"The master is too good for that Night Elf!"

Frost Grief grumbled as she pouted.

"That being said, we are somebody else's territory...... What's more, I do want to figure out why so many people say they saw the two of us 10,000 years ago...... Forget about the Queen, she's always crazy, but Archmage Crassus and Lady Hazuki ...... Could it be that they all had their brains broken at the same time? ”

Arthas said with some confusion - at the dinner table today, he also asked about the person he had been misunderstood, but too much time had passed, and his memory had already been diluted a lot, even Santis? Hazuki spoke of intermittent memories, and she couldn't say much other than that the Night Elves and the Dragon Legion had defeated the Burning Legion's invasion - Arthas would be understandable if anyone asked about his memories of the Frost Sorrow until he killed himself...... Arthas felt that he could not say anything.

"How is that possible!"

Frost Grief pouted, and she took the opportunity to shrink her petite body into Arthas's arms, and the whole person sat on her master's lap.

"But haven't we also returned here from the original flow of time? If...... I mean, if ...... Maybe one day after that, Xiaoshuang, you will take me back 10,000 years to do some ...... What's the matter? ”

Arthas didn't know anything about these spells or anything like that, and he didn't know how strong Frostmourn was at it. He only made his guess out of his senses - after all, the Red Dragon Queen, Crassus, and Shantis? Hazuki's convictive attitude when he talked about what happened 10,000 years ago made Arthas think that they couldn't have joined forces to deceive themselves, right?

"How is that possible...... That's something you can't do. ”

Frost Sorrow's eyes widened and she said.

"Can't do it?"

Arthas asked hurriedly.

"Of course! Traveling between shorter times can also be done...... If it's too long. It will definitely be discovered by those dragons of time! What if they find out...... We'll be thrown back to the original time stream! ”

Frost Sorrow writhed restlessly on Arthas, looking for the most comfortable position for him, and then said in a proud voice—weaving through the stream of time, but not drawing the attention of the bronze dragons...... Not everyone can do that!

"Then we won't be discovered by the Bronze Dragon?"

Hearing Frost Grief say this, Arthas quickly asked nervously - he had dealt with the red dragons quite a bit since coming to this time stream, but he had never seen those bronze dragons. Hearing Frost Sorrow say this, Arthas was a little worried—he really didn't want to go back to the original flow of time and experience the solitary life in Icecrown Fortress.

"No, it won't. Rest assured, master, if those bronze dragons had discovered us, they would have ...... long ago It's coming to the door......"

Frost Sorrow swore to Arthas. But that's not half the story. The little magic sword suddenly stopped on its own, and then jumped out of Arthas's arms, and looked around the tent with some nervousness, and said something nonsense.

"What's coming to your door? Xiaoshuang, you mean ......"

Arthas was stunned for a moment, sat up from his bed, and asked nervously.

"I guess she's talking about me."

A deep voice rang out in Arthas's tent, and just as he searched for the source of the sound, a cloud of ethereal pale yellow smoke filled the tent. A tall, burly, shirtless, long-haired man appeared in front of Arthas and Frostmourn.

"Who are you?"

Arthas asked, surprised—a guy who could have appeared in his tent in such a way without alerting Frostgrief in advance...... Is it some powerful mage?

Arthas observed the uninvited guest—his tall stature made him look a little strange. However, judging by his appearance, he should be a High Elf - because of his trademark long eyebrows and pointed ears.

It's just that Arthas has never seen such a strong High Elf, and even if he is a man, the High Elf is a little weak, not to mention the other party's height that is several heads taller than himself.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's ...... You need to do one thing for me. ”

A mysterious smile appeared on the High Elf male's face, and he stretched out a hand and stroked his shoulder—Arthas noticed that on the other's shoulder, there seemed to be an hourglass-like epaulettes, and there were some fine sand in it, which kept turning under some force.

"What's the matter? What are you talking about? ”

Arthas had an ominous premonition, and he looked at Frost Sorrow - if it was usual, he would have shouted for the guards at the door to come in, but ...... The thought that Frostmourn had not been able to see through the High Elf's way into his tent made Arthas feel that it was useless for the guards to come in.

Arthas now wants to know more about what the High Elf mage wants to do for himself - Quel'Thalas's relationship with the kingdom of Lordaeron has been a little delicate in recent years, and Dalaran is a little jealous of the rise of human kingship...... Could it be that the mages are trying to assassinate themselves? No way? Didn't those mages do their homework before? Even if they didn't understand where Frostmourn came from, they should know how powerful she was, right?

"You'll find out soon, but until then......"

The High Elf male smiled slightly, and then a pale blue light flashed over his shoulder, and Arthas suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and he immediately lost consciousness.

……

Cold, so cold—that was Artsace's first feeling in the haze—and the next second, when he opened his eyes, he realized why he was so cold.

The crystal blue canopy was high and untouchable, and the same crystal clear pillars stood up, and Arthas sat up with one hand on the ground beneath him, a bitter cold piercing through his palms to the depths of his soul - a feeling that was strange to him, and a little familiar - strange because he had never felt such cold, familiar because it was ...... He knew the name of the material.

"Saron Evil Iron?"

Arthas muttered, looking up at the landscape around him that seemed to have faded from his memory, and finally, his gaze rested on the frozen throne that stood at the top of a high icicle. (To be continued......)