put the rod in the hole behind her, but ......

Little Demon Sword had never tasted such pain, and even with the strength of her body, she was tragically unable to walk normally for several days.

Why is it like this?

- Thinking of the pain of being torn apart, Frost Sorrow felt that his "Three Holes Battle Plan" might not be completed.

At the end of the day, it's the master who is too big!

- Little Demon Sword thought angrily, then got up from Arthas's arms, sat on his waist, turned his back to his face, and stared thoughtfully at the large bulge in Arthas's pants/crotch/.

Maybe it was because of the tiredness of the journey, or maybe it was because Frostmourn's body was too light, and Arthas didn't wake up with her.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron was still asleep, and his beautiful fiancée mischievously reached into his pajama pants, which the little magic sword had easily pulled off his master's pants, just as Arthas had torn off her skirt.

The moment her pants were taken off, Frost Sorrow instinctively lifted her head upwards - the hard bony lifted out of the restraints of her clothes and bounced off her nose so violently that it almost hit her nose.

"Bad Guy......"

Frost Grief muttered as she grabbed Arthas's still dangling with her hand, and then found that she couldn't hold it with one hand, so she had to use two.

"Such a long guy...... Every time, it must have stabbed Xiaoshuang in the stomach! ”

Frost Sorrow muttered to himself, then grabbed Arthas's fiery and shook it from side to side, and began to think about how he could make his master's place smaller.

"Arsa

……

"Mr. Kanter, what's going on?"

Seeing Kante hurrying towards the interior of the coalition camp, Aurelia couldn't help but ask as he passed by him - she and Rhona Crolley had just witnessed the exchange between Kante and Lord Vincent Goffrey from a distance - what did Kanter see inside that barrel that made him so out of shape?

"Jean, Jean Greyman's head."

Kante didn't even stop, answering Aurelia's question in a hurry, and then hurried to King Terenus's camp.

nbs～，a≌nshub↑ap; ……

Jean ...... Is Greymane dead? ”

Rhona Croré's eyes widened in disbelief before chewing on the surprising news she had received from Kante's mouth.

"Probably...... Right? Otherwise...... I can't bring his head here......"

Aurelia was also very surprised.

"But...... How can it be? Even if possible...... Why Lord Vincent Goldfrey? How could it be him? ”

Rhona Crolley still didn't believe it, but she could only watch as Lord Vincent Goffrey struggled to walk towards the tent of King Terenas Minahir II of Lordaeron with the large barrel in his hand.

In Rhona Crowley's heart, even if all the nobles of the Kingdom of Gilneth betrayed Jean Greymane, Lord Vincent Goffrey would never be.

Suddenly, Rhona Crolley remembered a detail, and her face suddenly became ugly.

"What's wrong, Rhona. What did you find? ”

Aurelia noticed this and hurriedly asked.

"Aurelia, did you see the barrel?"

Rhona Crowley recalled. While reminding the High Elves.

"The barrel? Of course...... Kante didn't say it was ...... Gene Grey Mayne's head? ”

Aurelia whispered.

"If it's just a human head, you can fill it in a bag or a box, why take a barrel?"

Rhona Crolley asked rhetorically.

"This ...... Isn't that what you Gilnesians are used to? Or...... For camouflage? Perhaps Lord Vincent Goldfrey had a reason to have to do so. ”

Aurelia guessed.

"But there must be something else in that barrel, right? If only a human head, a barrel...... Why would Lord Vincent Goldfrey hold it so hard? ”

Rhona Crowley continued.

“…… Makes sense, what else is in that barrel? ”

Aurelia also sensed that something was wrong - Lord Vincent Gofrey was thin though. But it's always a man, so you can't even hold a head or a barrel!

"Something is not right, we have to inform ......"

Rhona Crolley said anxiously.

"Rhona. What do you think could be in that barrel? ”

Aurelia asked, frowning.

"Weapons? Or something else? ”

Rhona Crorey guessed.

"It could also be some important documents, we can't be sure yet...... In the information you know, is that Lord Vincent Godfrey a man who specializes in assassination and fighting? ”

Aurelia continued.

"I don't know...... Our family didn't know him very well. What to do, Aurelia. We must go and inform His Majesty King Terenus at once. ”

Rhona Crolley said anxiously.

"No...... Don't go yet. We have nothing but speculation and nothing else...... What if nothing is found by then? ”

Aurelia shook her head and said.

"That ......"

Rhona Crowley bit her lip - she realized that this was not her father's domain after all, and she wasn't her father.

Perhaps Lord Darius Skroray could have the same say in front of the coalition as Lord Vincent Goffrey, but Rona Croray ...... She's not even close.

"You go to Arthas, Rhona. We don't have the power and the position to stop or meddle in all this, but Alsace does...... I'll go to His Majesty King Terenus, and I'll be on the lookout for that Lord Vincent Goldfrey. Go ahead, Rhona. You know where Alsace lives, right? ”

Aurelia quickly came up with a countermeasure, and then said to Rhona Croré.

"Good. I know, I'm going to go. ”

Rhona Crolley nodded, then turned and ran towards Arthas's tent; Aurelia watched as the Gilneth girl's back grew farther and farther away, then turned back to her tent - she had to change at least one of her clothes and grab her weapon.

……

Frost Sorrow lay in Arthas's arms, staring blankly at the top of the tent - even though it was late at night, the little magic sword's body was special, and it was not difficult to see in the dark.

Frostmourn was troubled - before leaving the Wall of Greymane, she had finally managed to get her master to put the rod in the hole behind her, but ......

Little Demon Sword had never tasted such pain, and even with the strength of her body, she was tragically unable to walk normally for several days.

Why is it like this?

- Thinking of the pain of being torn apart, Frost Sorrow felt that his "Three Holes Battle Plan" might not be completed.

At the end of the day, it's the master who is too big!

- Little Demon Sword thought angrily, then got up from Arthas's arms, sat on his waist, turned his back to his face, and stared thoughtfully at the large bulge in Arthas's pants/crotch/.

Maybe it was because of the tiredness of the journey, or maybe it was because Frostmourn's body was too light, and Arthas didn't wake up with her.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron was still asleep, and his beautiful fiancée mischievously reached into his pajama pants, which the little magic sword had easily pulled off his master's pants, just as Arthas had torn off her skirt.

The moment her pants were taken off, Frost Sorrow instinctively lifted her head upwards - the hard bony lifted out of the restraints of her clothes and bounced off her nose so violently that it almost hit her nose.

"Bad Guy......"

Frost Grief muttered as she grabbed Arthas's still dangling with her hand, and then found that she couldn't hold it with one hand, so she had to use two.

"Such a long guy...... Every time, it must have stabbed Xiaoshuang in the stomach! ”

Frost Sorrow muttered to himself, then grabbed Arthas's fiery and shook it from side to side, and began to think about how he could make his master's place smaller.

"Arsa